The exact millisecond Ditto finalized its rapid-fire metamorphosis into Naganadel, the localized black static currents clinging to its frame lost their tracking parameters and dissolved into nothingness.
Locking its gaze onto the massive Shadow Ball screaming down its vector, the draconic insect took a profound breath, unhinging its heavy needle-tail to unleash a maximum-potency Dragon Pulse.
The violent beam of draconic energy, heavily saturated with a dense undercurrent of corrosive toxic plasma, cut through the sky like a lance, boring cleanly through the core of the oncoming dark sphere.
The internal equilibrium of the Shadow Ball collapsed instantly, triggering a catastrophic kinetic detonation mid-air.
A massive wave of black residual arcs erupted from the shattered core like a localized electrical tempest. The cascading current slammed heavily into the concrete floor, tearing up the remaining frost and embedding a dense grid of deep, spiderwebbed fractures across the bedrock.
Even Mega Absol was caught within the radius of the secondary kinetic feedback.
Sustaining a direct concussive strike from the black electricity, the white predator stumbled backward, coughing up a dark patch of blood onto the ruined concrete.
"Mega Absol! Stay with me!" Aaron shouted, his sleek composure breaking as panic flushed his features.
"Naganadel, transition to Pin Missile!"
A relentless, torrential downpour of glowing, venom-tipped stingers rained down from Naganadel's wings, carpet-bombing the field.
Mega Absol's pupils dilated as it watched the sky turn into a solid wall of cascading violet needles. Transforming into a blur of pale light, it executed a desperate sequence of rapid-fire leaps, weaving through the gaps in the trajectory with absolute mechanics.
The venomous spikes tore through nothing but fading afterimages, plunging deep into the cracked bedrock below to dissolve into pools of bubbling, highly corrosive fluid.
"Now, deploy Toxic Spikes!"
Naganadel exhaled a dense cloud of crystalline, violet-red metallic fragments, scattering the sharp particles across every viable quadrant of the floor. If Mega Absol committed a single computational error during its footwork, stepping on a single shard would instantly breach its cellular wall, forcing a severe poison status lock.
Under the synchronized pressure of the continuous Pin Missile barrage and the expanding trap of Toxic Spikes, the white beast realized its available displacement paths were shrinking exponentially. A thin, violet miasma began venting from the floor, hanging heavily in the cold air.
Absol's breathing grew noticeably shallow and ragged. Its head felt heavily disoriented, its movements turning sluggish as if a massive granite slab was pressing down directly on its chest.
"How is this mathematically possible?! My Absol meticulously calculated and evaded every single physical needle and crystalline spike!" Aaron shouted, staring at his terminal readouts in complete disbelief. "Why is its core database registering a severe toxic decay?!"
Watching the sickly, bruised violet hue rapidly spreading across Mega Absol's face, the Shadow Weaver found his analytical faculties thoroughly gridlocked.
"My Ditto's toxic compounds are engineered to vaporize upon environmental friction," Feng Che explained smoothly, his voice cool. "The moment your Absol executed those high-velocity evasive maneuvers, its metabolic processing spiked, causing it to deeply inhale the ambient miasma."
"The airborne toxins breached its respiratory lining, entering its primary circulatory loop within seconds. Right now, the venom is systematically corroding its internal tissue blocks. The sheer neural feedback of the physical pain will shortly compromise its capacity to stand."
A mere ten seconds later, Mega Absol's limbs buckled, its entire framework collapsing limply onto the concrete as it dropped out of its transformation.
Feng Che reached into his storage ring, extracting a sleek, glass cylinder filled with a high-purity emerald solution.
"This is an anti-toxin compound refined within my private greenhouse. It will safely neutralize the residual decay in your partner's system." He tossed the vial across the fracture lines.
Aaron snatched the cylinder out of the air, snapping the seal to drain the fluid down Absol's throat. Within moments, the sickly violet tint receded from the disaster hound's muzzle, its respiration stabilizing back to standard parameters.
"You endured a brutal gauntlet, my friend. Return and rest," Aaron murmured softly, recalling his anchor into its luxury ball. Then, his hand drifted down to the absolute center of his tactical harness, unclipping a heavy, gold-embossed Master Ball.
As expected... Aaron is pushed to the brink. He is authorizing the deployment of that specific anomaly, Deputy Chief Aula analyzed silently from the gallery.
However, given the sheer depth of mechanical execution Feng Che has displayed across these gates, his current thresholds should be more than adequate to contain the threat. A bizarre, unverified thread of absolute confidence toward the teenager had quietly taken root within the executive's mind.
"Feng Che, you have systematically broken my core strategies," Aaron declared, his golden eyes flashing with a wild, theatrical intensity. "In recognition of your pedigree, I shall grant your team the ultimate privilege of facing my sovereign master."
