Eleven in the morning. →
The first two groups of candidates in the three-on-three Single Battles had already finished. Some of those seated farther back had left for lunch, while those in the front rows waited silently. The examiners ate as they watched, looking quite at ease.
And scored them along the way.
The winners got points, and so did the losers. Losing did not matter. As long as they performed well enough and displayed formidable strength, even a loss could earn a high score and secure a place in the top eight.
Of the four contestants so far, the highest score was forty-one.
The scoring was extremely strict.
Heiduo felt that the winner of the second match had performed quite well and should have scored at least forty-five, yet the five instructors had given four eights and a nine.
Oh, right. Yujian had given an eight.
Hopefully, the Houndoom Mega Stone he had offered up last night would do some good.
Heiduo slowly stepped onto the smoke-blackened, cratered battlefield. The field was repaired after every three matches, and unfortunately, his was the third.
Fortunately, he was not the only unlucky one.
Generally speaking, unless someone had intended from the start to become a Gym Leader, traditional Trainers usually did not specialize in a single type.
But it seemed Heiduo had hit the lottery today. This old man, who was roughly three times his age, happened to be a Poison type specialist.
The Pokémon used in battle had been registered the day before and inspected by designated personnel. The inspector was Joy, a young woman universally trusted not to leak anyone's information.
They could freely choose three out of six. Once they had made their selections, the remaining three were forbidden from taking the field.
It was time to determine