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The lightweight metal properties combined with electromagnetic levitation.
This is enough to make Metagross's speed comparable to Beedrill's (by Lee).
This is the opportunity.
Just as Beedrill and Weavile switched sides.
Metagross appeared directly behind Beedrill.
A pair of fists, shimmering with intense steel-attribute energy, suddenly descended upon Beedrill.
but……
This is also an opportunity!
Lu Chen gave the order: "Lethal Needle Sting!!!"
"Hiss—!"
next moment.
Endless threads spread.
Even on the ground where you're running at high speed.
The silk threads began to subtly twitch.
The leopard's agile movements made it seem as if it were teasing the rhinoceros.
But it doesn't seem to notice.
The silk threads beneath my feet are undergoing some unknown change.
"Drill-horned rhinoceros."
"Rockfall!!"
Ooh!
The words fell.
The huge rock seemed to have eyes.
Scattered around the cool leopard.
The leopard didn't care; these large rocks were merely tools for it to jump.
The hook was just placed on the ground with the front foot.
Just as I was about to unleash my power...
Pfft——!
It seemed to be flashing white light.
A flash of cold light appeared first, followed by a spear thrust out like a dragon!
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"Hiss~!"
The chirping of insects filled the air!
The leopard, which had just stepped onto the rock, suddenly stopped.
The pupils contracted sharply.
He looked at the scar on his waist in complete disbelief.
How can this be? !
That beetle...
Shouldn't they be fighting Mavila in the sky?!
It's not just the Cool Leopard.
Weavile, who has been battling Beedrill.
As if realizing something at that moment, its blood-red eyes hurriedly turned to look at the person opposite it.
In an instant.
But before it could react...
Two silvery-white beams aimed at its vital points and stabbed straight at it!
"Niu...La?!"
Manneken Pis's pupils trembled.
He was greatly alarmed.
Totally in disbelief.
"Hiss~!"
under the moonlight.
The surging waves of silk threads resembled the endless ebb and flow of the moon's tides!
Beedrill...
That attack was definitely from Beedrill!
So why?
Where did that leopard that's piercing through the bottom come from?!
It's not just these two elves.
even!
Even Holman.
His eyes were filled with disbelief!
Staring intently at the two identical Beedrill in the arena, his eyes practically popped out of their sockets!
This is not right!
Something's definitely not right!
in this world.
It's impossible for two spirits to have the exact same aura!
"Skill effects?"
substitute?
Or is it a shadow clone?
But this kind of clone-type skill move.
The clones that were created had absolutely no offensive capabilities!
The only one that could possibly possess offensive capabilities.
"The Shinkage-ryu of Japan?!"
Isn't this guy from China?
this moment.
Holman was horrified and shocked.
He had seen Lu Chen's wanted posters several times when he was with the World Organization.
The article introduces a young man who is not yet twenty years old.
A few months ago.
He has only just become a trainer.
In such a short period of time, he was able to fight against himself and gain the upper hand multiple times.
But the facts don't lie.
"Ow~"
Cool Leopard's eyes bulged out, and blood was gushing out freely from the piercing wound on his waist.
His strength suddenly gave way.
Losing its support, the body collapsed onto the Beedrill's stinger arm.
"Phew, the first one."
Lu Chen took a deep breath.
A slight, relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
at the moment.
The tide of battle was slowly turning in his favor.
That is, that brief moment of dazedness.
The situation on the field suddenly reversed!!
"It seems I really underestimated you."
Holman's face darkened.
He forced the words out of his throat.
Regardless of the current situation of the Beedrill in the field.
After losing two Master-level Pokémon.
He had completely lost all patience.
"Metamorphoses! High-speed movement, Bullet Punch!!!"
The words fell.
The Metagross was initially observing.
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