Elf: As a champion, I just want to teach and educate people

Chapter 192 Xiaozhi: Help!

It seems that the Little Meteorite is at a disadvantage in terms of attributes, but in actual combat, the Scythe Helmet finds that his power seems to be stuck in a quagmire and is difficult to exert.

No matter how fiercely it launches its attacks, the little meteorite can always find a clever way to deal with it, as if everything is under its control.

What made Scythe Helmet even more frustrated was that the tactics used by Little Meteorite were something he had no way of countering.

This put Scythe Helmet into a passive position in the battle, making it difficult for him to display his strength.

For Scythe Helmet, who had lived for a long time, the battle consciousness of Little Meteorite was extremely terrifying. In this duel, it was deeply aware of the gap between itself and Little Meteorite, and the feeling of powerlessness made it feel cold in its heart.

The performance of the little meteorite is really terrifying!

Scythe Helmet sighed inwardly, and couldn't help but feel awe for such an opponent.

"Na na~" (Good brother, why don't you fight anymore? Come and fight with me~)
The little meteorite narrowed his eyes slightly with a lazy smile, giving people an impression of innocence and harmlessness.

Its appearance is gentle and soft, like an innocent child, making people feel close to it involuntarily.

However, in the eyes of Scythe Helmet, the image of the little meteorite was completely different.

It knows that the seemingly naive little meteorite actually contains unfathomable power and wisdom. The seemingly childlike nature actually hides the accumulation of years and endless profound meaning.

In the battle with the little meteorite, Scythe Helmet deeply felt its extraordinary fighting skills and adaptability. Every action and every decision revealed a calm temperament and told a long story.

I can’t see through it. I can’t see through it at all!

Why is this little meteorite so powerful...

In this fierce battle, Little Meteorite showed strength and wisdom that was completely different from his appearance, forcing Scythe Helmet to re-examine this seemingly ordinary opponent.

After a fierce battle, Scythe Helmet finally surrendered after repeated attacks and was defeated by Little Meteorite.

The Vulcan Moth watched the battle from the side, flapping its wings gently, bringing up a breeze. The breeze gently brushed across the surface of the small meteorite, and this gentle comfort made it slowly stop fighting.

Although the battle was over, it left a feeling of unfulfilled desire for Meteorite. It rarely encountered such an evenly matched opponent, and the strength and toughness of Scythehelm made it look forward to competing with the stronger and older Dragon Pokémon.

Well, it seems that Rayquaza can also be considered a kind of "fossil" Pokémon, right?
Although Rayquaza is not dead yet.

The little meteorite's eyes flashed with desire and expectation for the future. It longed to confront more powerful opponents, and longed to constantly break through itself and pursue greater power in this endless battle.

Rayquaza, prepare yourself for my wrath!
This cave seemed to hide some great secret, and Scythe Helmet and his people existed to protect this secret. Vulcan Moth thought to himself, wanting to ask something.

The Vulcan Moth flew lightly in front of the Scythe Helmet, and its slightly flapping wings created a breeze that lifted up the Scythe Helmet's jaw. There was a hint of inquiry and curiosity in its eyes, wanting to explore the secrets deep in the Scythe Helmet's heart.

Its voice was calm and commanding, irresistible:

"Hmm." (There is one thing I don't understand. What exactly are you and your people guarding here?)

Scythe Helmet: ???

Huh? You're asking that now?

Facing the Vulcan Moth's question, the Scythe Helmet turned its head away and remained silent. It was unwilling to reveal any information and maintained a mysterious attitude.

Vulcan Moth did not force it, but lowered the Scythe Helmet's lower jaw and let it stand on the ground again. Although the Scythe Helmet did not answer, Vulcan Moth had already sensed something unusual from its attitude.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment became hot, placing it under the scorching sun. Scythe Helmet turned his head and was surprised to see a golden flame burning in the cave, like a sea of ​​fire surging.

The flames danced in the cave, hot and wild, as if they had life. Even though the sickle helmet had four times the fire resistance, it could still feel the powerful force contained in the flames, which was definitely beyond its ability to resist.

