He was comfortable, but Drapion was not.
No one could feel comfortable after being slashed more than a dozen times and covered in bloody gashes, especially when its opponent had suffered no injuries at all aside from being a little tired.
How was Drapion supposed to accept this, after having once seen humans, captured and beaten their Pokémon, then captured and beaten the humans themselves, before leaving with a pile of spoils?
This wasn't what they'd agreed on, damn it!
They were both humans. The one in front of it didn't have an extra head or an extra pair of legs!
So why was the difference so huge...
Drapion's brain capacity was insufficient for it to understand individual differences, or why a cheat-enabled life needed no explanation.
Across from it,
Heiduo sheathed his blade, bent over, and panted like a broken bellows being tugged nonstop.
It was his first time sparring with a Pokémon to this extent. He was infinitely close to exhaustion, and if he had not dodged in time several times, Drapion's jet-like venom would have struck him.
Even if this guy's Special Attack was downright pathetic, taking a hit for free would not have felt good.
Not to mention the Pin Missiles that had flown past his face later on.
If those exploded on his face, then with his facial skin's defensive power, disfigurement was guaranteed.
Heiduo, who had grown used to benefiting from his handsome face, had no desire to get on an operating table.
The original was always best.
What was even more fortunate was that although Drapion's Energy Level was high, it had lived in a comfortable environment all this time and had barely fought any truly powerful wild Pokémon seriously.
Incredible, wasn't it?
Completely different from that bunch of battle-crazed lunatics on Mt.