Garchomp lay on the ground, unable to battle. It had never imagined it would be defeated like this, but luck was a kind of strength too.
Cynthia's Lucario had used Swords Dance three times. In an ordinary Pokémon battle, that would practically set it up to sweep the whole team—a true one-punch powerhouse.
Especially in a match at the Masters Tournament, where the world's best competed, the chances of a comeback dropped dramatically once an opponent seized control like this. Unless, of course, you pulled some absurdly overpowered Pokémon out of your pants.
"This is one hell of an uphill battle..."
Mingyou recalled Garchomp, feeling real pressure for the first time in a while. Three Swords Dances, plus Extreme Speed—who could take a hit from that? If tactics weren't working, he might as well forget tactics altogether.
After a moment's thought, he threw a Poké Ball.
Heavy footsteps rang out, jolting the many spectators who had already considered the match decided. They all pulled their wandering thoughts back and looked down at the battlefield.
Cynthia was briefly taken aback too. Looking at the ferocious figure emerging from the Poké Ball, she brushed back her hair and smiled again. Apparently, securing victory wouldn't be quite so simple.
Bloodmoon was finally taking the field again. Cynthia hadn't forgotten losing to Akari's Ursaluna back when they battled, and this Bloodmoon seemed even stronger than that Ursaluna. But she was no longer the Trainer she had been back then either!
"Bloodmoon, let's go!"
Mingyou waved and shouted with a smile.
"Rooar!"
Affected by Toxic Spikes, Bloodmoon's languid gaze sharpened, instantly turning fierce. An overwhelming presence radiated from his body, making the spectators scream.
They remembered that this seemed to be the strange bear that had easily defeated Urshifu during the Junior Cup. This guy