Psychic Battle! Silent Confrontation!
Amid the warm cheers, the competitors from both sides walked to the center of the field and shook hands one by one.
The process was as calm as water, only the psychic named Ino caught Bruce's eye.
He could clearly perceive the psychic energy contained within Ino's body, likely at the gym level.
"It is said that this Ino is a psychic genius who has emerged in Elderwood over the decades and has been accepted as a personal disciple by the Psychic Elite of Elderwood, who has taught her carefully."
"Well, her talent is indeed impressive, and she has already reached the gym level." Bruce sighed inwardly.
Of course, his psychic level is much higher than Ino's.
After reaching the fourth peak of Borealia Mountain, his psychic bottleneck was finally broken, and he has now successfully attained master level.
Although it was only his first time at master level, it is already two concepts away from gym level, which is very different.
From now on, he and Master Doom would be psychics of the same level.
Thousands of thoughts passed through his mind, and all the players returned to their seats, quietly waiting for the competition to begin.
Today marked the first team battle for Bruce.
There were many advantages for him to play the first match. If the opponent sent out their strongest player, Bruce was not afraid at all given his strength.
And if they sent a weaker Pokemon, Bruce could easily win, and if the Pokemon Contest Condition remained intact, he could even participate in the next ring battle.
In this case, it would be best to let Bruce start the game; he would win regardless.
Of course, all this confidence stemmed from Bruce's strength.
"Invite the players of the first team battle to come up on stage!" The host's voice rang through the arena.
Amidst the cheers from the other players, Bruce walked toward the battlefield with a calm expression.
On the other side,
Ino slowly opened her eyes, which sparkled with a crystal blue light. She stood up and walked toward the battlefield.
The commentator, Martin Tyler, chimed in at the right moment: "Team Avalon has chosen Bruce to start the game, adapting to all changes without hesitation. This shows Team Avalon's confidence!"
"Team Elderwood has chosen to send out the strongest player, Ino, who is also a psychic like Bruce."
"In this competition, the confrontation between psychics is sure to be intense."
In the live broadcast room, countless internet users exploded with comments.
"Is Team Elderwood really the best? Didn't you see the painful lesson Team Ravonia learned yesterday?"
"Why go head-to-head with Team Avalon? Can Ino beat Bruce? Laughable."
"Uh... The psychics of Elderwood and the psychics of Avalon have never gotten along since ancient times. If they meet, they will definitely fight."
"Turns out that's the case... then isn't this a waste of a match?"
At the same time,
In Elderwood,
In a luxurious palace, the Psychic Elite of Elderwood was watching the large screen in front of him, while a maid beside him massaged his legs and occasionally fed him fruit.
"What is this person's identity?" the Psychic Elite casually asked.
As an Elite, he rarely pays attention to events of this level, but this time, the contestants have their own disciples.
The middle-aged man standing solemnly behind him replied in a deep voice, "He is the descendant of King John Bayne of Avalon, Bruce Bayne."
Upon hearing the name "King John Bayne," the Psychic Elite's pupils suddenly contracted, and his breathing became heavy, creating an invisible oppressive atmosphere in the palace.
The maid beside him didn't dare to move, lowering her eyes and obediently continuing her massage.
After an unknown amount of time, the Psychic Elite finally let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at Bruce on the screen, but the shocking battle from ten years ago reflected in his eyes.
"Ten years..." he said softly.
Ten years ago, he suffered a disastrous defeat at the hands of King John Bayne, and that day was still hard to forget.
That day of infamy.
At this moment, his disciple faced the descendant of King John Bayne, as if continuing a legacy but also as a battle of fate.
This time, who will win?
The Psychic Elite was filled with curiosity; instead of looking at relevant information about Bruce, he sat up straight and decided to watch the game seriously.
Southwest Border, Vortex Base.
"Speaking of which, this Ino has a little connection with the boss." Colin looked at Ino on the screen and suddenly said.
"Oh?" John Bayne asked with a curious expression on his face, "What's the origin?"
"Ino is a direct disciple of that Psychic Elite from Elderwood." Colin replied sincerely.
"The Psychic Elite of Elderwood," John Bayne recalled, his eyes brightening, though he seemed a bit uncertain. "I seem to have a small impression."
Colin smiled slightly and elaborated, "Ten years ago, when you participated in the World Championship, you met her and easily defeated her."
