The battle between Bai Le and Chu Xin had ended. After a pleasant chat, Bai Le left Jindu Academy. The battle might not have meant much to Bai Le and Chu Xin, but for Bai Yuan, who had watched from the sidelines, it had been a real eye-opener.
Bai Yuan reached out a finger and poked Zhuo Xing beside him.
"Did you see that, Zhuo Xing? That battle was incredible!"
Zhuo Xing rolled his eyes helplessly and glanced at the excited Bai Yuan beside him. But thinking back on the battle, even he had to admit that it had been spectacular!
As spectators, Zhuo Xing and Bai Yuan had seen the entire battle clearly. They had taken in everything, from Slowpoke's condition to Heracross's.
Yet even they had never expected Slowpoke to win that way!
Just moments earlier, Slowpoke had been at a disadvantage after exhausting a great deal of stamina by repeatedly using Water Gun. Then, in the blink of an eye, Slowpoke had used the terrain to defeat Heracross. It had truly happened in an instant!
Thinking back on Chu Xin's battle, Zhuo Xing suddenly felt a little discouraged about his own ability.
If he had been commanding Slowpoke against Heracross, Zhuo Xing could not imagine how he would have beaten Bai Le's powerful Heracross. Yet Chu Xin had defeated his opponent with that unusual approach. It seemed the gap between them was enormous, both in strength and in tactical planning!
"No matter how you look at it, Chu Xin is a monster. He doesn't feel like someone our age at all!"
After replaying the battle countless times in his head, Zhuo Xing finally let out a sigh of admiration. Hearing him, Bai Yuan nodded in agreement.
The battle had made an even greater impression on Bai Yuan