At the Water Field, the spectators erupted into deafening cheers.
"Young Master Mao is the best!"
"Baby Gary, crush them! Keep crushing them just like that!"
"So brutal. I love it. Slurp~"
Nidoking panted slightly, looked at the Tentacruel tentacles wrapped around his hand, and tossed the jellyfish, whose eyes had rolled back, straight into the pool.
Gary calmly checked his phone. "Hmm~ Nine and a half minutes. Not bad."
In the VIP Lounge, Bruno nodded as he watched the television broadcast. "That efficiency is certainly Gary's style."
Lance rolled his eyes at Bruno. Wouldn't the two of them know how efficient Gary was?
"Hohoho, this really is too much. This child is even more outstanding than Yukinari was back then~" Old Damaranch stroked his beard and laughed merrily.
On the shopping street outside the venue, the Team Rocket Trio stared at the little television on their stall.
"He won again! The executive really is freaking awesome!" James said admiringly.
"Yeah~ Young, handsome, and a great fighter. No wonder he's an executive~" Jessie sighed.
"Stop slacking off, you two, meow! It's thanks to the executive's consideration that we can focus on running our stall, meow! We have to earn enough funds, then capture that twerp's Pikachu, meow!" Meowth was brimming with fighting spirit.
He already had a new dream: to get head pats from the executive!
For the sake of his ambition, those two lackeys, Jessie and James, had to work themselves to death earning money!
Meanwhile, Ash's trio was preparing for the third round.
"It's been so peaceful lately~" Brock squinted at the sky outside the window.
"Yeah~ So peaceful. Who knows what Team Rocket's doing? They haven't even come over to make fools of themselves. It's actually kind of boring," Misty remarked.
Ash looked at them speechlessly. "The