There was no sun or moon inside the cave. In the blink of an eye, Young Master Mao and the other two had spent a week in Granite Cave.
The two youngsters looked utterly bedraggled, and even their clothes hung in tatters.
But after a week of "torment," the two children's gazes had gradually sharpened.
They had gone from being chased everywhere by wild Pokémon to chasing wild Pokémon everywhere with blades raised.
The two little fellows could truly be said to have undergone a complete transformation.
"Marshtomp, meet it head-on! Stop it!" At Brendan's command, Marshtomp struck a mighty lifting pose and planted both hands against the Graveler before him.
Bang! Graveler's Rollout was forcibly stopped, and both sides kept pushing.
As the two remained locked in a stalemate, a streak of green light flashed past.
Shing! Grovyle retracted his Leaf Blade to his elbow. Graveler's eyes widened in disbelief before he collapsed and stayed down.
"Hehe~" Brendan grinned smugly. "I never said this was a one-on-one fight. So naïve~"
"Shuppet, Thunderbolt!" Elsewhere, Kimarō wore a mask covering half his face and raised both hands like a madman. "Dusclops, Charge Beam! Hahahahaha! Mine! All the experience is mine!"
Amid the flashing electricity, five or six Golbat fell to the ground together.
Smack! The two youngsters exchanged smiling high fives, then turned to look toward Young Master Mao.
Boom! Crimson lotuses surrounded Blaziken as scorching color spread over both his hands and legs.
"Moxia!!" Blaze Kick and Fire Punch alternated without pause, bursting into brilliant showers of sparks in the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Two Aggron fell unwillingly to the ground.
Shing! A cool breeze swept past. An emerald figure drew a streak of white lightning through the dim tunnel, a clean, green crescent of blade light flashing wherever he