Masters Eight, Round Two.
Ash took the first win, and the one he defeated was Lance's ace, Dragonite.
That truly shattered quite a few people's initial impression of him as a green kid.
As for Lance's performance...
All that could be said was, old man, you've fallen out of the meta!
A mere Flying Elite Four using Flying-type moves against a Flying Champion? How was that any different from showing off an axe before Luban?
Of course, the main reason was that this version of Ash was simply too overpowered. He grew quickly and had absurdly high stats, as though he had cheats enabled. Anyone in his position would be laughing.
Even from the perspective of type matchups, Hurricane was not much of a problem. At the very least, it was better than Dragon type and Normal-type moves, which were resisted.
Notably, compared to his previous battle against Baimu, Lance had not allowed Mega Dragonite to use any Physical Attack moves this time.
"So he went completely for a Special Attack build?"
Baimu stared at the unconscious Dragonite in the arena, then suddenly looked up at the sky above Wyndon Stadium.
The clouds and mist that should have dispersed were gathering once more. The pellet-sized hail had turned into a continuous drizzle, like the sky's mourning.
What a fine "parting gift"!
There was no need to say more. Clearly, before Mega Dragonite had been knocked unconscious by Mega Lucario's Ultra-Big Ball Rasengan—no, Gigantic Aura Sphere—it had provided help for its next teammate.
Raindrops struck Pikachu's eyelids, making him blink. "Pika..."
"It's okay, Mega Lucario can do this!"
Ash's confidence had swelled to an unprecedented level. With his entire system unlocked, he believed that he would definitely win in the end.
Lance's ace, Mega Dragonite, had already fallen. All the hardships