"Energy Ball!"
"Gengar!"
Shiny Gengar grinned from ear to ear, holding a jade-green ball of energy like a Rasengan. He deftly slipped past the incoming globs of mud and slammed it into West Sea Gastrodon's face.
Boom!
Smoke billowed.
"Don—"
Gastrodon's pained cry came from within.
Gengar drifted backward out of the smoke and hovered above it, watching it quickly dissipate. He let out a smug, eerie laugh. "Hehehehe~"
"Gastrodon is Unable to Battle! Gengar wins!"
The stand-in referee looked at Gastrodon lying on its back with spirals for eyes and raised the decision flag without hesitation.
The spectators applauded in unison.
Clap, clap, clap, clap—
"Nine wins in a row!"
Baimu bumped fists with Gengar as he flew over, then called to the trainer across from him, who was helping Gastrodon up with a worried look. "Want to keep going, Looker?"
The man shook his head awkwardly, scooped up his Gastrodon, and hurried away.
In a rush to get it treated?
Then why not return it to its Poké Ball?
Baimu watched his opponent go, paying little mind to the strange look on the man's face, as though he had encountered a wild Ursaring.
He swept his gaze over the tourists gathered around them and called out, "Anyone interested?"
Silence.
Trainers from outside Orre might generally be bold and unafraid of losing, but watching someone breeze through nine straight victories was enough to make them back down.
They were on the middle deck.
The floor was made of a special material that made it difficult for Pokémon moves to damage, so plenty of trainers came here for casual battles.
"Guess that's it."
Baimu was a little disappointed.
Gengar had spent a lot of energy, but he still had enough for another fight. Nine battles sounded like a lot, but