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... gs gave it a significant advantage over Normal- and Fairy-type Pokémon.

This dual typing not only made it immune to Clefable's Normal-type moves but also provided it with super-effective options against Fairy-types.

When Ash sent out Haunter, Whitney's confident expression faltered. She could already feel the pressure of the battle, and it hadn't even started yet.

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