Chapter 501 - Crucial Taunt
There are multiple challenge modes at the Battle Factory.
3vs3, 6vs6—participants can choose according to their own preferences.
Additionally, the rules categorize the Pokémon distributed to participants into three tiers: beginner, interdiate, and advanced.
Beginner-tier Pokémon are those with lower growth and inferior evolution potential as well as innate species, while advanced-tier Pokémon, as the na suggests, are those that have reached a relatively mature stage of growth and developnt.
The difficulty of commanding Pokémon varies depending on their strength level. Since their growth conditions differ, the moves they possess naturally vary as well, making battles increasingly complex and testing Trainer's fundantal skills.
Another crucial reason is that powerful Pokémon are not easy to raise, and their numbers are certainly lower compared to beginner- and interdiate-tier Pokémon. If every participant wanted to select only the strongest Pokémon to fight for them, they would have to pay a corresponding price.
Although Terrance was only participating on a whim, if the tiers of Pokémon on both sides were low, this test would be aningless.
"Naturally, the advanced tier..." Facing the staff mber's inquiry, Terrance thought for a mont before replying.
"Alright, next, please choose the number of battles."
"Could you explain that?" Terrance wasn't very familiar with this and hadn't seen a detailed introduction.
"Certainly. In a 3vs3 battle, if you opt for multiple consecutive matches, you can keep challenging opponents back-to-back. For example, after defeating one Trainer, you can imdiately challenge the next one... Of course, the Pokémon you use remain the sa, and their stamina cannot be restored," the staff mber explained with a smile. This system was designed for more skilled challengers—so Trainers, even when both sides had Pokemon with relatively equal strength, could achieve victory through their rich experience and excellent command skills.
So could even... achieve a flawless victory without any injury.
If stamina weren't a factor, it wouldn't be impossible for exceptionally strong Trainers to continue winning indefinitely.
"In the history of the Battle Factory, the record for the most consecutive battles won is seven. The more victories a Trainer accumulates, the greater the rewards. Ordinary victories only earn small commorative prizes issued by the Battle Factory, but breaking the Battle Factory's record could result in returning ho with rewards dozens of tis the initial prize money."
Seeing the staff mber's smiling expression, Terrance responded directly, "Never mind, just one match will do."
His goal this ti was to wait for Aaron, not to test his own command abilities. As for how many consecutive wins he could achieve under the constraints of fixed stamina and relatively equal strength—while he was curious, he suppressed it.
"One match? Understood." The staff mber made so preparations, and soon, Terrance's and his opponent's details were ready.
"Your opponent's Pokémon are: Crobat, Cloyster, and Magmar."
"Your Pokémon are: Persian, Ampharos, and Breloom."
"Your opponent will also receive the nas of your Pokémon. Please prepare in advance. The battle will take place in five minutes. Now, please follow
to collect your Pokémon."
Following the staff mber's lead, Terrance walked calmly behind, quickly recalling key information about all six Pokémon in his mind.
"Although absolute fairness isn't possible, the gap shouldn't be too large. If I'm not mistaken, the Battle Factory likely has a certain number of Breeders specifically responsible for raising Pokémon..." Terrance smiled slightly.
With this information, it was enough.
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"Persian, Ampharos, and Breloom..."
Elsewhere in the Battle Factory, a Trainer around the sa age as Terrance muttered the nas of the three Pokémon, forming a rough strategy in his mind.
"If this matchup is considered evenly matched, then the biggest variable is probably Persian," he concluded imdiately.
If Terrance had heard his opponent's assessnt, he would have been quite surprised—because it was almost exactly the sa as his own.
"My opponent is still not here yet?" Naoya scratched his head and sighed.
The wait seed a bit longer than usual, but since it wasn't past the designated ti, he decided to be patient.
At this mont, Naoya had no idea that his opponent was a Battle Factory rookie. Terrance had spent a little extra ti on the way, discussing the Battle Factory's operations in more depth with the staff mber.
"Here already?"
Hearing footsteps, Naoya looked up and saw Terrance arriving with the staff mber.
"Accompanied by a staff mber?" Previously unaware, Naoya imdiately understood the situation. If a staff mber was guiding soone, it ant that the opponent was visiting the Battle Factory for the first ti. This was a benefit given to first-ti challengers—a staff mber serving as a free guide.
By the second ti they challenged the Battle Factory, they would already be familiar with the process and wouldn't need staff assistance anymore.
Naoya did not underestimate Terrance just because he was a Battle Factory rookie. Judging a Trainer solely based on their Battle Factory experience would be far too shallow.
He had understood this truth long ago through his many battles at the Battle Factory.
However, as the battle began, Naoya couldn't help but feel surprised.
At this mont, in the arena, after he sent out Crobat, Terrance sent out Persian. From start to finish, Terrance's expression remained calm.
It was as if he had complete mastery over this battle, as though everything was within his expectations. There was no trace of unfamiliarity in handling a Pokémon he had just received!
This was a rare trait among Battle Factory rookies. Naoya could only guess that it's because Crobat and Persian were both relatively common Pokémon—or perhaps Terrance just happened to own one himself.
Thinking this way, he no longer found it surprising.
Resembling a small lion, Persian's eyes flashed red and it fixed its gaze on the airborne Crobat, licking its lips.
Crobat, in turn, responded with a fierce glare, flapping its wings as it revealed its sharp fangs.
The Pokémon raised at the Battle Factory were indeed well-trained—at the very least, without their Trainer's command, they did not act recklessly.
Finally, the standoff was broken as Naoya initiated his attack.
"Crobat, use Supersonic!"
Upon receiving the command, Crobat emitted a series of buzzing sound waves to disrupt its opponent. However, the attack failed to take effect.
In the arena, Persian took a step back, its fur standing on end, and let out an ear-piercing "ow~" that sent a chaotic storm sweeping forward like sound waves.
Amidst this ear-piercing sound, Supersonic's effect was instantly distorted, rendering it ineffective mid-course.
Having studied both Persian and Crobat's movesets, Terrance had already prepared most of his counterasures in advance.
"Taunt!" At that mont, a faint smirk appeared on Terrance's lips. Since his opponent had failed to take advantage of the first move, it was now his turn to take the stage.
Regaining its stance, Persian looked at Crobat with a taunting expression, as if mocking its incompetence.
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