The Collector's Technology

Beedrill's suddenly accelerated attack speed and even fiercer offensive pressure left Pidgeot struggling to breathe.

In the sky.

Bluish-green light representing Beedrill's attacks occupied the overwhelming majority of the battlefield.

Pidgeot's silver-white flashes and Clawitzer's watery blue could only hold on bitterly.

The occasional attack landed on Beedrill.

But the injuries it caused were gradually healing under Giovanni's Aura.

"This is ridiculous."

Having no idea how many times he had sighed since the battle began, Tetsuya was mentally exhausted.

Seeing a glimmer of hope for victory, only to have it forcibly crushed again, was truly infuriating and frustrating.

Psychologically speaking, this was also a very effective battling tactic.

The old saying, "The first charge is strong, the second wanes, and the third is exhausted," applied at any time.

If Giovanni and his Beedrill had displayed such overwhelming strength from the start.

Tetsuya would have fled without another word, taking as many people with him as he could.

He would never have ended up like this, unable to win yet unable to leave.

His expression darkened. "We fell for it. Retreating should have been our first priority."

The main reason was that he had considered the high probability that Ditto Mewtwo would not be Beedrill's opponent, but he had never expected it to be as fragile as paper, nearly shattering at the slightest touch.

The gap in high-end strength between the two sides had pushed the situation beyond their control.

Without drawing attention, Tetsuya shifted a few steps.

"Trying to leave? Isn't it a little too late?"

To his surprise, Giovanni sharply caught the movement. His gaze turned as keen as a hawk's. "You will sink underground along with the ruins of Mt. Moon."

At the same time.

In the skies not far away.

"Warning! Warning! Warning!"

Inside the Flying Palace,