An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 304 I'll Fight the Champion? Facing Ardern! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The firelight emanating from the main hall was not the flickering of ordinary flames. Even from a distance of tens of feet, the scorching yet not violent energy fluctuations were already overwhelming, as if a small sun buried deep underground in the desert was awakening.

Mo Zhen squinted his artist eyes, enhanced by the power of the Mewtwo, and could barely make out the outline of the light source.

It was not a chaotic burning flame; its shape resembled a sun totem depicted in an ancient mural. The light was most intense at its core, radiating outwards countless golden-red streams of fire that danced slowly like solar prominences, illuminating the entire enormous hall in every detail. Even the dust floating in the air seemed to transform into golden sprites.

[Wow! Is this the Sun Flame?! It's like the sun itself was plucked from the sky and placed here!]

Xiao Mengzi lay on Mo Zhen's shoulder, her pink, fleshy body trembling slightly from the shock. Her beady eyes reflected the sun on the ground, and she let out a gasp that was almost a groan.

It felt its own dream authority resonating slightly before this sacred flame originating from the source of life.

Zi Yu subconsciously grabbed Xiao Huolong's limp tail beside her, her amethyst-like eyes wide open, and she murmured.

"So...so beautiful...and it feels so warm, just like a milk dragon's belly..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but rub against Xiao Huolong's fat belly again.

Dan Yu crossed her arms, a strange light flashing in her golden vertical pupils. The restless dragon blood within her seemed to have calmed down somewhat under the light of the sacred fire.

But she was more focused on Mo Zhen. Seeing him staring intently at the sacred flame, a determined smile appeared on her lips, as if the sacred flame was already Mo Zhen's, and Mo Zhen... was hers.

Mingyi exclaimed "Wow!" Her bright, energetic eyes sparkled as she excitedly jumped up and down, holding the hand of Flame Ace Little Red.

"Little Red, look! What a huge and bright fireball! Doesn't it look like the fried egg we ate this morning has grown super big!"

Ace Flame sighed and patted her head, its crimson eyes fixed intently on the sacred flame, sensing the terrifying energy it contained.

The sage Joges's long, snow-white beard fluttered slightly in the heat. He held a wooden staff, his brow furrowed, and his cloudy eyes were filled with the bewilderment and excitement of a scholar encountering an unsolvable problem.

"Such immense... such pure solar power... this is no ordinary flame, but a manifestation of rules, a embodiment of totems! Ordinary containers would probably burn upon contact with it, how... how can this be collected, how can it be preserved?!"

The Plasma Knights behind him exchanged bewildered glances, clearly unprepared for such a divine artifact.

Just as everyone was immersed in the magnificent spectacle of the sacred fire, Mo Zhen's gaze instantly pierced through the dazzling golden halo and locked onto several figures in the center of the hall, directly below the sacred fire totem.

There stood a tall, imposing old man, as large as a small mountain.

He sported a flamboyant, fiery red afro, resembling the wings of a fire moth, and his rugged face exuded the vicissitudes of time and the majesty of a tribal chief.

He wore the priest's robe, a symbol of the highest power in the Holy Sun Tribe, but around his neck hung two heavy strings of modern Poké Balls that reflected dazzling spots of light under the glow of the sacred fire.

This man is none other than the chieftain of the Holy Sun Tribe, the champion of the Union – Adek!

Beside Adek stood his grandson, Gustav.

The red-haired, spiky boy had changed into a relatively formal tribal outfit. His face was filled with pride and excitement as he looked at his grandfather and the sacred fire with reverence.

The third person caused Mo Zhen's pupils to suddenly contract!
That was a young man wearing a striking orange jacket, with a faint, disgusting smirk on his lips. He was none other than the death photographer, Xiu Di, who had once threatened to take his life at the railway construction site in Qibao City!

The giant red spirit following Xiu Di was none other than the previously absent Dharma Baboon Overlord.

This Dharma baboon was far larger than its kind, resembling a giant, crimson rock, clearly having been subdued by the Emperor Xiu and replenishing his depleted forces.

