The Ever Grande Conference grand final between Brendan and Young Master Mao continued.
Brendan, a fearless young upstart, was giving it everything he had, eager to prove that the student had surpassed the master.
Yet Young Master Mao calmly drew his pupil close and asked kindly, "Have you eaten, kid?"
Brendan said, "Not yet..."
Young Master Mao said, "Not yet? Then have a taste of this slap!"
The 0-2 score slapped Brendan wide awake. The old hands really did know best...
Perhaps Brendan would be Hoenn's new king in the future, but right now, this was still Young Master Mao's era!
Facing Venusaur, whose presence loomed like a mountain, Brendan hesitated.
Whether he sent out Manectric or Rhyperior, it felt like he would just be serving them up on a platter...
But he was reluctant to send Dragonite out straight away, too. Dragonite was his ace in the hole!
"In that case, you're the only one worthy of facing Venusaur." His gaze firm, Brendan took out a Poké Ball and hurled it high. "Metagross, take the field!"
Steven sat up straight in the VIP seats. Honestly, Metagross did not have a favorable matchup against Venusaur.
But Metagross was certainly a contender worth putting his faith in.
Young Master Mao raised an eyebrow. An excellent judgment. Metagross did indeed have a theoretical chance of defeating Venusaur.
Finding possibilities within the impossible-that was a Pokémon Trainer's talent.
"Beta..." Four steel limbs stood straight beneath Metagross, and the silver cross on Metagross's forehead gleamed with a metallic sheen.
Hoenn's pseudo-legendary had the presence to match!
"The battle continues!" After confirming that Young Master Mao would not switch Pokémon, the referee immediately made the announcement.
"Metagross, use Gravity!" Right out of the gate, Brendan kicked hard at the cripple's good leg.
Venusaur's enormous body