"That was too close. Buzzwole was almost taken down by that Precipice Blades."
"Your Togekiss is truly extraordinary—to manifest Precipice Blades from a mere Metronome!" Insecta praised, her eyes wide with lingering shock.
"Buzzwole, use Power-Up Punch!"
The crimson giant took a massive, localized breath and swung its heavy arm violently against the remaining molten lances. With a single, thunderous punch, the tectonic spires were shattered into flying volcanic debris.
Feng Che noticed a distinct, crimson energy barrier rippling across Buzzwole's exoskeleton. It was this vibrant shroud that protected its massive fists from being incinerated by the residual magma.
"Feng Che, this Buzzwole appears to be tapping into raw emotional energy. I've cataloged this specific phenomenon in past data streams," Mewtwo's voice pulsed telepathically inside his mind. "It is systematically converting its internal fury into physical force, projecting it outward like a Light Screen. This barrier acts as an absolute buffer against elemental friction."
In universal tactical terminology, the Ultra Beast had effectively activated its Fighting Spirit Armor.
"Using emotional energy at that frequency must impose a massive strain on its biological framework," Feng Che deduced. "Once that internal reservoir is drained, the cellular feedback will severely hinder its movement. The transformation cannot be sustained for long."
"All we need to do is maintain a continuous offensive grid and outlast the timer."
Feng Che had encountered specialized energetic variations in combat simulators before; they all shared a fatal design flaw—exponential stamina consumption. Every time a Pokémon tapped into an advanced aura, its cellular structures sustained micro-tears, requiring a significant recovery window before it could compete again.
"Togekiss, use Fairy Wind to secure the terrain!"
"Follow up immediately with Moonblast!"
Togekiss fanned its wings, unleashing a swirling torrent of pink, iridescent currents across the field. The moment the Fairy Wind blanketed the concrete, Buzzwole's posture stiffened; its internal sensors registered that the delicate pink mist was actively destabilizing the frequency of its Fighting Spirit Armor.
A wave of instinctual unease crossed the giant's face.
By successfully locking down the Misty Terrain, Togekiss drastically amplified the baseline power index of its core Fairy-type attributes.
The bird brought its wings together, chirping gleefully as it condensed a brilliant, silver sphere of compressed lunar energy. Above the stadium rafters, a spectacular, radiant moon manifested. Under the intense glare of the silver light, the ambient thermal friction bypassed Buzzwole's barrier entirely, leaving severe superficial burns across its crimson carapace.
"This Togekiss completely counters Buzzwole's mechanical design. I have to force an engagement now!" Insecta calculated frantically. "Buzzwole, Thunder Punch!"
Amplified by its raging fury, the Ultra Beast's velocity and torque metrics scaled exponentially. Its massive fists erupted with thick, crackling columns of golden electricity as it launched its heavy frame across the arena, targeting the bird's altitude.
"Togekiss, Air Slash!"
Blades of compressed air, thin as razor wire, instantly carpeted the sky, raining down upon the oncoming giant like a localized typhoon.
Buzzwole braced its arms, the lightning coiled around its fists roaring like an electric dragon as it systematically smashed the invisible blades into harmless wind pockets. Closing the distance in a flash, it unhinged its serrated probiscis, delivering a brutal, lightning-charged strike straight through the target's core.
Togekiss took the full weight of the discharge, its white frame instantly charring to a crisp before dissolving into a cloud of smoke.
"An afterimage?!"
"No... that was a Substitute! When did it have the spatial window to drop a decoy?" Insecta's eyes darted across the sky, completely unable to track the bird's displacement.
Even Buzzwole halted its offensive cascade, its compound eyes scanning the smoky airspace to relocate its opponent.
"Togekiss, maintain the Air Slash grid!"
High above the rafters, violent air currents began compressing, formatting into a secondary volley of one-meter-long kinetic blades that screamed downward, tearing up the concrete turf and filling the arena with a thick layer of dust.
"I understand now... the silver moon itself is Togekiss's true coordinate!"
"When it initiated the Moonblast sequence, the blinding luminance generated by the silver sphere completely washed out the human eye's visual field. It took advantage of that split-second blind spot to deploy a Substitute, while its true body ascended to the core of the faux moon, masking its physical presence within the ambient light!"
Insecta was an exceptionally seasoned Elite proctor; a single flash of tactical clarity allowed her to correctly decode Togekiss's spatial manipulation.
"Haha, as expected of the Bug Princess," Feng Che acknowledged smoothly. "Your analytical speed is top-tier. My Togekiss was indeed masquerading as the moon."
As the dust cloud settled, Buzzwole crossed its forearms, having absorbed the blunt force of the descending Air Slashes. However, its defensive armor was heavily fractured, and thick, pressurized crimson fluid was weeping from deep lacerations across its limbs.
Suddenly, the Ultra Beast's eyes turned a bloodshot, feral crimson. It brought its diamond-sharp proboscis to its open wounds, taking a deep, long draw. The spilled fluid was instantly re-absorbed into its system, and the lacerated tissues began cauterizing and shedding their damaged layers at a visible rate.
"It is forcibly stimulating its cellular matrix to trigger accelerated mitosis," Mewtwo warned, its tone turning serious. "Be careful, Feng Che. The asset is entering a state of hyper-aggression. Its unpredictability index has crossed into the red zone."
"Togekiss, stay alert."
"Continuous Metronome!"
Togekiss's wings blurred into a rapid hypnotic pattern. Behind its white frame, six colossal wind columns erupted, reaching into the upper atmosphere, supplemented by six looping streams of hyper-pressurized water that wrapped around its body.
"It actually drew Origin Pulse?!"
Insecta stared blankly at the holographic readouts, her mind reeling. How could a common bird possess such a preposterous, unbroken string of probability?
"Don't tell me... it's going to pull Rayquaza's sovereign art next... Dragon Ascent?"
"No... that's statistically impossible. Absolutely impossible." Insecta tried to voice her logic, but her composure was thoroughly fraying.
The fact remained that Precipice Blades and Origin Pulse—the absolute, defining sovereign arts of the ancient deities Groudon and Kyogre—had been cleanly executed by a single Togekiss in back-to-back succession. Under these parameters, the concept of a third legendary manifestation was no longer an impossibility.
Down on the field, a dark, ominous miasma began venting from Buzzwole's exoskeleton, making it look every bit like a demon ascending from the abyss.
Its kinetic force had multiplied. Facing the oncoming wind columns, the crimson giant merely raised its fist, throwing a massive straight punch that shattered the first vortex into a harmless pocket of uncompressed air.
Right behind the gale, the hyper-pressurized liquid streams of the Origin Pulse roared down its path. Buzzwole's knuckles erupted with pitch-black arcs of residual static current as it threw a second counter-punch, manually disrupting the core frequency of the legendary water strike.
However, the sheer concussive feedback took a massive toll on its engineered tissue blocks.
The Ultra Beast stumbled backward, its chest heaving violently as its large muscle groups began to twitch and spasm uncontrollably under the extreme cellular strain.
"Dammit... its metabolic threshold is collapsing! We have to secure a knockout in the next three seconds!" Insecta realized grimly.
But the metronome matrix had already finalized its third iteration. A brilliant, green geometric Delta Crest manifested cleanly above Togekiss's crown, its white frame instantly enveloped in a roaring, streamlined shroud of high-velocity Delta Stream air currents.
"Dragon Ascent?!"
Insecta's voice turned completely slurred, her cognitive framework shattered by the absolute absurdity of the display.