Greninja was badly wounded by a single blow, feeling the gulf in strength between them all the more keenly.
That had only been the back of the blade. What if it had been the edge?
Greninja struggled to its feet and used Aerial Ace again to return to its position opposite Kingambit.
Seeing Greninja clutching its right side, Cheng Tian hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"
"Gren." Greninja shook its head, indicating that it was not seriously hurt.
Cheng Tian realized he had been too hasty. His opponent possessed terrifying, unfathomable Elite Four-level strength. He absolutely could not act as recklessly as before.
Cheng Tian pondered a countermeasure. After a moment, he raised his head.
"Sir, may I find Greninja a helper?"
"Suit yourself," Su Mulin said flatly.
Cheng Tian nodded, reached up to take the Fisherman Hat off his head, and tossed it to Greninja.
Greninja caught it with one hand. The instant it grasped the Fisherman Hat, the hat rapidly changed shape, becoming a blue sword hilt.
"Oh?" Interest appeared in Old Master Su's eyes. "Ditto?"
Su Mulin was still wondering what his opponent would do when, a moment later, Greninja flicked the hilt downward. A five-foot blade instantly emerged from its center, forming a katana.
Greninja closed its eyes. All the scalding steam on its body dissipated, while the katana in its hand began giving off scalding steam instead.
"Oh?" Su Mulin raised an eyebrow. "You want to cross blades with Kingambit?"
"You've got guts!"
Seeing its opponent draw a katana, Kingambit's fighting spirit flared instantly. It propped itself up with its cleaving blade and rose straight from the ground.
Kingambit was not merely a general, but a sword fanatic through and through. Its cleaving blade had accompanied it through countless campaigns. It was its closest companion.