An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 258 On this day, Wanlong reunited with the Heavenly Kings! (Seeking monthly votes)
Ten minutes earlier, backstage at the Food God Competition venue, Wanlong was facing a vintage dressing mirror with gold trim, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the cat-head tassel scarf around her neck.

Today, she specially wore a dark red velvet gothic gown, with the newly launched "Ghostly Flame" lipstick on her lips, and carefully drawn upturned black eyeliner at the corners of her eyes, like a nervous yet expectant black cat.

As the saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. After only half a month, Wanlong was excited and nervous to see Mozhen again. Her heart was beating faster than the flickering flame of a crystal chandelier.

She took a deep breath, and the woman in the mirror had flushed cheeks and her eyes shimmered with a honey-like ripple.

She began to sweetly contemplate the relationship between the two: from the initial amazement at "Battle Through the Spirits" when she first saw it while reviewing manuscripts on the terminal novel website, to personally mobilizing all the resources on the site to create a frenzy of promotion for him.

From being thrilled by his casual remark about "making a movie" in a coffee shop, to spending millions to assemble a film crew and overcome the censorship hurdles of the United Media Alliance...

Since they met, they have had many high-intensity collaborations and interactions, and they can be said to have complemented each other perfectly—she gave him a platform and opportunities, and he gave her traffic and glory.

Like the perfect bond between a trainer and their Pokémon, every exchange of glances is a tacit understanding that needs no words.

Now, Mo Zhen has achieved great success, with his new book "Turtle Clan" sweeping the bestseller list and his movie project generating buzz even before filming begins; Wan Long's company is also making a fortune, with the stock price of [Zhidian Novel Network] soaring and the acquisition offer from [Bojiaman Company] increasing each time.

Wanlong started to daydream, unconsciously drawing hearts on the mirror with her fingertips, imagining the scene of the two of them meeting.

Mo Zhen would definitely be wearing that red suit, holding a strange bouquet woven from dark stones and cursed runes, kneeling on one knee, and speaking in his affectionate voice.

"Wanlong, your website is the end of my life. The two of us, one writing all the world's legends, the other controlling the secrets of traffic, are practically a match made in heaven by Arceus! This ship of wealth will sink without either of us, so let's work together to make all the money in the world!"

Halfway through her thought, Wanlong turned her head shyly and said...

"Oh no, this line is too cheesy, it needs to be more romantic..."

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside the venue. Wanlong was jolted awake from her pink bubble and listened carefully. She could vaguely hear the onlookers gossiping about Mo Zhen.

"Look! It's a woman again!"

"Great artists are always so busy!"

"This time, it's the hot girl from Padia who's fighting with the medicine seller from Hoenn!"

"What?!!!!"

Hearing these rumors, Wanlong was instantly jolted awake from her daydream. Every word coming from outside was like a will-o'-the-wisp, scorching Wanlong's reason.

The pure bull warrior personality within her instantly awakened, emitting a low, sinister laugh in her mind.

[Ugh...did you hear that? Your Director Mo is outside surrounded by wildflowers and weeds! Who are you trying to impress by putting on makeup here? Do you really think you're the Empress?]

Wanlong suddenly covered her ears, and the face in the mirror instantly lost all color, her lips trembling.

"No...no! Director Mo...he was just putting on an act! It was all for art! For viewership!"

The voice of the Pure Bull War God grew increasingly shrill, like a ghost launching a surprise attack straight into the soul.

[Art? Traffic? Hahaha! Why don't you go out and heat it up with your 'love is like fire' and add some excitement? Why are you hiding here pretending to be an innocent little white flower?!]

Amidst the internal struggle, Wanlong's eyes sometimes held tenderness, sometimes venomous resentment; her gothic skirt fluttered without wind, as if an invisible ghostly energy was violently fluctuating within it.

Finally, Wanlong could no longer contain her inner turmoil and suddenly stood up, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground.

