"This aircraft is the S-Fighter-30 Stealth Jet, meticulously engineered by the Devon Corporation of the Hoenn region," the sales representative explained, her posture perfectly aligned as she unrolled the technical specifications.
"It utilizes an advanced, high-purity optical camouflage coating capable of dynamically rewriting its color profile to achieve flawless blending with the surrounding environment."
"The core mechanics driving this optical cloaking field were manually derived by Devon's premier biomolecular researchers by siphoning and mapping the color-shifting adaptation properties native to Kecleon."
"The interior cockpit features a high-comfort dual-seat configuration, supporting a peak cruising speed of exactly 3,000 kilometers per hour."
"Navigating across the upper stratosphere, your station will experience an unparalleled, extreme sensation of near-instantaneous velocity."
"Furthermore, the kinetic displacement acoustic rating has been heavily dampened, ensuring the jet produces negligible acoustic noise during high-speed transits."
"The structural hull itself is forged entirely from premium memory-alloy composites; should the exterior shell sustain minor localized micro-lacerations or ballistic trauma, the stealth craft will automatically execute an autonomous self-repair subroutine to restore its aerodynamic curves."
"The lower weapon bays come pre-installed with a dedicated homing missile firing matrix, though the actual ordnance must be indexed and purchased through a separate corporate transaction."
"Additionally, securing authorization codes to stock those specific high-yield missiles requires clearing an immense, multi-layered regulatory audit managed by the central security board."
The sales representative detailed efficiently, revealing a row of flawless, perfectly uniform white teeth as she maintained her hospitable pitch.
"Superb parameters. My office will claim the hardware. Concurrently, check the validation loop on this black discount token—my tracking notes indicate it slices exactly twenty percent off the gross ledger," Feng Che countered smoothly, a flash of white teeth breaking across his face.
The exact millisecond the sales representative parsed the specific black master card resting within his gloved hand, a heavy, visible layer of frustration caked her expression.
Exactly which brainless, unrefined executive gave this monster a high-tier absolute discount card?! she cursed viciously inside her private thoughts.
Forcing her professional smile to remain anchored, she accepted the black card with an incredibly tense, completely hollow show of warmth.
Three hours later, the administrative bottlenecks had cleared, and Feng Che successfully finalized his possession loop over the Stealth Jet.
The aircraft's cockpit layout featured an advanced, hyper-stable automated autopilot system. Bypassing the need for manual navigation inputs, Feng Che simply routed the exact spatial coordinates of Driftveil City straight into the navigation core.
The stealth transport unleased a sudden, blinding column of high-velocity propulsion fire from its rear thrusters, rocketing straight up through the local cloud layer to completely vanish from the Castelia radars within a fraction of a second.
"The internal aerodynamic stability caking this Devon prototype is remarkably refined."
Hoisting his gaze toward the endless expanse of pristine blue sky and sweeping cloud sheets drifting past his reinforced viewing glass, Feng Che's psychological metrics tracked straight into peak satisfaction.
The Sovereign of the Shipping Docks
Driftveil City functioned as one of the premier, high-volume maritime cargo ports dominating the coastlines of the Unova Region. However, unlike Castelia City, whose marine docks were primarily optimized to facilitate civilian passenger liners...
This sector was continuously buffeted by fierce, high-velocity coastal gales. Driven by these volatile atmospheric currents, competitive sailing and aquatic sports were deeply entrenched across the local sub-culture, while the massive industrial harbor blocks were permanently choked by thousands of transcontinental cargo freighters and deep-sea fishing trawlers.
Leveraging its absolute monopoly over long-range maritime shipping lanes, Driftveil City had comfortably scaled its infrastructure to operate as one of the single most affluent, economically dense municipalities across the entire Unovan continent.
Concurrently, the subterranean concrete chambers beneath the city served as the absolute primary gathering hub for the largest, highest-volume underground syndicate networks dominating Unova.
The supreme kingpin commanding the undivided loyalty of these subterranean mafia networks was none other than Clay.
At this precise chronological second, Clay was standing dead-center of the main gates of the Driftveil Gym, his eyes tightly closed as he maintained a rigid, disciplined stance, waiting for Feng Che's flight tracking line to clear.
