"Isn't it a little unethical to keep fleecing them like this?"
Umbreon gave Heiduo, who was eager to get up on the stage and compete, a contemptuous look.
"I'm not even using my main team. The Pokémon I have are only in their thirties or forties, they don't have any sixth-level moves or extra typings, and at most I taught them a few coverage and buffing moves. How is that unethical?!"
Heiduo glared. How could it slander his innocence out of thin air?!
Through the ultra-long-distance Poké Ball transfer system invented by the genius inventor Bill, most duplicate Pokémon had already been shipped across the sea to the Gym and left under the care of Mewtwo, who had nothing better to do.
Umbreon chuckled. It simply could not understand how he could be so happy about a professional beating up amateurs.
—Because this world had something called stomping newbies.
Heiduo was simply enjoying the process of commanding different Pokémon. Just as online battle enthusiasts could not possibly use only one team forever, he occasionally wanted to try something different.
Garchomp might have been his favorite, but using something like a dragon-slaying Braviary once in a while was fun too.
One of the four arenas.
Helioptile, with a round layer of black skin stretched around its neck, its edges lined with orange serrations and resembling the sun, ran circles around the field while firing thumb-thick streams of electricity at a Volbeat.
Its small body moved as swiftly as a ghost. Volbeat could not even keep up with its eyes and could only move and dodge the electric currents in extreme passivity.
"Using electricity to stimulate its leg muscles and increase its movement speed... This Pokémon really has some distinctive traits."
Heiduo watched the crackling currents around Helioptile's legs, an interested expression