She nervously followed the direction from which the noise came, like a Gengar using Shadow Strike, hiding in the shadow of the decorative pillar to spy.

From afar, she saw two women fighting over Mo Zhen, even getting into a physical altercation.

The girl from Padia, Danyu, dressed in a revealing country-style dress, was baring her teeth and claws as she tried to scratch the face of Haruka, a girl from Hoenn.

Xiaoyao's strong chicken muscles bulged, and her "double kick" brought a strong wind, but she was forced back by Danyu's "Shadow Ball" with Lai Beicha!

Upon seeing this explosive scene, the Pure Bull Warrior immediately whispered a devilish message in Wanlong's ear.

Look at that energy! That fierce spirit! Youth is an asset. She can go to great lengths with him, fighting in all sorts of places. Can you do that? All you do is sit in your office counting money! Old woman, you're doomed!

Wanlong's fingernails dug deeply into her palms, her breathing rapid. Behind her, faint, ghostly blue flames rose, as if the crystal lamplight had sensed its master's pain.

Before she could calm down, Qi Shu appeared again, hopping around with a selfie stick in hand. The electric frog was croaking and flashing electricity, and the camera was pointed directly at Mo Zhen, its voice sweet and coquettish.

"Master Mo Zhen! Look here! Your family wants to see you!"

Seeing this, Pure Bull God of War delivered another sinister blow.

[Hey! Isn't this the top-tier streamer from Padia? Millions of followers! If you're paired with her, the buzz explodes! What can you offer her? A bunch of lousy data reports?]

Wanlong felt a wave of dizziness, as if she had been struck by 100,000 volts. She staggered, and the crystals on her gothic skirt jingled like the sound of a heart breaking.

Then, Natsumi appeared, unleashing her superpowers and using her psychic abilities to push everyone aside. She then gracefully and aloofly reached out to take Mo Zhen's hand.

Pure Bull Warrior let out a hysterical laugh.

[Here she comes! The real queen has arrived! The Bollywood Queen! The psychic powerhouse owner! She has the power, the figure, the looks, and the fame! And you? What do you have besides a few coins?!]

"What?! This woman, no!!!"

Upon seeing Nazi again, Wanlong was filled with grief and indignation. The image of the two interacting intimately in the private room that day flashed before her eyes, and she became completely hysterical, her teeth grinding and her eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

Finally, Wanlong even saw Zhulan appear, the mythology scholar from Shinoh, with a mysterious and noble temperament. Just standing side by side with Mozhen, they seemed to be in their own world.

The pure bull warrior delivers his ultimate blow.

[It's over! See? This is the ultimate boss! Knowledge is power. He can talk to you about everything from poetry and philosophy to creation myths and dream movies! What can you do besides whining and sending money?]

"Hmphh ...

Wanlong completely collapsed under the verbal output of the Pure Bull War God personality. She slid slowly to the ground with her back against the wall, her hands tightly gripping her hair, her pupils unfocused, as if all her strength had been drained.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and six women can put on two!
In Wanlong's inner world, two dramas unfold in turn.

One scene shows Dan Yu, dressed in a bunny girl outfit, making a whimper as she massages Mo Zhen with a shellac. Xiao Yao, holding the Nine Dragon Needles, giggles as she tries to inject Mo Zhen with nutrient solution. Meanwhile, Na Zi uses her superpowers to levitate fresh purple grapes and feed them into Mo Zhen's mouth.

In another scene, Zhu Lan holds a thick brick-shaped book, reciting myths while replenishing Mo Zhen's magic; Qi Shu is live-streaming, performing a scene of rubbing against each other to generate electricity with Mo Zhen; and Dou Zi is carrying a camera, responsible for recording Director Mo's happy life...

The scene of six women taking turns serving Mo Zhen is as impactful as a destructive light beam!

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh, hmph ah ah ah, woo woo woo woo woo, hahahahahahahahaha—"

Wanlong watched the scene with complete madness in her inner theater, sometimes pounding the ground and crying, sometimes laughing shrilly, as the Pure Bull War God relentlessly attacked her face.

