The finals of the Silver Conference, the match between Dushe and Gary, had reached a stalemate.
With neither willing to upset the balance, both sides had tested the waters in the first round, which had ended inconclusively.
After the referee was replaced, the match resumed.
"Meganium, go!" Dushe brought out his ace, sticking to the same approach regardless of what came his way.
"Weavile, prepare for battle." Gary responded by sending out Weavile, who had the type advantage.
"Meganium, use Sweet Scent." As usual, Dushe started with a status move to disrupt his opponent.
Young Master Mao sneered. "Enough already. Weavile, Icy Wind!"
"Meow!" Weavile puffed out its cheeks, and a powerful cold wind swept out, instantly blowing the opponent's pink, sweet-smelling mist back.
As the icy-blue wind swept over Meganium, it shuddered, visibly taking damage.
Dushe's expression changed. Had Young Master Mao changed his approach?
"Weavile, Quick Attack, followed by Ice Punch!" Gary abruptly went on the offensive.
"Protect!" Dushe immediately ordered, his expression tightening.
"Bai-li!" Meganium stamped its right foot, raising a green barrier in front of itself.
Whoosh! Unexpectedly, Weavile's Ice Punch was only a feint. In a flash of white light, it circled straight behind Meganium, simultaneously taking the opening stance for a draw slash.
Hiss! Intense cold gathered in Weavile's hand, visible blue particles swirling toward its right hand like a vortex.
"Oh no! Meganium, use Protect again!" Dushe was panicking now, even resorting to the cheap trick of consecutive Protects.
Crack...
Sure enough, the curtain of Protect shattered right on cue, and Weavile drew its blade.
"Ice Iaido Slash!" Ice Beam transformed into a spectral blue blade, cold light flashing in Weavile's hand!
Shing! A crescent-shaped blue slash cleaved through the air before returning to Weavile's hand. Tapping the blade and sheathing it, Weavile