Pokémon: Arcanine (Fire/Rock)
Level: 97
Potential: Purple
Ability: Flash Fire
Held Item: Golden Fire Stone
Gender: Male
Moves: Leer, Ember, Howl, Bite, Flame Wheel, Helping Hand, Agility, Extreme Speed, Take Down, Flamethrower, Flare Blitz, Fire Fang, Power Gem, Snarl, Roar, Crunch, Retaliate, Reversal, Rock Slide, Raging Fury, Rock throw
TMs: None
Egg Moves: Morning Sun, Thrash, Double Kick, Double-Edge, Head Smash
Note: Blessed by Arceus, it has obtained the King Form.
Note: King Form—In this form, it cannot be captured. The power of Fire-type and Rock-type moves is increased by 100%, damage taken is reduced by 50%, and it is immune to all negative status conditions.
Note: When holding the Golden Fire Stone, there is a 1% chance for Fire- or Rock-type moves to deal 10× damage (can trigger once every 24 hours).
Note: After soaking in the Terraflux Magma, its Fire-type essence has been purified—physical strength increased by 2 to 5×, Fire-type moves power increased by 50%, Burn chance raised to 100%, and Water-type damage is reduced by 40%.
Note: Within the Molten Arena, Arcanine recovers 10% of its stamina per minute. All Pokémon except Fire-types, First-class Legendaries, and Gold-grade Potential suffer a reduction in strength (Champion-level reduced by 20%, Pseudo-Champion by 50%, Elite by 90%).
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As he looked at the information fed back by his Probing Eyes, Julian's gaze toward that foul-mouthed Arcanine completely changed.
These luxurious stats were absurdly stacked—almost unreal.
Even its held item was an Ultimate treasure-grade item, and it could actually trigger 10× damage.
What did 10× damage mean?
If it actually triggered, a single Flamethrower might even injure Metagross—and not just lightly.
Sure, the probability was only 1%, which sounded low—but that depended on the opponent.
If the opponent was 'him', then based on his notoriously bad luck, Julian felt that this "1%" might as well be 100%. The chance of it triggering was just way too high against him.
An item like the Golden Fire Stone made his eyes burn with desire.
That "10× damage" wasn't just a simple multiplication—it could cause a qualitative leap in destructive power.
If this Arcanine was at the peak of Champion-level, it might even be able to injure an early-stage First-class Legendary with the help of that item.
The key point was that this Golden Fire Stone matched Arcanine's attributes perfectly. Julian couldn't help but think—was this guy another "chosen one" like Gengar?
And on top of that, it had already soaked in the Terraflux Magma, though that part didn't surprise Julian at all. After all, the magma was right here in the Molten Arena, completely out in the open.
As the ruler of this place, if Arcanine hadn't discovered it, that would've been downright ridiculous.
Plus, the King Form alone was already absurdly powerful.
Compared to the Kleavor and Lilligant Julian had encountered before, this Arcanine was even receiving additional buffs from the Molten Arena itself.
Those two hadn't gotten any environmental boost.
From this alone, it was clear—this Arcanine was something special.
With the Molten Arena's enhancement, it recovered 10% of its stamina every minute, giving it terrifying endurance.
If it couldn't be heavily injured in one go, then the longer the battle dragged on, the more advantageous it would become for Arcanine.
And within this arena, aside from Fire-types, First-class Legendaries, and Gold-grade Potential Pokémon, all others would have their strength suppressed to varying degrees.
At the same time, this Arcanine was already extremely powerful in its own right—Level 97, which put it at the late-stage Champion-level.
Combined with its Ultimate treasure-grade held item, King Form, and the Molten Arena's boost, its combat power absolutely reached peak Champion-level, and not just any ordinary peak Champion at that.
"Believe it or not, I can bite your neck off in one go."
The golden Arcanine bared its sharp fangs at Moltres. This bird was just too good at throwing insults—it was starting to lose the verbal battle.
It couldn't even figure out where Moltres had learned such advanced trash talk.
Moltres scoffed, "Bite my neck off? You think you can? With those teeth, you'd struggle just chewing wood."
Julian: 'It actually can bite your neck off…'
Moltres wasn't weak—but against an opponent with higher level, stronger items, and environmental advantage, it would definitely be at a disadvantage.
The golden Arcanine was now completely enraged and lunged at Moltres—but in the next moment, Julian's Arcanine slammed into it and knocked it aside.
"What are you doing, you dumb dog?" The golden Arcanine looked at Julian's Arcanine with confusion.
"You're the dumb dog." Julian's Arcanine snapped back first, then added, "If anyone's biting that stupid bird's neck, it'll be me—what makes you think it's your turn?"
"You dumb dog—you're not even a Champion yet. What are you running your mouth for?"
The golden Arcanine was angered to the point of amusement, looking at Julian's Arcanine with utter disdain.
"Once I soak in that, I will be."
Arcanine pointed a paw at the Terraflux Magma. It knew that as long as it soaked in it, it could break through its bottleneck and become a Champion-level Pokémon.
Then it would see how this stupid bird dared to act smug in front of it.
"That's mine, you mutt. And I don't agree."
The golden Arcanine was furious—this guy was shamelessly treating its treasure like it belonged to him.
"Who said it's yours? It belongs to my trainer now."
Arcanine proudly walked over to Julian, clearly declaring ownership on his behalf, as if to say: 'This is my trainer's now—you've got nothing to do with it.'
"I'll bite both you and that stupid bird!"
The golden Arcanine was exploding with rage. For the first time, it felt that dogs could be this annoying—though that bird was still even worse.
Julian quickly grabbed Moltres before it could open its mouth again, signaling that he too wanted to say a few words.
"Doggo, you—"
"Arf!"
Arcanine: "Master, you can't call it 'doggo'!"
His Arcanine protested—"doggo" was an affectionate nickname meant only for itself.
"Arf!"
Golden Arcanine: "Who are you calling 'doggo'? Are we that familiar? Call me Your Majesty!"
…Seriously.
Julian took a deep breath. The Arcanine in front of him was troublesome—and his own Arcanine wasn't any better.
Calling the other one Doggo was just Julian saying it out of habit. As for calling it "Your Majesty"—this dog really had some nerve.
"Arcanine, let's have a battle. If I win, the right to use this Terraflux magma belongs to me."
"If I lose… how about this?"
As he spoke, Julian took out a one-meter-long chew toy from his system space.
"Arf!"
Seeing it, Julian's Arcanine immediately panicked: "Master, that's my toy! That's mine—you can't give it to this dumb dog!"
A lot of canine Pokémon loved having something to gnaw on in their mouths. If they didn't, they'd feel like something was missing, and then some would start chewing up sofas and furniture.
The golden Arcanine had lived its entire life in the secret realm—when had it ever seen something like a chew toy?
But instinctively, the moment it saw it, its first thought was:
'That thing must feel amazing to bite.'
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