【Look! This is the man you've been longing for! He's just a public lawn! Anyone who sits on him is just grass! What are you still fantasizing about?!】 In the ultimate madness, the jealousy, humiliation, and anger repeatedly crushed were injected into Wanlong's soul furnace like fuel!
"Hmphh ...

In the extreme pain of his soul burning, Wanlong's Nine Oxen Power finally broke through the third realm, Ten Thousand Oxen Soaring!
At this moment, the power of the bull entered her body, and a terrifying aura erupted from Wanlong's body. Dark blue and dark red energies intertwined and rose, her gothic dress transformed into jet-black armor, and a terrifying red light reflected from her glasses.

At this moment, Wanlong has mastered the legendary and terrifying Bull Battle Body!

At this moment, every move she made exuded a terrifying ghostly aura, the ultimate resentment after being attacked by the mad bull, the powerful bull, and the exploding bull!

This terrifying resentment is the perfect fuel for Wanlong's crystal chandelier spirit!

The Poké Ball opened automatically, and Chandelure roared out. Four ghostly blue flames surged wildly, absorbing the master's overwhelming resentment. Its energy level skyrocketed, directly breaking through to level 58, making it incredibly powerful!

The cracks on the lampshade have healed, emitting a dark, blood-red light, as if it were carved from obsidian from hell!

Possessed by resentment, Wanlong roared like a demon from hell.

"The hunt has begun! Let's hunt down those who have fallen into the green trap!"

The next moment, Wanlong rode on the crystal lamplight spirit, whose size had increased dramatically. Like the Ghost Rider, he was wrapped in eerie ghost fire and transformed into a blue and red meteor, falling from the sky and crashing heavily into the center of the arena!
boom--!
The air surged, the ground cracked, and the terrifying pressure caused the surrounding temperature to plummet!
The onlookers gasped in surprise.

"My God, it's Miss Wanlong!"

"This...this is the organizer of the conference?!"

"Help! This is terrifying! This thing looks like a female ghost?!"

Mo Zhen was instantly terrified by the other party's terrifying resentment, the icy resentment that rushed towards him almost freezing his blood.

What surprised him even more was that the aura emanating from the other party was in no way inferior to that of the Dodo bird. This posture, which was exuding terrifying ghost energy, was exactly the form of the Ghost King!
Xiao Mengzi popped out from his collar and let out a delighted squeal.

[Wow! Wanlong's Divine Skill is complete! Bull's Strength, Level Three! Reaching the Heavenly King Realm! This energy... I'm going to explode!]

In an instant, Mo Zhen also felt a surge of immense energy flowing into his body, a mixture of comfort and trembling that made him feel as if he were ascending to heaven.

At this moment, Wanlong's aura completely overwhelmed the other women present.

She slowly turned her head, her cold gaze sweeping over Naz, her voice hoarse and distorted, echoing heavily.

"Ms. Nazi... as a special guest of the conference, please have some self-respect and pay attention to your public image."

Sabrina immediately felt a terrifying aura suppressing her, and her superpower field was actually forced back three points by that tangible resentment!

A hint of surprise flashed in her icy blue eyes. She snorted coldly and reluctantly withdrew her hand from Mo Zhen's pants.

Nazi glared at Wanlong and walked into the backstage area of ​​the event, turning back every few steps.

Wanlong's eyes burned with ghostly green flames as she turned to Mozhen with a resentful expression. Every word she spoke carried a chilling coldness and overwhelming jealousy, as if countless vengeful spirits were whispering at the same time.

"The conference is about to begin...aren't you going to get in there and start hosting the show?! Do you want me to use a 'curse' to take you and these vixens away with you?! Get in there!"

Mo Zhen felt a chill run down his spine. Without a moment's hesitation, he scrambled into the venue, moving with lightning speed.

When Danyu saw the duck that was about to be eaten fly away, she immediately became extremely angry and screamed.

