The arena was so quiet that a pin dropping would have been audible. The silence was unnerving.
Everyone stared intently at the two Pokémon on the field, their eyes filled with anticipation and hope.
They hoped the two would rise again, keep fighting, and settle the match.
Lance looked anxiously at Dragonite and urged him on.
"Don't give up, Dragonite! Get up!"
Suddenly, Dragonite roared, braced himself with his hands, and struggled to his feet, panting heavily.
His body was covered in wounds. Even after taking a relentless bombardment from Metagross, Florges, and Dragapult in turn, this Dragonite could still stand.
Just as the spectators were about to cheer, a tremendous surge of Psychic-type power erupted, filling the entire Silver Conference Hall.
The source of that psychic power was the Black-Haired Boy on the field.
"Dragapult! Get up!!!"
Before anyone could turn to look, a furious shout exploded in their ears and echoed throughout the arena.
Dragapult forced his eyes open and struggled to take flight.
In that dark world, Chen Shi held Dragapult in his arms. As he felt the pain coursing through Dragapult's body, the psychic energy hidden within his mind-the power Mew had called psychic power-gushed forth, forming a bridge that connected him to Dragapult.
Every moment the boy and dragon had shared played before their eyes like a film.
The battles they had fought together, the laughter and tears, their most precious memories-all of it became strength in that moment.
At that instant, even their heartbeats seemed to find a wondrous resonance, beating in perfect harmony.
Understanding welled up in Chen Shi's heart. He felt as though he had grasped a deeper level of their bond and its power.
Without hesitation, he roared, "Dragapult, show them our true power!!"
"Baru... ya!"
Dragapult answered with difficulty.
Chen