While the masked man savored his plan, Zeraora cut a pitiful figure at the center of the battlefield.
The famous Zeraora was being mobbed by a pack of far weaker Pokémon.
Zeraora could take any one of them without flinching, but he couldn't fight them all at once!
Locked in a grueling battle, he had no way to voice his frustration. He had found the Electric-type fruit first, yet these shameless thugs had charged in and tried to steal it.
They had shown him no respect at all.
The fruit was his. None of them would take it from him, even if he had to fight to the bitter end!
That determination had kept the badly wounded Zeraora on his feet until now.
Seeing how drained Zeraora looked, the masked man burst out laughing and called to the people beside him:
"They said this Mythical Pokémon was clever. Looks like a complete idiot to me!"
"He's still clinging to that lousy fruit. Does he really not know we set this trap just for him?"
"I'm dying laughing!"
"Why hasn't anyone come to save the idiot yet? I'm getting impatient!"
The masked man spoke carelessly, but someone was listening.
Outside the battlefield, Xu Mu heard him too.
His thoughts raced.
The masked man had let something important slip. They weren't merely trying to capture Zeraora; this was part of a larger scheme.
Put together with what Xu Xiaoxiao had told him, it all clicked.
The news that Zeraora had been badly wounded, and the presence of so many people here—
It was a trap for Magic City's higher-ups. Xu Mu still couldn't work out what they wanted from them, though.
Forget it. No point dwelling on it.
Beside him, Arceus spotted Zeraora in the battlefield.
His eyes instantly blazed with the