"Guleton! Don't let him get away! Use full-power ramming! Take him down!"

"Whoa-"

In its complete form, Guleton roared to the sky, its body erupting with crimson energy. It leaped up—as expected, reaching a height of twenty meters, and with the momentum to destroy everything, it was about to break through the security line!

At this moment, Wanlong was exerting all his strength, his body filled with boundless resentment, as if thousands of phantom bulls were appearing behind him!
"Crystal Chandelier Spirit! Ox-Slaying Technique: Ten Thousand Oxen Soaring in Flames!"

Accompanied by Wanlong's endless resentment, endless ghost fire mixed with dark red bull energy waves surged out from the four candle flames of the crystal lamp spirit like a herd of mad bulls, bombarding Guletun's body in an overwhelming manner!
The will-o'-the-wisps burned and burned, and the bull's energy surged wildly, producing a deafening roar!

At this moment, Guleton felt an endless resentment towards the cow—the extreme anger at having his possessions taken away, the profound loneliness of being alone in an empty house, and the heart-wrenching pain of watching his lover embrace two women!
In an instant, his mind and spirit suffered a severe blow, so the scarlet energy around Leton dissipated instantly. He let out a mournful cry, his body shrank rapidly, and he returned to his harmless shared bicycle form, falling to the ground with a thud and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Seeing her trump card being instantly defeated, Danyu stomped her feet in anger and cursed.

"You old witch! How dare you hurt my Guleton!"

At this moment, Wanlong appeared in front of Danyu like a ghost. Before the other party could react, the sole of her high heel, which was covered with ghostly blue flames, was directly imprinted on her stomach!
boom!
"Hmph!" "Ouch!"

Wanlong kicked the scoundrel from Beishang Township, sending him flying. The scoundrel landed right on Xiaoyao, who was secretly observing and waiting for an opportunity. The two of them rolled around in a heap.

Wanlong, carrying a terrifying aura of resentment, floated in front of the two like a female ghost, her long hair moving without wind, her voice icy cold.

"You... have already lost! Lost to my Triple War Bull! If you don't want to be turned into roast chicken by will-o'-the-wisps, get out of my sight right now!"

"You...you just wait! I'll definitely kill you!" "Old woman, once my cock evolves, I'll make you pay!"

Danyu and Xiaoyao were so terrified by Wanlong's ghostly appearance and the terrifying pressure of the level 58 Crystal Lamp Spirit that they fled like defeated dogs, not even bothering to recall their spirits.

Just as Qi Shu was about to sneak away, Wan Long teleported in front of him like a ghost, pressed him down with one hand, and then grabbed his head.

Qi Shu stammered, his eyes brimming with tears, pleading for mercy.

"Wan... Sister Wanlong! I have no improper thoughts about Master Mozhen! I... I'm just an ordinary streamer passing by... Please spare me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wanlong crushed her phone, the sparks from the shattered screen reflecting her terrifying face.

"Who gave you permission to stream here? Go home and wait for the lawyer's letter! If you do it again, I'll crush your electric frog!"

"Quack! Unova is too scary, I'm never coming back!"

Qishu hugged the trembling electric frog, cried loudly, and ran away, even throwing away the selfie stick.

Finally, the music ended and everyone dispersed, leaving only Wanlong standing alone at the entrance of the venue, with ghostly flames swirling around him and the crystal chandelier spirit hovering behind him, radiating chilling energy fluctuations.

It can truly be said that one woman can hold the pass against ten thousand!

At this moment, Wanlong felt incredibly wonderful; the powerful force of the nine oxen filled her with excitement!
She clenched her fists, her eyes burning with a fierce ambition and a morbid love, and declared to the empty space ahead.

"That's it... I'll become even stronger! Gain even more power! Until no wildflowers or weeds dare approach my Director Mo anymore! Oh my god!!!"

Yes, everything is moving in a very inspiring direction, but she seems to have forgotten one thing: what is the price of becoming stronger...

(End of this chapter)