An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 279 He didn't even arrive on the battlefield immediately.
(This chapter pays homage to the legendary prison lord Satoru 2.5. If you don't understand the reference, you can search for chapter 236 of the manga Jujutsu Kaisen.)
The bustling Pokémon Center is bathed in warm, healing light, and the air is filled with the refreshing scent of Healing Potion and Orange Berry.

Two dragon-like creatures—the scarlet Guleton and the silver-gray Aluminum Bridge Dragon—sat side by side on a bench in the waiting area, their postures as relaxed as if they had just finished a light morning workout.

Therefore, Leighton scratched the flame-like mane on his neck with his paw, turned his head, and asked in a somewhat familiar tone.

"So, how about that King of the Sky and Wind?"

The massive head of the aluminum-steel bridge dragon, constructed from precision alloys, slightly raised, emitting a deep sigh with a metallic resonance. A hint of reminiscence and emotion appeared in its electronic eyes, which resembled searchlights.

"Truly incredible! It's not just the sheer volume of energy, but even more terrifying is the control over the very laws governing 'wind' and 'space.' And..."

It paused, and its huge, arch-shaped arms rose slightly, as if simulating some kind of trajectory.

"I feel like it hasn't even used its full strength yet!"

It extended its other enormous metal claw, clenched its fist tightly, and the metal clanged together with a crisp sound.

"That was really fun..."

The sound of the aluminum-steel bridge dragon carried a complex emotion of satisfaction mixed with a faint regret.

"I'm sorry I couldn't get Odin to use his full strength..."

Its tone was calm, yet it seemed to contain endless meaning, as if it was regretting that a peak duel had not truly reached each other's limits.

On the other side, Lu Mingfei, whose body was covered in wounds and was being soothed by the healing waves of the Happy Egg, twitched her ears slightly when she heard the conversation between the two.

It gazed at the soft light emanating from the Pokémon Center ceiling and murmured to itself.

“I once... asked Lao Da... during the revival match, if you want to become a new version of yourself, go north... if you want to return to your former self, go south…”

Its eyes were somewhat unfocused, and its waveguide power rippled slightly, as if it were pondering philosophical questions about the essence of existence.

The next moment, the scene abruptly shifted back to reality.

"What...what happened?!"

Zi Yu's face, which had relaxed slightly due to the reversal of the battle, instantly lost all color, as if frozen by frost.

Her large, amethyst-like eyes widened in shock, her pupils contracting violently with extreme horror. Her slender fingers trembled as she pointed towards the center of the battlefield. Her voice was shrill and almost cracked as she cried out to Du Ruo beside her.

Duro Gattuso, the dragon-blooded nobleman known for his frivolous and elegant demeanor, had his languid and confident expression completely crumble at this moment.

His handsome face was stiff, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, even wetting his carefully groomed sideburns.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could only let out meaningless exhales. His eyes, which always looked at the world with a hint of mockery, were now filled with unprecedented shock, bewilderment, and a trace of...unbelievable fear.

He was completely speechless; the scene before him surpassed all his knowledge and understanding of Pokémon battles.

Ahead, the aluminum-steel bridge dragon, which had stood firm like an ancient rock, resisting the onslaught of wind blades, still stood like a statue on the broken bridge surface, its lower half gleaming with a cold, hard metallic luster.

The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and the complex internal mechanical structure and flickering energy lines were vaguely visible, as if it had been cut off instantly by some incomprehensible extreme sharpness.

His upper body was severed at the waist and collapsed heavily to the ground!

The massive head of the aluminum-steel bridge dragon was tilted to the side. Its once bright electronic eyes were now glazed over, becoming hazy and empty, as if it had lost all focus. Only occasionally, a faint arc of electricity would jump at the broken neck, proving that it had not completely gone offline.

However, the silver-gray alloy armor had lost its luster, as if covered with a layer of deathly ash.

Mo Zhen's gaze was more solemn than ever before, and in his [Artist's Eyes], which had been enhanced by the power of Mewtwo, the data stream was refreshing at an unprecedented speed.

In that very instant, even his senses barely managed to capture the entire process.

It wasn't that the speed was too fast, but rather that the attack method... seemed to skip the concept of "process" and go directly from "cause" to "effect".

