With Swellow down, Ash had only two Pokémon left, one of whom was a badly injured Pikachu.
"Blooming amid the bitter ice, like a flower at dawn!" the commentator exclaimed poetically. "Milotic's dazzling ice technique has completely shut Swellow down. Ash is already standing on the edge of a cliff!"
The spectators sighed and shook their heads.
"GG, Ash."
"He's done pretty well to get this far."
"Yeah, after giving Young Master Mao this much trouble, Ash can already leave with his head held high~"
Young Master Mao looked at Ash with a smile. He knew the match wasn't over yet.
At the very least, the flame of fighting spirit in Ash's eyes hadn't gone out. Instead, it burned hotter than ever.
Recalling Swellow, Ash took out another Poké Ball. If Pikachu was the soul of his team, then this next one was his lucky champion, victorious in every battle.
"The winner hasn't been decided yet! Snorlax, I choose you!"
As white light flashed from the Poké Ball, dust billowed across the field. The enormous, endearingly goofy Snorlax made an entrance!
"Snor~" Flexing those arms, Snorlax looked at Milotic with fighting spirit blazing.
"Snorlax..." Gary's teeth ached.
Not only did Ash's Snorlax have frightening attack power, but that defense was downright broken.
Hitting hard and taking hits-that was the specialty~
As the saying went, a big body came with great strength. Not a single bite of the four hundred jin of food Snorlax ate per meal had gone to waste.
"Come back, Milotic." Gary decisively recalled Milotic.
Milotic's attacks weren't weak, but against this one, they would barely scratch the surface...
"I might as well get a little serious, so Ash won't nag me even after I win." Taking out Turtle's Poké Ball, Young Master Mao smiled easily. "Blastoise, it's