"Hold……"

The moment Mo Zhen saw this combination, his fervor for finding the strange fire vanished.

The arrival of the veteran champion Adek was already a huge problem, and he was accompanied by Xiu Di, a treacherous man with whom he had a life-or-death feud!

This is the worst thing that could happen!
He quickly scanned his surroundings, his brain racing, calculating the success rates of various options, including forcibly seizing the property, negotiating, or even running away immediately.

Xiao Mengzi was terrified, grabbing Mo Zhen's hair tightly and letting out a pig-like scream, her pink body trembling like a leaf.

【Quack! Lord Mo Zhen! It's that pervert who took the funeral photos! And that old champion native! They're finished! Our numbers aren't enough to fill their teeth! Time to run, it's not too late! 】

As Mo Zhen's mind raced, weighing the pros and cons, the ceremony in the center of the hall continued solemnly.

Adeq raised his hands high, palms facing the sky, and chanted a eulogy in an ancient and desolate language with a unique rhythm.

"Great Spirit of the Sun, embodiment of the ancestral will! Please accept this loyal servant, who once carried your glory, traversing the four directions to sow the seeds of fire and life. Now, its body has returned to dust, and its soul yearns to return to your embrace. May its will and power merge into this eternal sacred fire, continuing to illuminate the path of my Holy Sun Tribe, and protecting your people until the end of time..."

As he chanted, he carefully lifted a large but slightly dull-colored fire moth with some damage to the edges of its wings from the ground.

It floated silently in mid-air, devoid of all life, like a beautiful specimen.

Although Volcarona is one of the few prominent Bug-type Pokémon and can be considered an Apple Pokémon, its lifespan is still too limited compared to Dragon-type Pokémon, which can live for hundreds of years.

A deep sorrow and reluctance flashed in Adek's eyes, but he did not hesitate at all. With a gentle push of his hands, the remains of the fire moth slowly floated toward the sacred fire of the sun totem.

The fire moth's body did not burn upon contact with the sacred flame. Instead, it melted away like ice and snow, transforming into countless shimmering ruby-like points of light, which were then devoured and absorbed by the intense light at the center of the totem.

Immediately afterward, as if in response to Adek's prayer, the sacred fire, which resembled a sun totem, rippled slightly, from which two much smaller golden-red streams of fire separated. As if they were alive, one stream landed precisely on the burning insect beside Gua Shilang, whose eyes were filled with longing, while the other stream shot straight at the silent, rock-solid overlord Damo baboon beside Xiu Di!

"Roar--!!!"

As the sacred flames enveloped the guava's burning insects, it let out a cry that was both incredibly pleasant and tinged with pain.

Its enormous white body was completely enveloped in pure golden-red light, forming a dazzling cocoon of light.

The cocoon of light expanded and contracted violently, as if something was struggling to break free inside!
The powerful energy fluctuations spread outwards like a tide, even forcing Mo Zhen and the others to involuntarily take a half step back.

"Click..."

A crisp cracking sound rang out, and the first crack appeared on the cocoon of light, which then spread rapidly like a chain reaction!
The next moment, the cocoon of light exploded, and countless golden and red light fragments scattered like fireworks. A tall and elegant figure unfolded in the light!
Three pairs of enormous wings, like the most luxurious silk, slowly unfurled. On those wings were brilliant red markings like sunspots, and the edges burned with an inextinguishable golden flame!
At this moment, with the help of the sacred fire of the sun, the burning insect transcended its long growth cycle and evolved into the legendary fire moth, the embodiment of the sun!

The newly born fire moth let out a clear, melodious chirp, its wings fluttering gently, scattering countless warm, golden phosphorescent particles. The temperature of the entire hall seemed to rise slightly, filled with a sacred and powerful life force. Meanwhile, the overlord of the Cultivation Emperor, the Dharma Baboon, did not undergo any physical change after absorbing the holy fire stream.

