The summer sun scorched the earth, fierce and brilliant. The Ever Grande Conference's round of 32 was in full swing.
At that moment, one blond quietly shattered...
"Sceptile, Focus Energy, then Leaf Blade!"
An agile figure darted around the field like lightning. Then the energy in the blade on Sceptile's right arm surged, and Sceptile slashed!
An enormous green crescent of cutting energy swept across the field, passing right beside Dugtrio.
Dugtrio's three heads and six eyes stared at the deep fissure in the ground beside them, terror appearing on all three faces at once. Then their heads tilted... and they fainted from fright~
"The winner is Gary!" The referee waved his flag and blew his whistle.
The sound of people swallowing filled the stands.
In the second-floor box, Steven snapped his fingers with keen interest. "Young Master Mao rarely battles like this, does he? Fierce as fire. What a show!"
Two seconds later, enthusiastic cheers erupted from the stands as well.
"Young Master Mao is the GOAT!"
"Good grief, is it Young Master Mao's time of the month today? He's going absolutely feral!"
"I've figured out Sceptile's best quality! One word sums up the whole match: cool!"
"Who cares how strong Sceptile is? Cool lasts a lifetime!"
Listening to the spectators' discussion, Brendan suddenly thought of his own ace: Swampert, a muscular hunk with very, very big muscles!
Compared with Sceptile, Swampert was far more plain and unadorned. After all, this was the One-Punch Man known for having strength when you wanted strength, and still having strength when you wanted looks.
After the match, Young Master Mao wanted to shake the blond kid's hand. After all, he had come out swinging and sent the poor guy packing in three minutes.
Still, Young Master Mao did feel a little guilty