A husky versus a volleyball sprite.
The two dragons faced each other from afar, one high and one low. Their fighting spirit surged, sending invisible sparks flickering between them.
Compared with Dragapult, which skulked around invisible and relied on surprise attacks, a head-on clash was far more fitting for the dignity of Dragon-type Pokémon!
The young Dragon Tamers grew excited at the sight. They wanted to cheer for both sides, but feared distracting them.
In the Battle Arena.
Baimu saw Drake standing with his arms crossed, unmoved. Even with a clear opening as opponents switched, he did not attack. He was plainly set on sticking with his counterattack strategy.
He was too composed to be rattled in the slightest.
He was fundamentally different from those young trainers who jumped at every little thing.
Was that the willpower he had forged through years at sea?
Shelgon even wore the same expression as its trainer, as if the two had been cast from the same mold.
"Nasty Plot!" Baimu ordered. He watched Shelgon, whose condition was impossible to read, and settled on a plan.
"Sha-sang!"
Hydreigon eyed Shelgon slyly. Black mist rose from its body, followed by an orange-red flash signaling a boost in power.
Drake spoke at just the right moment. "Defense Curl!"
"Dun-mo!"
Shelgon tucked in its short limbs. A smooth sheen swept over its surface, making it look even more like a ball.
The next instant.
Both trainers gave their commands at once.
"Draco Meteor!"
"Double-Edge!"
Hydreigon raised all three heads. Terrifying Dragon-type energy gathered in its chest and belly, becoming a brilliant light visible to the naked eye.
In a heartbeat.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The blasts rang out like flaming shells leaving a cannon, followed by a piercing whistle.
Whoosh—
Three violet orbs shot into the sky, then