Although the Galarian variant of Moltres was primarily a dual Dark and Flying-type deity rather than a traditional Fire-type, its internal energy matrix was still more than capable of bending residual thermal parameters to its absolute will.
Obeying the creature's underlying malice, massive cascading plumes of jet-black and blood-red fire erupted seamlessly across the concrete field like flowers blooming in the abyss. As the legendary avian systematically gathered the infernal columns together, the baseline temperature of the stadium complex spiked exponentially, the air shimmering under the severe heat.
However, as Gyarados flexed its leviathan coils to accelerate the downpour from the storm clouds, the dynamic changed.
The moment the cascading sheets of rain collided with the black thermal fire, the boiling water instantly suppressed the plasma, converting the infernal columns into a thick, harmless fog of grey steam. Because of its specific biological composition, the Galarian Moltres harbored an absolute, instinctual hatred for heavy moisture and water friction.
The dark bird unhinged its scarlet beak, emitting a piercing, feral shriek as it unleashed a hyper-concentrated column of black flames directly toward the ceiling rafters. It intended to manually incinerate the overhanging storm clouds, boring a hole through the atmospheric grid to permanently dispel the downpour.
High above the field, the crimson Gyarados executed a magnificent, sweeping tail-flick, the dense matrix of golden current coursing through its armored scales rippling like molten gold.
The sea dragon let out a deafening, thunderous roar. Responding to the tone, the upper sky fractured as countless tree-trunk-sized pillars of blinding white lightning descended like artillery fire.
This was a customized, highly amplified variant of the Cataclysmic Tempest methodology Feng Che had systematically decoded from his analysis of King Kai's tactical profiles. The massive columns of current screeched through the air, their physical voltage taking the shape of roaring plasma dragons as they dove straight toward Moltres's wings.
The legendary avian beat its heavy wings, projecting a crushing wave of compressed dark air currents. Before the roaring plasma dragons could breach its personal airspace, the sheer kinetic weight of the dark gale forcibly disrupted their frequency, scattering the current into a wide, chaotic web of stray static sparks.
A thick, heavy blanket of dark miasma settled across the arena floor like an impenetrable smog. Moltres's massive silhouette drifted in and out of the black fog, its irises burning with the sharp, unblinking brilliance of two polished blood-rubies.
"Moltres, Dark Pulse!" Aaron commanded, his voice echoing through the acoustics.
A torrential volley of jet-black, liquid dark energy erupted from the bird's maw, crackling violently with miniature arcs of dark static friction.
Biologically, the Galarian Moltres shared the exact same elemental typing and aerodynamic profile as Kalos's Legendary Engine of Destruction, Yveltal. Across the specialized tactical underground tracks, the avian deity was historically revered by commanders as the Scion of Death.
The dark currents wrapped around Gyarados's massive torso like an expanding nest of obsidian serpents, searching for the micro-fissures between its heavy plates. The red sea dragon hissed in absolute irritation, feeling the sharp, burning neural friction of the dark alignment blistering its scales.
Unleashing a fierce, resonant Hyper Voice to disrupt the compression of the dark coils, Gyarados unhinged its massive jaw to retaliate with a maximum-velocity Hyper Beam.
The blinding lance of white-hot kinetic energy cut through the dark fog, yet it struck nothing but an empty spatial pocket, vanishing into the mist without registering a hit. The only telemetry returning from the smog was the rhythmic, heavy thumping of Moltres's wings circling the perimeter.
"Moltres, finish it! Brave Bird!"
The legendary avian delivered another high-frequency shriek. The surrounding columns of dark miasma and black fire converged instantly on its chassis, formatting into a colossal, roaring Dark Fire Phoenix that burst out of the smog, hurtling toward Gyarados with cataclysmic momentum.
"Gyarados, meet it head-on! Dragon Rush!" Feng Che ordered, his composure absolute.
Harnessing the immense electrical current coating its armor, Gyarados manually discharged the residual black static clinging to its flanks.
An overwhelming torrent of raw, deep-purple draconic aura erupted from its core. The massive draconic energy combined with the golden plasma cascading from the storm clouds, weaving together until the leviathan was completely sheathed inside a terrifying, hyper-muscled Golden Sovereign Dragon.
Gyarados coiled its massive body, ascending to the absolute peak of the stadium roof before dropping into a vertical, maximum-velocity dive directly toward the oncoming phoenix. The sheer speed of its descent created a high-pitched whistling sound as its energy shield cleanly sheared through the atmospheric friction.
The Golden Sovereign Dragon and the Dark Fire Phoenix collided at the exact center of the sky.
FLASH!
A blinding, incandescent dome of pure, white-hot light obliterated the stadium, completely washing out the digital recording arrays. A fraction of a second later, a deafening concussive detonation shook the foundations of the sports block, sending a massive, sweeping kinetic shockwave tearing outward to level the remaining concrete barriers.
"Gardevoir... I must trouble your core once more," Chief Sky sighed, rubbing his temples as his primary partner deployed a high-density psychic wall to contain the fallout. "These children are no longer performing a promotion showcase; they are systematically dismantling our infrastructure."
"The final leg of Feng Che's circuit must be relocated immediately to the Grand Coliseum. Arena A cannot sustain another engagement of this scale."
"Furthermore... Aula, I must admit my surprise. I didn't realize your political clout was extensive enough to secure the contract of that wild hound, Zera."
"Once that boy enters a combat frenzy, there are fewer than five individuals within the central executive circle who possess the material power to manually arrest his momentum." The old Grandmaster cast a deeply calculating look at the Deputy Chief.
