"Use Misfortune!" The smoke could not stop Chandelure's attacks, so Liu Qing gave the order without hesitation. Yet just then, as he watched Agatha calmly tracing lines, his heart inexplicably lurched, as though something was about to go wrong.
"Death Makeup: Death Stare!" Just after Liu Qing gave his order, Agatha seemed to finish her tracing. With an eerie smile, she commanded, "Arbok, Glare!"
At Agatha's command, the changing pattern on Arbok's neck finally settled. At first glance, Liu Qing felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making him shudder. The pattern had fully formed a face with brows, eyes, and a mouth. It looked uncanny and sinister, but however eloquent Liu Qing might be, he could not describe the feeling it gave him. As the pattern took shape and emitted an eerie glow, the entire space seemed to fall deathly silent. Chandelure froze in midair, its body wrapped in electric currents that appeared from nowhere. Even the flames burning on its body stood utterly motionless.
"How terrifying!" A close-up of Arbok's pattern appeared, frightening who knew how many timid spectators in the stands to tears. How many viewers watching on television had been scared into crying was anyone's guess.
"Arbok, Crunch!" Agatha smiled eerily and lowered her eyelids slightly, continuing to trace lines with her hands as she ordered the attack.
At Agatha's command, Arbok endured the flames rising from its burned body and streaked toward Chandelure like a trail of fire. It clamped down with a super-effective bite. The pain from Crunch seemed to rouse Chandelure, and the flames on its body resumed burning. Seeing this, Liu Qing immediately commanded, "Chandelure, Misfortune!"
"Mud Bomb!" Even Agatha showed a trace of surprise at how quickly Chandelure recovered, but her