But its eyes, which were originally half-open, suddenly snapped open, and a terrifying aura far more violent than before erupted, causing the rocky ground beneath its feet to even begin to turn slightly red!
Mo Zhen's artist's eyes were fixed on the scene of the Burning Bug evolving and the Daruma Baboon strengthening, as if data streams were frantically flowing through the depths of his pupils.

After absorbing the power of the sacred fire, the burning insect suddenly rose to level 54, 5 levels away from the legal evolution level of 59, but still managed to complete the evolution.

After absorbing the flames, the Dharma Baboon's level skyrocketed by 5 levels, evolving directly from level 52 to level 57!
Mo Zhen's eyes lit up immediately. This sacred fire of the sun could not only grant elves the power of evolution to transform on the spot, but could even directly enhance the foundation of a dominant elf.

If he could receive the baptism of this sacred fire, why would Xiao Huolong have to worry about not being able to rebuild his foundation and reach new heights?

The thought that his loyal canned yellow peaches might regain their former glory made Mo Zhen feel a surge of heat rush to his head, and even his breathing became heavier.

The sun totem on the ground had become something he had to seize.

Just as Mo Zhen was filled with emotion, Adek slowly turned around, his massive, mountain-like body casting a huge shadow in the light of the sacred fire.

His rugged face was now filled with solemnity and displeasure. His deep eyes swept over Mo Zhen and his group like a hawk, finally settling on Mo Zhen, who was at the head of the group.

"Intruders, this is the sacred ground where my Holy Sun Tribe has worshipped the spirit of the sun for generations, bearing the will and glory of our ancestors! Those who are not of our kind, leave immediately, or you will be blaspheming the gods, and don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it contained the mental pressure unique to champion-level trainers, like an invisible boulder pressing down on everyone's hearts.

"Uncle Aldeck! How dare you mention the glory of our ancestors?!"

Before Adek could finish speaking, a tearful and angry shout instantly broke the heavy atmosphere.

Alice dashed out from behind Mo Zhen, her fists clenched, her wheat-colored skin flushed with excitement.

“I saw it all in Flying Cloud City! You were hanging those Poké Balls that enslave Pokémon, groveling before the League! You have betrayed the Way of Nature, betrayed the teachings of the Ancestral Spirits! What difference is there between you and those invaders who destroy forests and enslave Pokémon?! You are not worthy to stand before the Holy Flame of the Sun, not worthy to call yourself the chieftain of the Holy Sun Tribe!”

Her voice trembled, and her two dark purple ponytails almost stood on end, like an enraged young dragon baring its tender fangs at its once-respected elder.

Faced with Alice's tearful accusations, Adek's grim expression softened slightly, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

He sighed deeply, a sigh that seemed to bear the weight of the tribe's rise and fall over hundreds of years.

"Alice... my dear child, you are still so naive, so attached to ancient ancestral teachings. The tide of time rolls forward, unstoppable by human power. The landscape of the Union has already been turned upside down. To remain stagnant will only cause the Holy Sun Tribe to disappear completely into the long river of history, like those ancient cities buried by the yellow sand."

"Embracing change and cooperating with the alliance is to ensure the better survival of our people and to allow our culture to continue in another form... This is not betrayal, but another form of protection. Believe me, my child, one day, your Dragon Land will make the same choice; this is the inevitable trend."

Just as Adek was trying to move people with his emotions, Xiu Di, who was standing to his side and behind him, twitched uncontrollably on his handsome face the moment he saw Mo Zhen.

The humiliation and hatred of being publicly humiliated at the railway construction site in Qibao City, where his ace Pokémon, Fatdo, was blasted to smithereens, instantly erupted within him.

He was on a mission from League President Bynd, not only to assist Adek in completing the ceremony, but also to assess and find a way to bring the powerful natural force of the Sunfire under the League's control.

