Mutual destruction—of course, that was impossible.
Mega Garchomp was not stupid enough to go that far. It had merely rammed Mega Banette into a half-dead state.
Honestly, the difficulty between ramming an opponent until it was barely alive and ramming it to death was like night and day.
The former was far, far harder than the latter.
But for Mega Garchomp, it was an extremely simple matter.
On the field, the Dragon Flame dissipated.
Revealing a strange doll-like Pokémon, mottled with light and shadow, trying to vanish into the darkness.
And the ferocious dragon standing on top of it, silent yet exuding endless pressure, with a blood-red fin blade pressed against its throat.
Mega Banette's eyes were unfocused. Its six pink claws hung limply, and it was exhaling more than inhaling, clearly on the verge of passing out.
"Banette!"
Roman cried out in alarm. "Use Phantom Force to break free!"
But Mega Banette could no longer hear Roman's words. The only consciousness and vision it had left could see nothing but a hazy, terrifying beast and a pair of utterly indifferent dragon eyes.
Within those dragon eyes was a chill that seemed ready to pierce straight through it.
Then—
Azure-blue and crimson streams of light flashed past.
And it lost consciousness.
It had completely fainted.
Silence filled the viewing corridor.
Only several seconds later did the audience's gasps and applause begin to sound.
Sparse, yet exceptionally loud.
The referee froze for two seconds, looking awkwardly at Banette, which had returned to its original form beneath Mega Garchomp's foot, unsure whether he should blow the whistle.
He could not help glancing at the owner on the second floor.
The owner frowned and tipped his chin at him.
Only then did the referee understand. As though granted a pardon, he blew the