"Ding! Swampert won the battle! Received 300 Training Points! Gained a large amount of experience!" "Ding! Rock Storm cannot gain proficiency automatically. Please use Training Points to improve it!"
After a long while, the referee finally recovered from the shock of Swampert's devastating blow. He gave Yong a long look before announcing loudly,
"Floatzel is unable to battle! Swampert wins!"
There was no need to check Floatzel's condition in a situation like this. One look at the ruins made the outcome obvious!
Just then, Yong called out,
"Swampert!"
"Laa-chi!"
Already in perfect sync with Yong, Swampert understood what he meant and stamped his right foot hard against the ground. A pile of stones in the ruins suddenly burst apart, revealing an unconscious Floatzel with dull, disheveled fur.
Fu Pang gritted his teeth and recalled him. Forcing an awkward smile, he said to Yong,
"Thank you..."
Yong waved it off casually and watched the referee walk into the ruins.
"Due to the extensive damage to the field, both contestants will move to Battlefield 9 and draw a new field!"
Battlefield 9 was between the four smaller fields on the other side.
The one beneath their feet was Field 0.
As Yong and Fu Pang moved to the other side, the contestants in the stands followed.
Walking beside Steven, Wallace shook his head in amusement.
"This is the first time we've ever had to change locations during the tournament! That Swampert's destructive power is incredible!"
Steven was in a very good mood. He smiled and said,
"He's already met my expectations. Reaching the semifinals shouldn't be a problem."
"Just the semifinals?"
Wallace chuckled softly.
"I think he has a chance to contend for the top spot!"
The group soon settled into their new seats and quietly watched the field below.