His red suit jacket fluttered even without wind, and he exuded an aura of extreme vigilance.

Xiao Mengzi was so frightened that she shrank into his collar, unable to even squeal, and could only tremble.

Just when everyone thought that the Aluminum Steel Bridge Dragon was invincible due to its [Endurance] characteristic, and that even the wind blades of the Tornado Cloud could no longer shake it in the slightest...

Tornado Cloud Odin, a figure suspended high in the sky like a storm god, casually waved its giant claw, formed from pure wind element, towards the direction of the Aluminum Steel Bridge Dragon.

There was no earth-shattering force, and not even any visible slashing wave.

However, in the next instant, the towering body of the aluminum-steel bridge dragon, which had been reinforced by [composite metal] and stacked to 13000 points of defense, and was theoretically immune to all the current tornado cloud's attack modes, was as if it had encountered a cutting from another dimension, and its entire body was split in two without any resistance.

Within the realm of [Boundless Wind], there was a deathly silence, with only the howling of the wind remaining.

High in the sky, the giant eyes formed by the storm vortex of Tornado Cloud Odin looked down at the aluminum steel bridge dragon that had been cut in half below, like a god. His indifferent voice rang out again, with a calm that was almost appreciative.

[This is truly delightful, the aluminum-steel bridge...]

The Eye of the Storm narrowed slightly. The fury and contempt in that giant eye, formed by the storm's vortex, had vanished, as if it were commemorating this moment.

I'll probably never forget you in this lifetime.

The entire [Boundless Wind] domain was so silent that only the howling of the storm itself could be heard.

Zi Yu's large, amethyst-like eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks. "No...it can't be...how could this be..."

In her simplistic worldview, the aluminum-steel bridge dragon with its defenses stacked to the limit should have been invincible. The scene before her eyes shattered all her understanding and courage.

The signature languor and cynicism on Duro Gattuso's face had vanished. Having always relied on family resources and his "early-developed" skills to have a smooth life, he was experiencing for the first time the helplessness of facing absolute power.

The burning fighting spirit in Dan Yu's golden eyes dimmed considerably in an instant. She pursed her red lips tightly, and the faint dragon scale patterns on the edges of her cheeks seemed to freeze due to this sudden change.

Therefore, with Leighton's fate unknown after falling into the sea, and now this seemingly strongest reinforcement being instantly wiped out, even with her Blood Explosion activated, a huge shadow is rising in her heart.

"What...what kind of power is this?"

Data streams flashed wildly in Mo Zhen's [Artist's Eyes] as he tried to analyze the mystery of the attack, but ultimately came to a conclusion that sank him to the bottom.

"It's not a matter of energy intensity... it's about the rules... it's about the crushing power of authority! That attack completely ignored the physical defense laws that the aluminum-steel bridge dragon had pushed to its limit!"

[So sweet...so sweet...]

Xiao Mengzi was utterly terrified. Her pink, fleshy body huddled inside Mo Zhen's collar, trembling violently. Even her pig-like squeals turned into intermittent whimpers.

【We're finished... Utterly finished... This power... It's not even on the same level... We're all going to die... We'll all be finely chopped into mincemeat!!!】

However, what no one expected was...

At that moment, Tornado Cloud Odin was playing a winning hand terribly and was in a state of panic, wondering whether he should run away, when he heard a whisper in his ear that was incredibly dark, as if from the depths of the warp.

[Heh heh heh... Odin, the king of the sky and the wind? This is... utterly outrageous.]

The voice, filled with undisguised mockery and a hint of greed, made Long Juanyun tremble with fear.

[As a veteran legendary Pokémon possessing divine status, how could it be forced into such a predicament by a mere mortal Pokémon built on advanced technology? Even with its domain activated, it couldn't break through? If word got out, and that white bitch Reshiram or that black-skinned profiteer Zekrom found out, how would you ever face anyone in the legendary Pokémon community again? You'd lose face in the entire Distortion World!]

The giant eye formed by the swirling storm vortex of the tornado cloud Odin suddenly paused, and even the raging winds subsided slightly.

It instantly recognized the owner of the voice—the spatial dragon Palukia, who spent his days hiding in the cracks of space, screwing in screws and being a master of calculation!

