Bzzzt—
Click!
The new arena rose slowly before more than fifty thousand spectators, its mechanisms clattering loud enough to shake the stands.
"The second half of the finals! The Wilderness Arena!"
Uneven mounds stood on all four sides, framing a broad, level crossroads. A breeze stirred the dust, lending the arena a desolate air.
Baimu and Wally returned to the field. They faced each other from afar like cowboys about to duel.
The match had entered its second half.
The stakes were higher than ever.
Anyone familiar with Baimu knew he tended to show his true strength in the latter half of a match. And if everyone's guess was right...
Referee: "The match resumes!"
As soon as the words left his mouth,
two Poké Balls flew high into the air.
Pop! Pop!
White light shot onto the field and took the shapes of two very different Pokémon.
Weavile—
versus Aggron!
The spectators who had guessed correctly burst into applause. At the crucial moment of the finals' second half, how could Baimu leave out his Trump Card?
They still remembered how easily it had defeated Ryuto in the preliminary round.
Now, against Wally's Pokémon,
what kind of sparks would fly?
"Noh!"
Weavile raised its head, and its gaze met a pair of lake-blue eyes.
In an instant,
dread flooded its heart for no reason it could name.
It took half a step back, suddenly remembering a wild Ursaring it had accidentally run into while playing outdoors.
It could still picture that massive body rearing up and the shadow that had swallowed it whole.
That silent, chilling pressure seemed to merge with the metal beast in the distance. Weavile's throat tightened, and its mind went blank—
"Weavile! Weavile!"
The calls rang sharply in its ears.
Weavile snapped back to its senses. Its