"Cobalion! Is that how you fight?"
The Pope glared at Cobalion, his eyes practically spitting fire.
At the Pope's words, Cobalion looked helpless. He had grievances he couldn't put into words.
All he had wanted was a normal battle, with each Pokémon taking turns using moves.
That would have been such a civilized fight.
Such a normal one.
But now? The wretch in front of him refused to follow the usual rules.
Instead, he fought in the most primitive way possible.
The thought made Cobalion feel even more aggrieved.
Chaofan was enjoying the fight when Cobalion shouted angrily at him:
"Kid, can we fight normally instead of being so crude?"
Chaofan froze for a moment at Cobalion's words.
Then he said to Cobalion with a look of disdain:
"Old man! Black cat or white cat, a good cat catches mice!"
"So don't worry about how I fight. Just know that I can beat you!"
The disdain in Chaofan's eyes grew even clearer.
Cobalion's anger flared at his words.
He felt he had never been this angry in his entire life!
This kid really knew how to get under a Pokémon's skin.
With that thought, Cobalion shouted at Chaofan:
"Kid! Enough talk. Let's settle this in a fight!"
Chaofan couldn't help laughing.
How amusing. An old man with one foot in the grave
had said that to a Pokémon in the prime of his youth.
Did he really think Chaofan was a pushover?
The thought made Chaofan even angrier.
He shot back at Cobalion:
"Old man? Come on, then!"
"Today, one of us dies!"
With that, he raised his fist again and charged at Cobalion.
Cobalion saw what Chaofan was doing.
He was utterly speechless.
He charged straight at Chaofan.
Meanwhile, Chaoyue was fighting Virizion nearby. Compared with the brutal clash