Greil took a deep breath. He had no choice but to accept that a sixteen-year-old boy had beaten him in front of everyone.
He had only one Pokémon left.
Xu Mu, meanwhile, still had three Pokémon that had yet to enter the field.
No matter how Greil looked at it, Xu Mu held the advantage. He had almost no chance of winning.
And if he had no chance, there was no point struggling any longer.
What would struggling accomplish?
"Go, Slowbro!"
Slowbro was Greil's strongest trump card and his last Pokémon.
It had evolved from his starter Pokémon, Shellder, and the Slowpoke he had caught later.
Slowbro meant a great deal to Greil.
And it had lived up to his hopes. It could even undergo Mega Evolution, making it the obvious choice for his final trump card.
"Slowbro?"
Xu Mu blinked when he saw Greil's last Pokémon, then smiled in understanding.
"Charizard, this is the last round. Still got it in you?"
"Roar!"
Xu Mu, I'm done! Hurry up and switch me out!
If I keep fighting, my old injuries might flare up and put me in the hospital!
Charizard meekly declared that he was tired.
Xu Mu seemed to have an idea.
"Yeah, I knew you'd be fine. That's my Charizard—always so impressive!"
As he spoke, Xu Mu showed no intention whatsoever of switching Charizard out.
Charizard was dumbfounded!
Hey, Xu Mu, are you even listening to me?
I said I can't do this anymore!
"Mm-hmm, I know."
Seeing Charizard look back at him in confusion, Xu Mu nodded again to show he understood.
"You want to fight to the very end. I get it!"
"No need to look at me like that. Our opponent's about to Mega Evolve, so let's get serious too!"
Xu Mu grinned.
To Charizard,