Tian Leyan's Pokémon was a Samurott. Long white whiskers extended from his muzzle, and a huge, pale yellow, rounded, hairy spike rose from the back of his head, jutting sharply forward like a helmet shell. This shell was not only vital protective armor, but also a weapon.
Samurott's belly was covered by blue-gray shell armor, and his limbs were clad in pale yellow bracer-like shells. In battle, these shells formed what looked like foreleg guards, but they were also swords known as seamitars.
Samurott was an extremely powerful Pokémon. He could attack enemies with the swords stored in his armor, and his formidable strength allowed him to defeat an opponent with a single blow. Combined with his terrifyingly intimidating Leer, he could frighten enemies into silence.
As a Pokémon skilled in swordsmanship, Samurott could draw the twin seamitars on his forelegs, strike an opponent, and sheathe them again in the blink of an eye.
Watching the Samurott Tian Leyan had summoned onto the Battlefield, Chu Xin felt rather surprised. Tian Leyan looked young. Could she really have trained such a powerful Pokémon herself?
Still, judging by how smoothly Tian Leyan commanded Samurott on the Battlefield, even if she had not raised him herself, she had already earned his acknowledgment.
As expected of the Emei Dojo, which, like the Wudang Gym, had passed down its traditions for a hundred years. Even after Ai Xing had pulled away its experts, an apprentice picked at random still possessed this level of strength.
Samurott's attacks were heavy. Paired with the Emei Dojo's flowing swordsmanship, his already remarkable speed made his movements even more unpredictable. Under his assault, Mei Zhufeng's Pokémon could barely defend itself, let alone counterattack. Its defeat was only a matter of time.
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