The Vulcan Moth in front of us is the culprit of this fire.

Its eyes flashed with blazing light, and two burning flames rolled in them. The golden wings were even more dazzling in the firelight, reflecting the flames in the cave, forming a magnificent picture.

Scythe Helmet knew that the power of this fire was no joke.

It quickly took a defensive stance, ready for the coming attack.

However, the winner and loser have already been revealed...

There is no possibility for me to win this battle!
"Hmm." (We mean no harm.)
The Vulcan Moth slowly approached the Scythe Helmet, its voice still so calm and deep, able to penetrate all the chaos.

As it approached, the flames around it burned more vigorously, and the hot flames danced in the cave, reflecting golden light and shadows.

The scorching temperature made the air distorted, and Scythe Helmet watched Vulcan Moth's every move vigilantly.

Although Vulcan Moth claims to have no ill intentions, Scythehelm, as a guardian, remains highly vigilant against the appearance of any strange creatures.

"Sickle." (Brother, I don't know how powerful you are, but I have a heavy responsibility and cannot leave this place, nor can I make way for you. This is the last words of the ancients and the will of the gods.)
Scythe Helmet crossed his arms over his chest and spoke in a firm and decisive tone.

No matter how the Vulcan Moth persuaded it, it stood firm in its position and did not retreat at all.

"Sickle." (If you are willing to spar with me, I will do my best, but I cannot leave this place.)
The Scythe Helmet's eyes flashed with determination and persistence, "Sickle." (Here, what I guard is not just a place, but also a belief and responsibility. I cannot go against the ancient oath, nor can I fail the expectations of the gods.)
Upon hearing this, the Vulcan Moth nodded slightly.

It deeply admired the loyalty and perseverance of the sickle helmet, and at the same time strengthened its determination.

"Hmm?" (God?)
Vulcan Moth narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of disdain and doubt in his tone. "Hmm." (I don't think there is any first-class legendary Pokémon in the world who would condescend to come here. Just because you have comprehended a trace of [personhood], do you think you are the supreme first-class legend?)
Vulcan Moth is questioning Scythehelm's faith and persistence.

However, it slowly put out the flames around it, already having a clear answer in its mind.

To the Vulcan Moth, the secrets guarded by Scythehelm and his people do not seem to be that important.

It focuses more on the deeper truth hidden in this place.

As the flames gradually dissipated, Scythe Helmet breathed a sigh of relief.

The blazing flames made it feel very stressed, but now that it saw that the Vulcan Moth had no intention of being its enemy, the tension in its heart eased a little.

Before it could completely relax, its vision suddenly went dark and its body fell down weakly.

At this moment, Scythe Helmet only felt an invisible force coming at him, which he could not resist. The whole cave quickly blurred in his sight, and his consciousness gradually faded away. He tried hard to stay awake, but the force was too strong to resist.

In this dark abyss, Scythe felt unprecedented fear and helplessness. From the depths of its heart, it wailed, calling out the name of a certain Pokémon, hoping to get help.

All that responded to it was endless darkness and silence. In this strange space, Scythe Helmet felt a loneliness and despair he had never experienced before.

"Hmm." (Let's go. I've knocked it out. It will take at least half an hour for it to wake up.)
The Vulcan Moth flapped its wings and left the place gracefully.

For it, the easiest way to deal with this kind of cockroach-level Pokémon that sticks to its beliefs and is difficult to deal with is to knock it out directly.

The little meteorite at the side witnessed all this and silently memorized this tactic in his heart. For it, this was not only a combat skill, but also a strategic wisdom.

The tactic of "knocking on the stick" became the source of inspiration for Xiao Yunxing.

It realizes that the rational use of this tactic may achieve unexpected results when confronting powerful opponents in the future.

The Vulcan Moth took the lead, and the powerful pressure was released naturally, leading the long-haired troll, the little meteorite and Xiao Mao deep into the heart of the cave.

Almost all the Pokémon in the cave also sensed the pressure of the Vulcan Moth and avoided it, making this originally challenging road relatively smooth.

