The three Pokémon began showing what they could do. Xu Mu smiled confidently.
See? I told you I didn't want to become a Trainer. Now that I am one, how is anyone else supposed to compete?
Ah, well. Being this outstanding is a burden.
Brilliant, multicolored moves tore through the Gym's Battlefield.
The battle had lasted only a few minutes, but the shockwaves had already left the Rapid Gym battered.
The weakest Pokémon present were Elite Four level, and every one of them was going all out with its best moves.
Forget the Rapid Gym. Even an arena built for a provincial tournament couldn't withstand this kind of destruction.
Before long, all three of Xu Mu's Pokémon had gained the upper hand.
Outnumbered, they showed no fear. If anything, they fought harder.
Charizard in particular had looked timid before the battle. Once it began, though, he seemed like a completely different dragon.
His black body hovered in the air like a precision gun turret, spewing flames without pause at every Pokémon on the ground.
Including his teammates!
Area attacks. No distinction between friend and foe!
A film of water covered Greninja's body, keeping Charizard's flames at bay. His fighting was barely affected; nothing could stop him.
Dragonite, on the other hand, had gone completely berserk. Charizard's flames had burned him, driving him into an even wilder frenzy.
He had still held on to a shred of reason before. But the searing pain of those flames made him lose control entirely!
An Elite Four-level Pokémon? One punch sent it flying!
A Master Class Pokémon? Two punches!
Something even stronger? No problem. Three punches!
Dragonite had truly gone mad. Even Xu Mu's heart lurched as he watched him fight.
*That's brutal! He's nothing like the gentle, bookish dragon he usually is. Does