Snowflakes continued to drift down from the sky in thick flurries, soon burying the charred battlefield beneath a thin layer of white.
The ice encasing Blaziken gradually became blurry and indistinct.
The snowflakes, which had been cold to begin with, now bizarrely brought a trace of warmth, making the scene hazy and less directly terrifying.
Even so, many of the Trainers who witnessed this scene looked dazed and speechless, feeling that all their efforts up to this point had been so pale and powerless.
This was a gap visible to the naked eye.
This was a difference that touched the heart.
This was despair that could never be overcome.
"Ha... ha..."
The Blond Man slowly inhaled. The icy air quickly calmed him down, and the situation was already obvious.
If the gap in the first battle could still be anticipated, then the second battle was like tearing open a disguised Abyss, deep and bottomless.
At the very least, until he found a way to resist that bizarre method, he could not see any hope of victory at all.
At a time like this, an ordinary Trainer would definitely struggle to the bitter end.
But that was what a Trainer would do.
Because a Trainer could accept losing, but could not accept failure.
He, however, was not a Trainer.
So...
"Sir, I have lost this battle."
After recalling Blaziken, the Blond Man admitted defeat cleanly and decisively.
He was not truly stupid. Why would he continue sending people to their deaths?
Even if he wanted to show that he was struggling... sorry, he really did want to make an impression on Caitlin, but judging from the current situation, that seemed unlikely.
In that case, continuing to entangle himself would merely be the fate of a simp—licking until he ended up with