The rising icicle spears approaching Flygon's perimeter were instantaneously shattered into harmless, structural fragments by the deep concussive kinetic frequency of the earth ripples.
"Froslass, shut down their trajectory—Blizzard!"
Froslass unhinged its frozen jaw, projecting a towering, ice-blue column of absolute-zero energy straight toward Flygon's coordinates.
"Flygon, match their output—Dragon Pulse!"
Flygon unhinged its own jaw, launching a magnificent, gold-tinted draconic avatar that roared down the center axis.
The two high-caliber elemental streams collided head-on, throwing up a spectacular curtain of golden and ice-blue friction sparks that blanketed the floorboards.
Sustained by its optimized conditioning, Flygon's stamina banks remained exceptionally dense; it beat its wings with intense velocity, maintaining absolute mobility across the upper airspace.
Froslass, conversely, displayed noticeble instability across its float-alignment, its motor loops suffering severe analytical drag after spending the bulk of its energy reserves to parry the previous cascades.
"Froslass, exploit the narrow operational threshold—unseal Destiny Bond!"
The ice phantom immediately dissolved its physical form into thousands of independent, shifting shadow fragments, aggressively compressing the coordinate space to wrap around Flygon's chassis.
"Flygon, clear the board—Dig!"
Flygon shifted its weight into a sharp, 90-degree vertical dive, boring clean through the reinforced concrete arena floorboards within milliseconds.
A massive, bottomless impact crater fractured open dead-center of the field.
A fraction of a second later, thousands of independent, heavy stone blocks and unrefined mineral chunks violently erupted from the sub-soil layer, rocketing through the airspace at extreme velocity to systematically smash and disrupt the incoming shadow threads.
Forced out of its displacement matrix by the kinetic debris, the phantoms re-converged to manifest Froslass's authentic body.
"Now, Flygon! Execute—Earthquake!"
The entire arena floor fractured into deep, bottomless geometric chasms. Following a cataclysmic, full-scale seismic tremor that sent shockwaves vibrating through the stadium rafters, Froslass's lifeforce index bottomed out completely, its frozen hull collapsing limply onto the broken stone.
"Exceptional coverage, Elite Shauntal. The ledger is closed," Feng Che stated calmly, smoothly clipping his capsule to recall his desert dragon.
"You..."
Shauntal gritted her teeth, her literary composure slipping. The cool, tranquil, easy smile plastered across Feng Che's face triggered a sharp spike in her nervous system, giving her a profound psychological urge to step onto the turf and manually punch the teenager.
Monitoring the boiling competitive friction fracturing the tier, Champion Alder let out a highly satisfied, rustic chuckle behind his interlocked fingers.
Clash, you arrogant brats... expand the friction until your factions are thoroughly broken.
The high four can never maintain institutional unity. So long as my office coordinates these low-tier internal contradictions, my seat remains entirely unassailable.
However... what data loop is driving Caitlin and Grimsley to display such a sharp, uncompromised level of professional deference toward this Feng Che?
Does his profile house a critical strategic variable that bypassed my intelligence desk?
Alder's internal monologue was laced with deep calculations, though his rustic old-man face remained a picture of simple-minded joy.
Had the Unova Elite Four maintained a unified administrative alignment, his executive authority would have been completely hollowed out by their combined influence; he programmatically required their relationship matrix to remain as chaotic and fractured as possible to preserve his leverage.
In the historical timeline, he could rely on his absolute, apex Champion-tier combat metrics to violently suppress any insubordination across the lower tiers.
But during his past clandestine campaign against the Sovereign of Team Plasma, his core partners had sustained severe, irreversible cellular micro-tears and internal neurological traumas that defied modern medical restoration.
How under heaven did that boy N manage to assemble an engine of destruction of that caliber?
Alder tightly clenched his fist beneath his linen cloak, the thick veins along his knuckles bursting with intense pressure as his mind involuntarily replayed the logistical failure of his match against N.
"Let us rotate the stable. Grace the stage, Chandelure!" Shauntal barked, deploying her secondary asset.
Chandelure materialized with an elegant, ghostly drift, its physical profile meticulously mirroring a magnificent, multi-tiered antique iron chandelier.
It possessed a perfectly circular, pale-blue cranial chassis detailed with dark longitudinal stripes, inside of which two large, pupil-less golden optical sensors strobed with an eerie luminescence.
Cresting its upper crown was a sharp, stylized black spike that anchored a towering, high-velocity violet plasma flame. Suspended below its lower rim was a heavy iron burner frame, supporting a pair of curled, scrolling black arm-assemblies that terminated in four independent, burning clusters of violet fire.
The phantom systematically fanned and rotated the violet flames across its arms to manipulate the target's cognitive faculties, triggering high-potency Hypnosis loops.
The exotic fire wrapping its chassis abstained from scorching physical cell walls; its thermal metrics were engineered explicitly to burn and evaporate the authentic soul-essence of the target. By absorbing and siphoning the residual spiritual data of living beings, it fueled its own internal furnace.
"An apex ghost-fire engine... Under these parameters, your specific torque represents the absolute solution. Step up, Rampardos!"
Feng Che smoothly cast an unvarnished heavy sphere, deploying his gargantuan dinosaur onto the fractured stone.
Since its initial containment within his greenhouses, this specific Rampardos had received minimal formal battlefield training.
However, because its biological framework had been manually engineered and re-stitched under the supreme, reality-warping currents of the Primal Dark Dialga, this prehistoric overlord commanded an exceptionally terrifying baseline combat index.
The ancient predator split its jaws, displaying rows of razor-sharp, elongated serrated fangs that meticulously mirrored custom-machined hunting daggers. The torque rating of its jaw compression was preposterous—capable of cleanly biting through an industrial-grade steel plate without registering a single micro-fracture across its enamel.