Suddenly, a monumental, hyper-velocity downdraft of pressurized wind violently disrupted the upper airspace of the courtyard. The sheer intensity of the atmospheric displacement generated a series of fierce, howling gales that forced Clay to aggressively squint his eyes to preserve his tracking.
The exact millisecond the kinetic wind shield dissipated, a sleek, silver-gray Stealth Jet materialized flawlessly directly over the entrance pavilion.
Sustaining the direct blast of the high-velocity downdraft, Clay's meticulously styled hair was left considerably unkempt and windswept.
Through his visor, his optical sensors logged Feng Che gracefully leaping out from the primary cockpit platform to land flatly on the stone.
The massive Stealth Jet behind the teenager suddenly erupted with a localized flash of high-density compression light, instantly collapsing its entire physical volume down into a miniature, thumb-sized mechanical capsule before Feng Che casually siphoned the item into his spatial storage ring.
This advanced structural compression technology was natively integrated into the craft's landing matrix, allowing the human operator to comfortably archive the entire vehicle within a spatial pocket when decoupled from active flight operations.
"My office welcomes your arrival to our jurisdiction, Elite Four Feng Che," Clay rumbled with deep authority, extending a massive, calloused hand across the divide.
"Greetings, Gym Leader Clay," Feng Che replied levelly, his gloved hand locking into a highly disciplined, firm grip that matched the kingpin's heavy pressure.
"哈哈! Since your station has officially marked its coordinates within our territory, protocol dictates we honor the sacred traditions hard-coded into Driftveil City—authorize an immediate, full-power pinnacle engagement on the turf!"
"The exact millisecond our battle loops finalize, my console will comfortably grant your station a clear window to unroll the primary strategic intent behind your visit."
Without waiting for a verbal script, Clay aggressively guided Feng Che straight through the fortified interior corridors into the main arena.
Operating as an unyielding, master-tier Ground-type traditionalist, his central battlefield layout was completely saturated with an immense density of jagged, raw limestone boulders and natural rock pillars to reinforce his type advantage.
Along the immediate margins of the field, Feng Che's visors logged dozens of wild Sandile continuously burrowing in and out of the loose sub-soil layers.
"哈哈! Those sandy trenches function as my private nursery grounds for cultivating the Sandile lineage. Those charming, fierce little predators operate as the definitive, official mascot of Driftveil City," Clay briefed, gesturing toward the shifting dunes.
"Now... let us initialize a magnificent, uncompromised battle loop."
"Whatever administrative demands or regulatory conditions your peacekeeping bureau intends to enforce, hold the files until our assets close the score." Clay strode smoothly across the divide, locking his boots behind the challenger's podium.
"Take the vanguard, Mamoswine!"
Clay unzipped his heavy linen vest, violently casting a premium capsule onto the rocky turf.
The newly deployed predator boasted an exceptionally towering, mountain-like physical scale. Its massive bipedal chassis was completely sheathed inside a thick, shaggy coat of deep coffee-brown fur, trailing down to support a set of hyper-reinforced, porcelain-white lower hooves.
It featured a distinctive, pink, swine-like snout framed closely by specialized, light-bronze facial fleece.
Encircling its optical nodes was an intricate, highly striking blue-and-white saddle-shaped coloration pattern across its mask.
Unlike its infant evolutionary stage, Piloswine, this fully matured titan had completely cleared its shaggy facial block, exposing its fierce golden irises to the air while supporting a pair of massive, curved, snow-white ivory tusks that gleamed with lethal density. The sheer biological mass of the beast meticulously mirrored a localized, moving tectonic mountain.
"Step up, Scizor!"
Feng Che smoothly released an unvarnished sphere, deploying his unique, silver-gleaming Scizor onto the broken stone.
The magnificent, battle-ready predator erupted from its capsule with absolute discipline. Hoisting its massive, heavy steel pincers high toward the rafters, it immediately unchained a maximum-intensity Scary Face aura that sent visible ripples of intimidation across the airspace.
Yet, Clay's mountain titan failed to register a single trace of neurological dread; it merely snorted twice through its pink snout, its massive hooves churning the dirt.