Upon hearing this, John Bayne suddenly nodded, a smile appearing on his face as he said, "So it was her, I remember now."
"The Psychic Elite is quite depressed," he added.
Colin joked, "If this Psychic Elite heard your comments, she would probably be quite depressed."
John Bayne made no comment, his gaze fixed on Ino on the screen as he smiled and said, "Ten years ago, she was defeated by me. Ten years later, her disciples will meet the same fate."
Staples Center,
When Bruce and Ino stood at their respective command seats on either side of the battlefield, the cheers erupted instantly, and applause crashed like a tsunami.
Bruce and Ino silently exchanged glances, their dark eyes and brown pupils locking onto each other, neither speaking a word.
The interior and exterior of the arena gradually quieted down, the breeze rolling over the standard green field, and an invisible aura surged between the two psychics.
The referee was about to make a sound, but when he looked around, he felt the dignified and oppressive aura and firmly closed his mouth, remaining silent for a while.
At this moment, the air seemed to freeze; the entire venue was silent, and the audience held their breath, not daring to disturb the opposing sides.
Liam's face was serious as he looked away and said softly, "The classic part of the psychic battle.
Competing psychically."
This is the predetermined link between psychic and psychic; first, use psychic abilities to explore the truth.
"Who is strong and who is weak?" Maxwell suddenly asked.
"It's not easy to say..." Liam just mentioned that, but upon seeing the situation on the field change, his voice stopped abruptly.
On the field,
Bruce's eyes froze, and the psychic energy in his body erupted, transforming into an invisible magical thought wave, which surged toward Ino!
In that moment, Ino's pupils constricted, and her face suddenly changed. She felt a terrifying energy pouring out, making her soul tremble slightly.
Suddenly, she felt like a solitary boat in a vast ocean. The waves were rough, and she was swaying with them; if she wasn't careful, she would be buried at the bottom of the sea.
The psychic ability she had once been proud of felt completely powerless in front of Bruce.
The next moment, she staggered and took half a step back.
And this half-step back was instantly captured by the director and presented on the big screen.
"In a face-to-face confrontation, the psychic genius of Elderwood, Ino, is vulnerable!" some spectators exclaimed.
"Bruce's psychic level remains a mystery."
"One can only say that he is at least starting at gym level."
Ignoring the noise from the outside world, Ino appeared dazed, looking up at Bruce, her face filled with disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
"How could his psychic ability be stronger than mine?" Ino's heart fluttered, unable to understand the situation.
The Psychic Elite of Elderwood saw the scene before him, furrowed his brow, and murmured quietly, "Master Level?"
...
"Starting to practice from the womb?"
The referee finally felt the dignified atmosphere of the place gradually dissipating. Secretly sighing with relief, he looked around, saw Bruce's calm face and Ino's rapidly changing expression, and spoke loudly: "Please send out your Pokemon!"
Ino finally regained her senses upon hearing the referee's voice. She took a Poke Ball from her waist and threw it far into her palm.
【 Pokemon: Starmie (Water/Psychic)
Ability: Natural Cure
Qualification: Elite
Level: Lv 49 (Ace)】
After a moment, she pressed the button, and a ray of red light shot out.
Looking at Starmie in front of him, Metagross narrowed his crimson eyes slightly and made a pleasant sound.
"Metagross..."
As the voice fell, the two simply stared at each other in silence, and their respective Pokemon moved.
Is this the psychic battle? There's no need to talk at all." Maxwell observed the scene in front of him and whispered.
"It all depends on reaction and prediction," Luka crossed his arms and said lightly.
Seeing the players from both sides send out their respective Pokemon, the referee looked around, blew the whistle, waved the flag, and announced loudly: "The battle begins!"
In the next moment, Starmie's eyes froze, and she lifted off the ground, using Rapid Spin, creating fierce gusts of wind.
Whether Metagross flew in the air or landed on the ground, it could not escape the snow.
Looking at Starmie's data panel, Bruce threw a Luxury Ball into the air, the
white light blooming as Metagross flew up into the air.
A lavender starfish spun from the Poke Ball and landed in the field, with a golden front adorned with a large red gemstone.
"Bruce sent out the highly recognizable shiny Metagross, while Ino chose to send out Starmie!" Martin Tyler said enthusiastically.
In an instant, these hurricanes triggered a powerful snowstorm, moving toward Metagross!
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