Chapter 120: Shameless William?

Walrein and its massive *Surf* attack were completely immobilized by Metagross' *Confusion*, as if someone had pressed the pause button. 

The pale blue energy surrounding the Pokémon and the wave filled Walrein with panic, its wide eyes searching for guidance from its trainer.

Yonche wasn't a novice—none of the special recruits were. 

"Walrein, calm down! Regain control of Surf and push forward!" he commanded, determined to break free from Metagross' grip.

He believed there was no way Metagross could sustain control over such a powerful attack for long. 

Even if the *Confusion* held temporarily, the massive weight of the wave would eventually overwhelm it, leaving Ashborn exposed. 

If *Surf* couldn't defeat Metagross, then Ashborn would be at the mercy of the waters.

But Walrein remained immobilized, bound tightly by the *Confusion*, only its eyes moving. 

If it could speak, it would surely be protesting against its trainer's futile orders.

One minute passed. Five minutes. Then ten. 

Metagross' *Confusion* hadn't wavered.

Yonche's expression shifted from surprise to disbelief. 

What started as a confident strategy had turned into a nightmare. 

He and the spectators looked on with wide eyes, incredulous. 

Ten whole minutes of *Confusion*, not to lift something simple, but to control an entire *Surf* attack spanning the battlefield.

Everyone wore similar expressions of shock. 

The realization that Ashborn's Metagross was no ordinary Pokémon settled in. 

This wasn't just some random psychic move—it was the display of incredible strength.

Ashborn finally spoke. "End it, Metagross."

With a burst of blue energy, the *Surf* and Walrein were lifted into the air, rising higher and higher until they reached a height of three or four hundred feet. 

Yonche stood frozen, speechless, staring at the scene unfolding above him.

As Metagross withdrew its psychic hold, the massive wave turned into countless raindrops, which came pouring down on the spectators. 

Everyone within range was soaked, while Ashborn remained perfectly dry, protected by the faint blue glow of Metagross' *Confusion*. 

Walrein, on the other hand, crashed to the ground with a resounding thud, creating a small crater on impact. 

Staggering to its feet, the Pokémon swayed but stood, battered and exhausted.

"Return, Walrein." 

Yonche recalled his Pokémon, having realized the enormous gap in strength. 

Continuing would only injure Walrein further. 

"He's too strong. That Metagross… it's beyond what I imagined," 

Yonche muttered, walking back toward the other challengers. 

Just moments earlier, he had mocked Timothy for losing quickly, but now he understood. 

It wasn't that Timothy's Blaziken was weak; Ashborn's Metagross was simply terrifying.

Compared to Blaziken, at least Walrein had "fought" for ten minutes—if standing immobilized could be called that.

One of the other challengers, William, stepped forward next. 

"You'll all fall eventually. I'll take the next round," he declared confidently.

He faced Ashborn. 

"Your Metagross has already fought twice. 

I won't take advantage of that. Let's see a different Pokémon."

His tone was noble, but the onlookers saw through his act. 

Although Metagross had technically fought two battles, it hadn't sustained any damage. 

The previous fights had been entirely one-sided. 

Still, William was banking on Ashborn switching to a potentially weaker Pokémon, giving him a better shot.

"Lucario," Ashborn called, sending out his next Pokémon.

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Pokémon:Lucario(Fighting/Steel)

Level: 50

Potential: Blue

Ability: Inner Focus

Item: Muscle Band

Gender: Male

Moves:Work Up, Quick Attack , Endure, Detect, Feint, Metal Claw, Aura Sphere, Rock Smash, Force Palm, Metal Sound, Bone Rush, Meteor Mash, Heal Pulse

Move Disc :Low Sweep, Brick Break, Agility, Sword Dance, Dig, Bulk Up, Focus Blast, Dark Pulse

Genetic Skills: Mind's Eye,Close Combat, Force Palm, Thunder Punch

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The fighting-steel type Lucario stood calmly, its eyes gleaming with determination. 

Compared to Metagross' impassive demeanor, Lucario's gaze was sharp and aggressive, enough to unnerve even seasoned trainers.

William swallowed hard, feeling a slight tightness in his chest. 

Facing Lucario's intense stare, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right choice.

"Froslass, I choose you!" William called out.

Pokémon: Froslass (Ice/Ghost)

Level: 53

Potential: Green

Ability: Snow Cloak

Item: Never-Melt Ice

Gender: Female

Moves: Hex, Ice Fang, Shadow Clone, Protect, Destiny Bond, Powder Snow, Leer, Ice beam, Icy Wind, Confuse Ray, Hail, Will-O-Wisp

Skill Discs: Blizzard, Water Pulse, Light Screen, Safeguard, Hyper Beam

Genetic Skills: Disable,Block, Weather Seek, Icicle Crash

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A female Froslass appeared on the field. 

This Pokémon, with its Ice and Ghost-type combination, was rare in these parts, hailing mostly from the snowy regions of Bruston. 

The air around it instantly grew colder.

"Froslass, use *Blizzard*!"

The sky darkened, and the temperature plummeted. 

Within seconds, the once sunny field was blanketed in a fierce snowstorm, dropping from over 30°C to a chilling -10° C. 

The battlefield was engulfed in a swirling snowstorm, the ice-cold winds biting at everyone within range.

William smirked as he pulled a thick jacket from his bag, having anticipated the temperature drop. 

He glanced smugly at Ashborn, expecting him to suffer from the sudden cold.

However, to William's surprise, Ashborn stood in the middle of the raging storm, arms crossed, completely unfazed. 

He hadn't even bothered to put on a jacket. Wearing only a short-sleeved shirt, Ashborn remained calm and motionless as the *Blizzard* raged around him. 

His face showed no sign of discomfort.

"How… is he not freezing?" William muttered in disbelief. 

"Let's see how long you can last like that," he whispered to himself, determined to win.

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Adios