That evening, the setting sun painted the sky with dusk.
The Arena's trainers supported one another as they emerged through the main entrance, wincing in pain.
Several had jackets tied around their waists and wore what looked like the baggy pants popular in Unova. Their faces were dark, their steps hurried, and their eyes twitched now and then.
"What a beautiful sight after a hard day's work!"
Baimu watched them leave and couldn't help sighing in admiration.
Beside him, Kendall, who had changed into fresh pants, heard him and said nothing.
That afternoon, each round of the contest had lasted five minutes. If neither side could answer, both were chased and bitten. As a result, most of the trainers had been pursued by the Lycanroc leader and the other Lycanroc.
Some had run twice and collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to get up. Who would have thought the Lycanroc would forcibly roll them over and bite them anyway?
Savages!
Perhaps because they weren't allowed to draw blood, the Lycanroc took a few bites before tugging at people's pants. They didn't spare the few female trainers, either. Several of the unluckier ones had nearly ended up bare-bottomed.
Laugh?
Nobody dared.
Their colleagues' screams were chilling enough, and anyone who laughed would surely be next. Baimu had sharp eyes. That forced everyone to watch the contest closely and memorize the correct answers announced after each mistake.
After all, the same Pokémon were more likely to come up again later. With luck, they might avoid another chase.
It was no exaggeration to say the screaming inside the Arena hadn't stopped all afternoon.
Baimu smiled at Kendall. "I hope everyone comes back tomorrow in one piece."
"I'll try to persuade—"
"No need. No pain, no gain. Today's contest made it clear that even