"An authentic, high-purity Shiny Scizor variant... An extraordinarily rare lineage to log across the contemporary competitive circuits," Clay noted, his deep voice carrying a trace of genuine professional appreciation.
"Mamoswine, shatter their displacement options—Take Down!"
Sustained beneath its massive physical volume, the velocity index commanding Clay's Mamoswine was noticeble agile.
Within fractions of a second, the colossal beast lowered its tusks, systematically smashing and pulverizing multiple natural limestone boulders along its path as it accelerated down a direct terminal vector to flatten the steel insect.
"Scizor, initialize Swords Dance, then immediately decouple their tracking using Quick Attack."
Scizor's metallic chassis instantly converted into a silver kinetic stream. It executed a sequence of lightning-fast, hyper-sharp skirmish leaps across the boulders, completely evading the mammoth's linear charge path.
Mamoswine violently stomped its left lower limb onto the flagstones. Instantly, thousands of razor-sharp, jagged ice spires tore out of the ground to format a solid defensive barrier, directly blockading Scizor's intended flank vector.
"Scizor, dismantle the wall—Slash!"
The steel predator maintained flawless composure. Opening its massive pincers, it unleashed a brilliant, silver arc of kinetic plasma that cleanly sliced straight through the center axis of the rising ice spires.
The severed sections of the ice spires dropped onto the dirt, their cut edges perfectly flush, clean, and smooth as if machined by an industrial laser.
"Mamoswine, destabilize the bedrock—Magnitude!"
The mammoth violently hammered its massive front hooves down onto the ground. An immense wave of destructive seismic ripples immediately uncoupled the stone floor plates, sending severe shockwaves vibrating through the arena.
Scizor merely tapped its steel claws against the fracturing ground like a dragonfly skimming water, using the minor kinetic recoil to launch its entire bipedal frame high into the upper stadium airspace.
"Exploit the aerial lock, Mamoswine—unfold Blizzard!"
Clay's tactical directive cleared the console with flawless, instantaneous timing.
Mamoswine unhinged its jaws, projecting a towering, localized torrent of sub-zero absolute-zero blizzard winds straight up into the rafters, aiming to permanently flash-freeze Scizor's joints mid-air.
"Scizor, counter-balance—Shadow Ball!"
Scizor uncinched its heavy pincers, launching a hyper-compressed obsidian sphere straight toward Mamoswine's coordinates. While the projectile's trajectory drifted slightly wide due to the howling gales, the massive rear-facing kinetic recoil generated by the Shadow Ball's discharge successfully propelled Scizor's chassis clean out of the Blizzard's freezing perimeter.
"Maintain the momentum, Scizor—Bullet Punch!"
Fanning its wings at extreme rotational velocities, the silver insect converted gravity into pure offensive velocity, diving straight down toward the mammoth's blind spot.
Thousands of silver-gray metallic fist-shadows violently rained down over Mamoswine's facial plates, the raw impact sounds echoing through the gym like a rapid succession of heavy artillery impacts.
By the exact millisecond Scizor terminated its offensive cascade and broke away, the giant Mamoswine remained anchored to the center plates, completely unfazed.
Looking down at its hooves, Feng Che's visors logged a massive, spider-web-like pattern of deep geometric stress fractures radiating outward across the surrounding concrete bedrock.
"This Mamoswine possesses an advanced internal redirection subroutine... it systematically siphoned and routed the entire kinetic impact payload of that Bullet Punch straight down its limbs into the earth," Feng Che calculated, a trace of genuine surprise flickering behind his visor.
"哈哈! A simple, baseline underworld defensive mechanic—nothing more. Mamoswine, unseal the ancestral vault—Ancient Power!"
The mammoth hoisted its tusks, unleashing a primordial, earth-shaking howl. Instantly, dozens of independent, fist-sized boulders materialized flawlessly out of the ambient light, hovering into the airspace.
The mineral orbs rocketed forward at extreme priority velocity, screaming toward Scizor like armor-piercing bullets.
"Scizor, slice the line—Slash!"
A magnificent arc of silver-gray kinetic energy flashed across the dim light. A split-second later, the Ancient Power stones violently detonated in a synchronized chain explosion right around Scizor's flanks, throwing out a thick curtain of dust and concussive shockwaves.