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Inside the Colosseum, every Poké Ball belonging to anyone other than Ye Qing vanished without a trace.
"Wait, why is his Poké Ball still here?"
A chubby boy pointed at Ye Qing's Kirlia and asked in surprise.
"Isn't it obvious? Just look at his relationship with Mewtwo. Blame yourself for not having connections!"
Glancing at the intact Poké Balls at her waist, Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Mewtwo had not acted recklessly toward them, or things would have been difficult to resolve afterward.
They were representing their countries now. What it would mean if their Poké Balls were confiscated went without saying.
"It's starting."
After roughly half an hour, Mewtwo suddenly announced it.
Clank, clank~
The iron bars across the entrances opened. Then something seemed to emerge from the four pitch-black openings.
"Rhyhorn! Charizard!"
Seeing their Pokémon walk out, the boys and girls immediately rushed over, cheering and embracing them.
"These are... are these our Pokémon too?"
Some sharp-eyed people also spotted the Pokémon emerging from the other two openings and discovered that they looked exactly like those coming out on this side.
Ye Qing backed away with Kirlia. Although Mewtwo had vented his anger at Team R, it seemed he still could not accept being a copy.
He did not know what the meaning of his existence was or why humans had created him.
Most importantly, he could not bear being a copy!
Ye Qing stared blankly at Mewtwo, feeling that his big brother was very unfamiliar at that moment.
It was as though he had returned to when they first met: brutal, cold, lost, and hating everything!
The Dragon Tamer turned to ask Cynthia, "What is Mewtwo trying to do?"
"I don't know."
Cynthia brushed back a strand of hair. She was puzzled too, but