The heavy implication left Aula feeling acutely embarrassed, his political skin prickling with irritation as he quietly transferred the entire administrative failure to Doron's ledger. That sniveling little scout is going to pay for this oversight with his career.
As the blinding light faded from the field, the surveillance arrays confirmed that both legendary-tier titans were still locked in a tense aerial standoff.
Thick arcs of golden electricity were currently crackling across Moltres's black plumage, while residual patches of black-and-crimson fire were still aggressively clinging to Gyarados's crimson hide. The initial maximum-output clash had resulted in a flawless tactical draw.
The battlefield below them, however, was in absolute ruins—the concrete floor transformed into a fractured wasteland of broken stone, crisscrossed by stray currents of golden lightning and pockets of burning black fluid.
"Moltres, Air Slash!"
Dozens of curved, crescent-shaped kinetic blades wrapped in pure dark energy whistled through the smoke, tracing a tight trajectory toward the sea dragon.
"Gyarados, Aqua Tail!"
Gyarados manifested a massive, high-volume torrent of pressurized water around its heavy tail, spinning the liquid at high RPMs to form a fluid, rotating kinetic shield. The incoming Dark Air Slashed struck the water wall, their cutting edges cleanly deflected into the perimeter structures.
"Moltres, maintain the pressure with Flamethrower!"
A stream of superheated, magma-thick black fire erupted from Moltres's beak. The moment the thermal column slammed into Gyarados's active water shield, the extreme temperature variance triggered an instantaneous flash-vaporization sequence, filling the entire arena court with a dense wall of blinding white steam.
"Gyarados, Dragon Pulse!"
Gyarados parted its jaws, discharging a concentrated beam of golden draconic energy straight down the core axis of the steam cloud.
Just as Moltres prepared to flare its wings to execute a defensive Hurricane to scatter the trajectory, the golden beam split. In mid-air, the Dragon Pulse unraveled into thousands of independent, high-velocity homing light-arrows that swarmed the avian from every conceivable angle.
"Moltres, suppress the grid with Snarl!" Aaron shouted.
The bird released a low, guttering, bone-chilling sonic wave. The crushing acoustic pressure rippled outward, the destructive vibrations manually detonating the oncoming light-arrows before they could breach its personal defenses.
"Utilizing the acoustic profile of a Snarl to manually clear a homing laser grid? Flawless mechanical intuition," Feng Che praised softly, his eyes narrowing. "But you've compromised your alignment."
"Moltres, Night Slash!"
The legendary bird's form turned fluid and hazy as it executed a high-velocity spatial drift, materializing directly parallel to Gyarados's neck with its talons extended to deliver a precise, dark-infused strike to the sea dragon's primary nerve cluster.
"Gyarados, Aqua Tail! Swat it down!"
The red leviathan anticipated the displacement, executing a rapid, blind reverse-flick of its massive tail. The fluid weight of the Aqua Tail caught Moltres squarely across its chest like a steel hammer, shattering its momentum and launching its heavy frame straight out of the air.
The legendary avian tumbled downward like a stone with clipped wings. Yet, a mere meter before making terminal contact with the concrete floor, it violently flared its massive pinions, utilizing its anti-gravity field to arrest its fall and rocket back toward the high airspace, leaving a massive concussive wind-wake across the dirt.
"Gyarados, lock it down! Maximum Hydro Pump!"
A colossal, high-pressure column of pristine water erupted from Gyarados's maw. In mid-flight, the single torrent calculatedly expanded, separating into hundreds of intersecting liquid streams that created an absolute cage of high-velocity water in the sky.
Just as Moltres prepared to open its beak to execute another defensive Snarl to disrupt the liquid trajectories, the fluid engineering caught it completely off guard.
The exact millisecond its beak parted, one of the high-velocity water streams shot straight down its throat. The legendary avian inadvertently swallowed a massive lungful of pressurized water, its respiratory rhythm fracturing as it let out a muffled, thoroughly ungraceful gag.
Before its equilibrium could recover from the unexpected biological disruption, the remaining hundreds of water lances slammed relentlessly into its torso, their immense kinetic weight hammering its frame.
Its wings failed to sustain lift. The Sovereign of Galar plummeted out of the sky, crashing heavily into the ruined concrete floor with a thunderous impact that threw up a massive spray of shattered rock.
"Moltres! Rise! Break your limits and unleash the final Brave Bird!" Aaron bellowed, his voice turning completely hoarse as his pride refused to accept a defeat of this nature.
The avian's compound eyes flared a terrifying, absolute feral crimson. Obeying its commander's desperation, every remaining ounce of dark energy within its biological engine erupted outward, wrapping its massive frame inside a secondary, far more colossal and terrifying Dark Fire Phoenix.
Every quadrant of the arena was instantly filled with a suffocating, chemical stench of burning sulfur. The sheer heat of the transformation caused open pockets of black fire to spontaneously manifest across the empty air, filling the court with thick plumes of black smoke—a textbook simulation of an ecological apocalypse.
"Gyarados... liberate your core parameters entirely," Feng Che instructed calmly, his voice cold and unwavering.
A limitless reservoir of pure, deep-gold draconic energy flooded out of Gyarados's armored scales, locking onto its skin like a layer of sovereign armor plate.
The red sea dragon took a monumental breath, delivering a world-shaking roar that shattered the remaining glass arrays across the high galleries. It coiled its massive frame into the high clouds before converting its entire physical mass into a definitive, world-ending downward dive straight into the heart of the burning phoenix.