The immense force caused Inkay to slide back a short distance, but the Protect shield was indestructible, perfectly blocking the fatal strike.
Having failed the first strike, Scyther did not retreat but prepared to launch a second attack.
"Now, Hypnosis!" Jiang Han's command followed immediately.
The spots on Inkay's head began to flicker with an eerie, hazy light, as ripples of Psywave spread toward the nearby Scyther.
However, Scyther's battle instincts were far beyond imagination.
Almost the instant the light flared, the wings on its back gave a sudden flap, and its entire body retreated rapidly toward the rear flank at an incredible angle, the resulting gale whipping up sand and stones from the ground.
The light waves of the Hypnosis only hit the afterimage it left behind.
"Tsk, so fast," Jiang Han thought to himself.
In terms of pure speed, this Scyther was already almost catching up to Sneasel.
The suppression from levels and base stats was being demonstrated to the fullest.
Going head-to-head was definitely the worst strategy.
"Sandile, Sneasel, both of you use Hone Claws!"
Since he couldn't win with technique, he would use pure power to bridge the gap.
Receiving the command, Sandile and Sneasel, standing on either side, immediately sprang into action.
A hint of excitement flashed in Sneasel's crimson eyes as it extended its sharp claws, swiping several times across the rock in front of it with a "shua-shua" sound, sending sparks flying and leaving deep claw marks.
A sharp aura rose from its body, and the sharpness of its claws increased visibly to the naked eye.
Meanwhile, Sandile let out a low growl.
It had just defeated Mightyena, triggering the Moxie ability, which had already raised its Attack by one stage.
Using Hone Claws now caused its fierce and violent aura to climb to its peak, as if it were a prehistoric beast about to devour its prey.
Attack, up by two stages!
"Do you think buffing yourself will work? Naive!" The man's face grew even more crazed upon seeing Jiang Han's move. "Donphan, use Rollout!"
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Donphan flicked its long trunk, curling its heavy body into a giant tire shape, and rolled toward Jiang Han's pokémon formation with overwhelming force.
At this moment, the man also had Donphan use Rollout!
Seeing this, Jiang Han found it somewhat amusing.
What kind of timing was this? He was still thinking about how to end the battle quickly.
Donphan's Defense was already very high; if it had successfully used Defense Curl, it would have been a great counter to Jiang Han's Sandile and Sneasel.
The man had plenty of time when Jiang Han was having his pokémon use status moves.
Unfortunately, anger prevented him from making the right judgment!
In this kind of life-or-death struggle, the biggest mistake is losing one's cool!
Jiang Han didn't bother holding back anymore; his eyes turned cold, and the command slipped from his lips.
"Sandile, Bite!"
"Sneasel, Ice Punch!"
The moment the command was given, the two pokémon lunged forward like arrows from a bow!
Sandile's limbs dug into the ground as it carried a rank wind, opening its bloody maw to Bite down hard on the still-rolling Donphan!
On the other side, Sneasel's figure almost turned into a bolt of black lightning in the dim cave. Cold air condensed on its right fist, and bone-white frost quickly covered its claws as it aimed directly at the incredibly fast Scyther!
The man's expression changed; he hadn't expected Jiang Han's commands to be so decisive and ruthless, giving him no room to breathe.
"Scyther, counter with Fury Cutter!"
Scyther let out a sharp screech, the scythes on its arms glowing with a sickly green light. It didn't dodge, charging straight at Sneasel! It had absolute confidence in its own speed and attack.
"Clang!"
The Ice Punch and scythe collided violently in mid-air, kicking up a visible shockwave of white air!
Sneasel let out a muffled groan, its body forced back half a step, but a thin layer of frost covered Scyther's scythe, noticeably slowing its movements for a moment.
Now!
"Ding!"
A crisp, strange sound rang out, not coming from the battlefield of Sneasel and Scyther.
The man turned his head in shock to see that his thick-skinned Donphan had a deep, bone-exposing gash on its heavy carapace!
It was that Inkay!
It floated in mid-air, its small body weaving through the cave with agility, its large eyes showing no emotion.
Pale purple psychic energy condensed at the tips of its tentacles as another Psycho Cut slashed out silently!
Jiang Han hadn't even given it a command.
This was the autonomous battle awareness the pokémon had developed through long-term training.
The reason many academic Trainers from the League Tournament often died easily in life-or-death battles in the wild...
...wasn't because their pokémon weren't strong enough, but because they relied too much on their mouths.
They naively thought they could control everything in a rapidly changing melee just by relying on Roar commands.
Real combat relied on the bone-deep tacit understanding between Trainer and pokémon, and... ruthless heartlessness!
"Damn it!" the man cursed. "Donphan, ignore that crocodile! Use Thunder Fang and Bite that little thing out of the sky!"
He was getting desperate.
Clearly, his pokémon had the advantage in both level and evolution, yet against this boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen, he was being restricted at every turn and hadn't gained the slightest edge!
Donphan abandoned its defensive stance, flicking its long trunk as electricity crackled on its tusks, and lunged fiercely at the Inkay in the air.
However, Inkay was like a slippery loach, tracing a strange arc in the air to easily evade Donphan's lunge, while simultaneously delivering another Psycho Cut, accurately striking the joint of Donphan's hind leg!
"Awoo!"
Donphan cried out in pain, stumbling and nearly falling.
The man's eyes turned red instantly.
He looked at his two powerful pokémon—one pinned down, the other being played like a fool—then at the composed youth opposite him, and a surge of wicked fire rushed from his heart to his head!
Damn it!
"If my Pokémon can't kill you, can't I kill you myself?!"
Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.
A murderous glint appeared in the man's eyes. He stopped commanding his pokémon and instead yanked a solid iron rod over half a meter long from his waist, charging straight at Jiang Han!
In his view, Jiang Han's pokémon were all tied up, and the kid himself was just a minor; how much strength could he have? For an adult male against a thin youth, the difference in power was absolute!
As long as he took out the Trainer, the battle would be over!
Looking at the man's face, distorted by rage, Jiang Han sneered inwardly.
Another one.
Why do people always think that the Trainer themselves is a soft target that can be easily handled?
He shook his head helplessly, a hint of mockery even lingering at the corners of his mouth.
"It's been too long since I've done this personally; I'm really being looked down upon."
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