Wang Yao rolled his eyes at him. "Who was it that lost to whom, again?"
Ye Qing stopped their bickering and walked over to an open space. "All right, let's begin. Miss Morikawa Minako, please be our referee."
"Sure."
Morikawa Minako smiled, walked to a spot between them, and took out her phone to start recording.
Fujii Gongshu bowed slightly, his expression serious. "Please give me your guidance. Go, Combusken!"
"Busken!"
Combusken stood on one foot with both arms spread, striking an imposing Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg pose.
Fujii Gongshu sneered. "I forgot to tell you. I've already joined Shanhai City's Fighting Dojo. There, I learned the true meaning of fighting. Your Monferno is no match for Combusken now!"
Shanhai City had many dojos, all founded by Trainers of some renown.
Unlike Gyms officially authorized by the Pokémon League, these dojos were more like martial arts schools. They had no authority to issue Gym Badges and were simply places where Pokémon and Trainers could devote themselves to training together.
The corners of Ye Qing's mouth lifted as he said meaningfully, "Oh, really?"
As he spoke, he took out Milotic's Poké Ball and tossed it into the air.
There were already plenty of images of Milotic and photos of him on Shanhai City's various forums. Given what the internet crowd was capable of, it wouldn't take long for them to deduce that he was Milotic's Trainer.
When that happened, advertisers and media outlets would certainly seek him out for interviews and advertisements, so there was no longer any need to hide Milotic's existence.
"Milo~"
An ethereal cry rang out across the area. Milotic's body, over nine meters long, wound and coiled in midair like a dragon, shrouded in thick mist that made her look like something out of a