"Awaken, Moltres!"
The Malice of Galar
A blinding flash of dark crimson light obliterated the stadium airspace. The entity that materialized was so gargantuan its wingspan effectively cloaked half of the active field in dense shadow.
Continuous cascades of deep, black-and-crimson cinders drifted from its plumage like a slow, bleeding rain of fire.
It was a Galarian Moltres.
The legendary avian deity boasted a sleek dorsal mantle of seamless, pitch-black feathers, contrasted by a rich, crimson-and-scarlet underbelly. Its heavy beak was sharply hooked, burning a stark, solid red under the spotlights. A flowing crown of shifting, fire-like plumage—alternating between charcoal-black and incandescent violet-red—trailed from its skull, mirrored exactly by its sweeping, jagged tail structure.
The leading edges of its massive wings were a deep charcoal, tapering into a brilliant crimson at the tips. Its talons were a raw, blood-red, tipped with obsidian claws.
The internal, cataclysmic energy engine within a Galarian Moltres was so immense that its aura manifested externally as a visible, roaring column of malevolent purple-and-black fire, rendering it impossible for lesser entities to safely close within its personal airspace.
By fully extending its wings, it could project an absolute wave of psychological oppression—a signature psychic-dark execution known as Fiery Wrath. Any opposing Pokémon struck by this mental shockwave would suffer an immediate, crippling sensory overload, inducing a state of profound, absolute exhaustion as if their very life-force had been scorched away.
Sensing the staggering, ocean-like reserves of dark energy beginning to saturate the structural framework of the stadium, Feng Che's expression hardened.
"Using a legendary aura to try and suppress my box? Bold choice," Feng Che sneered, thoroughly irritated by the display. He unclipped a specialized luxury ball, casting it forward. "Let's see you try to look down on this. Go, Gyarados!"
The colossal, Shiny Gyarados erupted onto the field, its immense, blood-red leviathan coils occupying the opposing half of the stadium sky.
"A dual Flying and Water-type variant... and it's a crimson Shiny," Chief Sky murmured, leaning closer to the gallery monitors. "Truly an extraordinary specimen. More importantly, its anti-gravity lift metrics are flawless; it is hovering within the high airspace without requiring localized water columns to anchor its weight."
"Typically, only a Gyarados that has cleared the Champion threshold or one possessing an exceptionally concentrated strain of ancient Dragon blood can master atmospheric navigation to this degree."
The exact millisecond the red sea dragon locked its jaws, dense clusters of black storm clouds condensed beneath the ceiling rafters.
The atmosphere grew thick with moisture as a severe downpour locked down the arena, while thick columns of golden lightning began coursing across Gyarados's heavy, armored scales, forming a brilliant, crackling armor of pure plasma around its frame.
"This Gyarados is actually absorbing and anchoring the raw current of the storm... Don't tell me it has successfully awakened a hidden Electric lineage?!" Chief Sky's mind flashed with the startling hypothesis.
Where under heaven does this boy harvest these anomalies? The old Grandmaster's thoughts were entirely consumed by bewilderment.
The Shadow's Calculation
Feng Che's operational luck is absolutely absurd—to command a Gyarados that has unlocked an Electric attribute mutation, Doron calculated frantically from his seat, his eyes gleaming with a disgusting, opportunistic malice.
An alignment like that completely neutralizes its baseline elemental vulnerability to electricity. It renders the asset practically unkillable under standard competitive parameters.
If our syndicate can find a way to legally requisition this specimen, utilizing its genetic material to seed our private breeding programs, we could easily monopolize a completely invincible lineage of armored dragons.
It just so happens that Elite Zera is an absolute, obsessive fanatic when it comes to high-order draconic structures. Though this Gyarados is technically registered under the Water classification, its biological bloodline density is clearly heavily saturated with ancient Dragon strains.
The fact that it can summon the rain and anchor the lightning proves its genetic parents must have included a high-tier Dragonite.
As long as I channel this technical data directly to Zera's personal datastream before the final gate... the hunter will naturally initiate an unrestricted conflict to claim the prize for himself.
Doron quietly initiated an encrypted upload sequence on his personal console, a twisted smirk crossing his face.
Feng Che... regardless of whether your team manages to bypass Aaron's bird, I will ensure Zera deploys his absolute maximum, lethal metrics against your box.
Zera's personal mentor happens to be the Senior Vice Chief of the Executive Board—the ancient Champion-master known across the inner circles as Lord Tian, whose baseline power sits at the absolute pinnacle of the Champion tier.
For an insecure, small-minded operative like Doron, no window would ever be passed up if it meant throwing a wrench into Feng Che's advancement. Yet, even as Deputy Chief Aula had completely abandoned the concept of provoking the young prodigy, choosing instead to focus on political alignment, the scout continued to sprint down the path of absolute self-destruction.