Half the field was covered in Toxic Spikes.
Electivire, flying in the air, saw the scene below and wore an extremely awkward expression.
It had actually failed to stop Nidoking from spitting everywhere, and now nearly half the field was covered in poison.
"Enough. It's still a level sixty-six Pokémon, and it's lived who knows how many more years than you have. Save it some face."
Heiduo said to Electivire in his heart.
Every one of these guys had gotten ridiculously full of themselves. They basically didn't take opponents below level seventy seriously, feeling that if they couldn't crush their opponent, they would lose face in front of their companions.
Across the field.
Wade kept his expression calm to hide the turmoil in his heart.
To be honest, at his age, he had seen countless storms and encountered geniuses as numerous as hairs on an ox, but someone on Heiduo's level? There truly hadn't been a single one.
At what age had he started training Pokémon? Or perhaps, how exactly had he trained them?
Though old, Wade still followed regional competitions like the Silver Conference. He sighed inwardly. If he had known he would run into the current hotshot Champion, he would have gone to watch the matches in person instead of relying on recordings.
The resolution had been too low and blurry.
As a result, he hadn't been able to properly gauge Heiduo's strength either.
"Go!"
Wade threw a Poké Ball.
Bang!
White light flashed.
A sludge-like Pokémon landed on the field, radiating such a powerful stench that even spectators dozens of meters away could smell it.
A Muk with the Stench Ability!
"Ugh! It stinks!"
A younger spectator couldn't help covering his nose. "This counts as a weapon too, right?"
He was asking his father.
His father frowned.