The emergence of Mo Zhen, this variable, is undoubtedly the most troublesome obstacle in the plan, not to mention that there is an irreconcilable blood feud between him and this bastard in the red suit!
A murderous intent surged within Xiu Di's chest. He could no longer restrain himself, and he took a sudden step forward, pointing at Mo Zhen, shattering the calm atmosphere that Adek had tried to create.

"Chief Adek! What's the point of talking to these stubborn fools?! Especially this Mo Zhen in the red suit! He's a wanted criminal by the Alliance, a cancer that's undermining the stability of the Union! His presence here must be to steal the Holy Flame! As an Alliance special envoy, I order you to immediately capture them all and execute them on the spot!"

The Emperor's stern command made Adek frown, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face beneath his red hair.

As the tribal chief, he had his own authority and principles, and he did not like being bossed around like that.

Adek raised a hand, signaling Xiu Di to calm down. He then turned his gaze back to Mo Zhen, his tone still firm but carrying a hint of final admonition.

“Young artist, I have heard of your deeds. ‘Battle Through the Spirits’ is a good book. The spirit of helping the weak and fighting against the strong and the indomitable is moving. But the Sacred Flame is a sacred object of our race and cannot be lost. I am old and weary of pointless fighting. If you are willing to turn around and leave now, I can pretend that nothing happened. This is my final warning. Do not force me to take action.”

Mo Zhen was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that this old man had also read his novel. It seemed that the other party was indeed a progressive member among the Native Americans.

"Grandpa! Why waste your breath talking to them!"

Beside Adek, the red-haired, spiky guava could no longer contain himself. He swung his fists forcefully, his face filled with eager excitement, his eyes fixed intently on Xiao Huolong beside Mo Zhen.

"Mo Zhen! Your yellow-skinned lizard seems to have gotten quite fat! I was careless last time, but this time, with the protection of the Sun Spirit, my Volcarona has just evolved. I'm determined to defeat you fair and square and avenge my defeat!"

But then he changed the subject, scratching his spiky, fiery-like head, a look of simple gratitude on his face.

"Of course, I still have to thank you for the land deed... Amigo! Although the process was a bit strange, the Alliance eventually recognized our ownership of that land. Fighting aside, I, Gua Shilang, will remember this favor!"

Upon hearing Fan Shilang's words, Mo Zhen felt a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

He originally intended to teach that fool a lesson with a piece of waste paper, to show him the power of capitalism. Unexpectedly, by a twist of fate, he ended up providing a perfect cover for the old man Adek's deal with the Alliance, allowing the Alliance to legally grant the land to the Holy Sun Tribe.

Mo Zhen's extraordinary wisdom began to work, pondering how to fool Old Dirk Aldeck.

Before Mo Zhen's mind, brimming with extraordinary wisdom, could even come up with a solution, the Plasma Team sage, Joggs, could no longer tolerate the sight of them going along with the corrupt practices.

He slammed his jeweled wooden staff heavily on the ground, his long, snow-white beard trembling slightly with excitement, and his shouts echoed throughout the entire hall.

"Enough! Alder! And you, the Alliance's lackeys! Look at you! You keep talking about fighting for the Horde, for survival, but your souls have long been corrupted by the Alliance's sugar-coated bullets, turning you into their accomplices and lackeys who bind the Pokémon's freedom! You wear cold Poké Balls, trample on the ancient covenant, what right do you have to wield this sacred flame that symbolizes life and freedom?! This sacred flame should be kept by true liberators like Team Plasma, and must never be left in the hands of you degenerate traitors, defiling its sanctity!"

“The wise man Joges is right!”

Alice immediately echoed loudly, her confidence soaring after she had just subdued the tyrant thug.

She patted her new companion's head, which was covered by a tattered headscarf, and her amber dragon eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit.

"Uncle Adek, since you remain obstinate, then only a battle can decide this! I will use these fists to wake you up and defend the true glory of the ancestral spirits! Today, I, Alice, will challenge you right here!"

Seeing Alder grip the Poké Ball tightly, Morden sighed in relief, realizing that this time he was truly going to "fight for the Champion!"

(End of this chapter)