"Eighteen hundred meters east of the canyon's Sandstorm Zone! Typhlosion's Flame Wheel sent Venusaur flying! Typhlosion wins! Let's congratulate contestant Kenta!"
Flobo gave an impassioned commentary.
But because his commentary sounded like battlefield reports, some viewers accustomed to more metaphorical commentary found it quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the match was exciting enough that everyone watched with rapt attention.
At this moment.
An hour had passed since the opening. After intense competition on all fronts, fewer than half the contestants remained.
The frequency of battles had dropped sharply.
Many contestants lingered around the outskirts of the canyon arena, where the terrain was most expansive and made it easier for them and their Pokémon to hide.
However, the organizers had planned ahead.
Everyone wore a watch that displayed the arena map and their own location, and every hour, the "circle" would shrink.
If they failed to reach the "circle" within the allotted time, they would be eliminated on the spot, no matter how well they had performed before!
The preliminary round was expected to run from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon. Eight hours were enough to shrink the field until only sixty-four people remained.
As for the contestants' and Pokémon's stamina consumption, the organizers would dispatch Porygon Patrol Planes to air-drop ample supplies.
Of course.
If an air drop exposed someone's hiding place, there was nothing to be done about that.
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Silicon Beryllium City.
Contestant Rest Area.
Marina stood worriedly outside the teleportation point as an Abra drew Hoopa's Rings in the air, bringing back the people and Pokémon she had been thinking about.
"Junichi! Meganium!"
She ran forward.
The chestnut-haired boy grimaced in pain, while Meganium beside him had stars spinning in its eyes.
"Ow... Marina!"
When Junichi saw Marina running toward him and saw the