"Maintain absolute tactical tracking, Chandelure. This fossil asset houses an exceptionally deviant power profile," Shauntal instructed, her voice dropping into a serious literary rhythm.
"Clear the workspace—initialize Flamethrower to audit their defensive parameters!"
Chandelure dipped its central crown, launching five independent, interlocking columns of roaring, deep-purple plasma fire straight down the center track.
"Rampardos, block the alignment—Rock Tomb!"
Rampardos slammed its heavy, clawed lower feet onto the concrete floorboards with crushing force. Instantly, multiple layers of massive, reinforced limestone monolith walls tore out of the ground to format a solid defensive vanguard.
The sheer thermal heat of Chandelure's purple Flamethrower was extreme, boring a molten pathway straight through the center axis of the stone walls. However, the residual plasma beam struck dead-center against Rampardos's massive overhanging cranial iron dome, its momentum completely halted by the bone mass.
The skull of a Rampardos was a highly specialized, hyper-dense evolutionary bone outgrowth—commanding a structural hardness that far eclipsed industrial steel alloy, paired with a thermal conductivity index that vastly outperformed standard metals.
Sustaining the direct hit of the ghost-fire lances, the prehistoric titan's iron dome failed to register a single scorched mark or heat deformation; instead, a massive, billowing cloud of white steam exploded from its skull as the thermal friction evaporated the ambient moisture.
"Rampardos, unchain Stone Edge!"
The ancient colossus violently stomped its right lower limb. Thousands of razor-sharp, jagged limestone pillars erupted out of the bedrock, hovering into the airspace where they began spinning with immense rotational velocity.
With a fluid jerk of its head, the stone spikes were launched like a terminal Gatling volley, screaming straight toward Chandelure's coordinates like armor-piercing bullets.
"Chandelure, intercept the trajectory—deploy Fire Spin to lock down the perimeter!"
Faced with a multi-directional projectile grid, Chandelure began spinning its entire chandelier chassis at extreme velocity along its central vertical axis.
A monumental, roaring vortex of deep-purple ghost-fire materialized, forging an absolute thermal wall around its flanks.
The exact millisecond the incoming stone spears penetrated the outer boundaries of the fire vortex, the intense high-heat metrics superheated the mineral structures, converting the rock pillars into loose molten magma that dripped harmlessly onto the arena floorboards.
"Chandelure, scale the combustion metrics! Expand the radius of the Fire Spin!" Shauntal commanded, pressing the offensive.
The chandelier accelerated its internal fuel pumps, causing the purple fire vortex to expand its geometric volume by several multiples within a fraction of a second, aggressively compressing the coordinate space until the flames were within tracking distance of Rampardos's flanks.
"Rampardos, unseal Noble Roar, then flatten their center—Dragon Rush!"
Feng Che instructed calmly, his posture entirely level beneath his cloak.
The prehistoric dinosaur unhinged its serrated jaws, unleashing an earth-shaking, primordial draconic roar. The pure acoustic shockwave carried such immense concussive force that the swirling purple walls of the Fire Spin vortex began violently wavering and buckling, their rotational velocity disrupted.
Concurrently, a torrential, blinding matrix of golden-yellow Dragon Force plasma erupted from Rampardos's internal engine, sheathing its entire muscled body inside a thick, impenetrable suit of draconic armor.
A massive, razor-sharp energetic horn materialized over its cranial dome.
Rampardos lowered its head, digging its massive claws into the bedrock before rocketing forward like a high-velocity locomotive, driving its weight straight through the heart of the purple fire vortex.
FLASH—BOOM!
A blinding flash of concussive energy exploded across the center line. The shattered remnants of the purple fire vortex rained down across the arena like liquid fire, scattering brilliant sparks across every quadrant.
However, using its highly refined spatial awareness, Chandelure had already executed a rapid Phantom Force displacement the exact microsecond Rampardos breached the outer ring, dissolving its physical mass into the shadow layer to escape the linear trajectory.
As the luminance drifted out of the air, Rampardos stood anchored to the center plates, its heavy claws aggressively raking the stone as its tail swished, leaving deep, jagged gouge marks scored into the concrete bedrock.
Under traditional ecological standards, a standard Rampardos variant was heavily dominated by oversized lower limbs paired with remarkably short, vestigial upper arms.
But Feng Che's primeval specimen was a total evolutionary anomaly; its upper arms had undergone an immense muscular rewrite—displaying a physical volume and thickness that comfortably tripled standard biological metrics.
Its long, curved talons anchored a sequence of half-meter-long, dagger-like claw plates that glinted with a chilling, razor-sharp brilliance under the stadium lights.
"Is your station harboring data indicating that Feng Che's Rampardos was secretly sourced from the World League's restricted central breeding reserves?" Caitlin suddenly inquired, her voice dropping into a low telepathic whisper directed toward Grimsley.
Given that Grimsley had shared a training sector with Feng Che during the master camp, she deduced his database would house superior intelligence regarding the boy's assets.
"My tracking files lack a definitive log regarding that parameter," Grimsley answered smoothly, his eyes never leaving the field. "However, the intelligence leaks routed to my console note that during Feng Che's transit vector to report for the master camp, the World League's Sixth Isolated Ecological Reserve—the highly secured Fossil Sanctuary Block—sustained a catastrophic structural breach where an apex prehistoric entity manually smashed the containment walls to execute a mass jailbreak."
"Your own cognitive faculties understand exactly how unprecedentedly rare and highly leveraged a fossil asset commanding an active Dragon attribute registry is across the global markets."