This guy had been secretly watching the battlefield all along, and he even chose to show up when he was at his most vulnerable!
"So, Odin? How about a trade?"

Palukia's voice was full of allure, like a warden hawking his wares in the warp.

[I can lend you a bit of my authority to instantly eliminate this mortal and restore your dignity as the King of the Sky. The price... hehe, it's nothing to you; you can pay it back slowly later.]

Tornado was torn by internal conflict. It knew that Palkia was a well-known purebred legendary dog ​​Pokémon, and trading with it would be like asking a tiger for its skin. It would inevitably be ripped off afterward, and might even have to sign some unequal treaty.

But... if we don't accept it, are we really going to just stand there and watch the aluminum-steel bridge dragon continue to stand there while we are helpless and eventually have to slink away?

The thought of Palkia, that troublemaker, surely recording the entire process of his humiliation today a hundred thousand times and sending it to every Pokémon in the world, from Rayquaza to Caterpie... made Tornado feel suffocated.

For these divine beasts who rely on faith, reverence, and prestige to maintain their divine status, this is not just a matter of losing face, but will directly shake the foundation of their divine power, so they have no way out!

[Okay! Deal!]

Tornado Odin practically gritted his teeth as he squeezed out those two words from the heart of the storm.

The sense of shame and the urgency to maintain their divine status outweighed their concerns about the subsequent costs.

In an instant, a subtle yet powerful spatial fluctuation, like an invisible ripple, quietly spread out from the tornado cloud at its core.

Its enormous head, composed of pure wind elements, seemed to have been forcibly stuffed with a piece of knowledge and power that did not belong to it.

A rudimentary form of a technique containing supreme spatial mysteries, capable of tearing dimensions and severing cause and effect, was clearly imprinted in its consciousness.

That's Palkia's signature move, a skill that transcends ordinary elemental attacks and contains spatial laws...

【Sub-Void Slash】！！！
The next moment, following the mysterious feeling in its mind, as if inspired, the tornado cloud casually swung its huge storm claws towards the aluminum steel bridge dragon.

There was no earth-shattering energy convergence, no ear-piercing sound of air being torn apart, and not even any visible slashing trajectory.

But the instant it swung its claws, the space where the aluminum-steel bridge dragon was located seemed to turn into a thin sheet of paper that had been sliced ​​by an invisible blade, leaving a crack so subtle it was almost imperceptible, yet it pierced through reality and the void!
Yes, although the Aluminum Steel Bridge Dragon's physical defense is increased to 13000 points, making it almost invincible, the [Sub-Void Slash] is a [Special Attack] in every sense of the word. It cuts through the concept of "space" itself, completely ignoring any physical defense laws!
The incredibly ingenious armor of the aluminum-steel bridge dragon was as fragile as if it didn't exist in the face of spatial fracture!
After the tornado unleashed this game-changing blow, the mysterious feeling of controlling space and cutting everything immediately receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace.

It was clear that Palukia had precisely reclaimed the authority it had lent it, fearing that if the old thing spent even a second longer experiencing it, it might discover some spatial mystery.

At this very moment, Tornado Cloud, who was putting on airs and maintaining the aloof demeanor of the King of the Sky, was actually experiencing a sharp, throbbing heartache.

It knew that Palkia would never do a losing business. The "spatial authority experience card" it had just used would probably require a huge amount of faith power, or even a portion of the wind law, to repay it. It was definitely going to be ripped off by Palkia and would have to work for Palkia for a long time to come.

But no matter what, it had finally regained its dignity. At least for now, it maintained its majesty as the king of the sky and wind, and slew that wretched mortal spirit!
Its stormy eye swept over the desperate crowd below, a twisted sense of pleasure rising within it.

Just as Tornado Cloud was basking in the false sense of victory, preparing to deliver a victory speech and savor the despair of its opponent...

A dark blue figure, imbued with an indomitable wave guide and a deeper, darker aura, burst forth from beneath the surging sea beneath the bridge like a vengeful meteor tearing through the night sky. With a speed exceeding the limits of the naked eye, it fiercely charged back to the shattered bridge surface!

Without even a moment's mourning for the death of the Aluminum Steel Bridge Dragon, the one who immediately arrived on the battlefield was—the God of Sit-ups, Luca Mingfei!
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