Chapter 412: Wrestling Arcanine
For some reason, Daimon, the Trainer dressed in a black hoodie, let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that Arcanine could no longer fight.
“I remember Daimon also has an Arcanine. I wonder if he’ll send it out.”
The ten or so standing Trainers were clearly somewhat famous; regardless of the size of their fame, they were somewhat familiar to some people.
“Alright, my next Pokémon is this one!”
Terrance threw a Poké Ball in front of everyone. After the ball rebounded back into his hand, he casually clipped it onto his belt and calmly gazed at his opponent.
“Mis~magius~~~”
Mismagius let out an eerie laugh, flickering in and out of sight. Terrance’s lips twitched slightly—although he had initially instructed Mismagius to present itself with “dignity” rather than looking completely expressionless, it seemed to had misunderstood the meaning of “dignity.”
Daimon pulled his hoodie and remarked, “A Ghost-type Pokémon… Looks like this will be tough to deal with.”
Whoosh!