The hairy troll picked up a stone and asked thoughtfully, "Gaoh." (Brother Vulcan Moth, what do you think these Pokémon are guarding?)

Vulcan Moth shook his head slightly and said calmly, "Hmm." (I'm not sure about this, but I can be sure that this must be a very precious thing. Perhaps it's some rare item, or perhaps a powerful Pokémon.)
To be honest, Vulcan Moth didn't have a definite answer in his mind, but he vaguely felt that this was closely related to Xiao Mao.

In this mysterious cave, every corner is full of unknown and mystery.

Vulcan Moth, Hairy Troll, Meteorite and Xiaomao, with curiosity and determination, gradually uncovered the secrets hidden deep in the cave. At the same time, Xiaozhi also protested.

Xiaozhi lay helplessly on the grass, a strong paw firmly pinning him down. This made it difficult for him to move, and he couldn't help but protest, "Brother Flame Chicken, please let me go!"

Flamingo shook his head stubbornly to refuse.

Its huge body looked down at Xiaozhi, with a vigilant light flashing in its eyes. In this contest of unequal strength, Xiaozhi was completely at a disadvantage and could only helplessly endure the oppression of Flame Chicken.

Flamelon's eyes were firm and resolute, and it was obvious that he would not let Xiaozhi go easily.

At least until Li Yunyi comes back, it will still protect Xiaozhi and make sure he doesn't get hurt.

Xiaozhi sighed helplessly, feeling a little helpless about the stubbornness of Flame Chicken. He struggled to get rid of the restraints, but the force was too strong and he couldn't move.

On this grass, the stalemate between Flamelon and Xiaozhi turned into a brief silence, leaving only the sound of the breeze blowing through the grass and the occasional bird song.

Except for Ash being suppressed by Flame Chicken, Pikachu and Charmander were in a slightly better situation.

However, every time they tried to rescue Xiaozhi, they were stopped by the sharp eyes of Flame Chicken. That look revealed unquestionable majesty, warning them not to act rashly.

Even if they try to attack with their moves, Flammulina can react quickly and defeat them with one punch.

This disparity in power made Pikachu and Charmander feel frustrated. They felt that their abilities were so insignificant in front of Blaziken.

This feeling of powerlessness makes them feel bitter.

They could only watch Xiaozhi being controlled by Flame Chicken, but could not come forward to rescue him. This became an unspeakable pain in their hearts, and also a severe test of their will!

Xiaozhi-san, you must wait for us to save your teeth!
"Pika Pika, Pikachu~" (Brother Flame Chicken, what I'm saying is, can you please let Xiaozhi go for his young age?)
Pikachu walked to the feet of Flame Chicken, rubbed his hands, and patted its legs in a flattering manner. Its little fists gently tapped Flame Chicken's muscles, massaging it.

Flamingo didn't take Pikachu's little trick seriously.

While enjoying Pikachu's leg-pounding service, it shook its head firmly: "Chawu." (No, I have to make sure you don't run away.)
Its tone left no doubt, letting Pikachu know that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change Flamingo's decision.

Charmander also came over, gently wagging his tail, looking at Flame Chicken with a firm gaze, and said seriously:
"Roar!" (Please believe us, we will never leave. So please let Xiaozhi go!)

Listening to Charmander's simple plea for mercy, Flammel still shook his head firmly, his tone unquestionable:

"Chacha, Chacha." (No means no. This is for Xiaozhi's safety. Don't waste your energy.)
Its eyes were looking straight at Charmander. Being stared at like that, Charmander suddenly felt that all their efforts seemed to be in vain in front of the powerful Flame Chicken.

No, no, how could I possibly have such an idea? !
Thinking of this, Charmander said that it still didn't want to give up, and insisted on guarding Satoshi and confronting Blaziken!

Seeing the determined look in Pikachu and Charmander's eyes, Flame Chicken also understood their determination. It didn't want to dwell on this matter any more, so it chose to call Saifu and Meloetta over and let them take care of these two cute Pokémon.

"Sai." (Guarantee to complete the task!)
(End of this chapter)