Aura Sphere — a technique that gathers aura from within the body and fires it at the opponent.
It never misses.
A truly troublesome move.
Against Aura Sphere, the natural evasive advantage of Ghost-type Pokémon meant nothing. There was no dodging it through intangibility. The only way to stop it was with overwhelming force.
Without Mega Evolution, Sam wouldn't have had a reliable answer.
But now—
Mega Gengar's Special Attack had reached terrifying heights. Even against Lucario, which held the advantage in overall level, Mega Gengar was not inferior in raw destructive power.
"Mega Gengar — Mega Shadow Ball."
Sam chose a head-on clash.
A pitch-black sphere slowly formed before Mega Gengar. It grew larger… and larger…
It was an abyssal black, so deep it seemed to swallow light itself.
The surrounding brightness dimmed as the Shadow Ball absorbed ambient energy. The battlefield darkened unnaturally, as if the sun itself had been devoured.
Officer Jenny immediately sensed danger.
She released her Arcanine without hesitation, mounted it, and retreated from the center of the field.
The pressure radiating from the two charged attacks made her instincts scream. Staying there meant death.
Mega Shadow Ball.
Aura Sphere.
Both had reached the limits of their energy capacity.
Then—
They collided.
The moment black and blue met, the space between them seemed to fracture. The air cracked like shattered glass, spiderweb fissures spreading through the sky.
The explosion that followed was deafening.
Sam's ears rang violently; all sound vanished into sharp tinnitus.
A blast comparable to a bomb detonated at the center of the battlefield. Shockwaves tore outward in all directions, flattening everything in their path.
"Bangila!" Sam shouted instinctively.
He released Bangila (Tyranitar) in front of him. With its massive body shielding him, Sam barely withstood the violent aftershock.
When the dust began to settle, Sam quickly looked back to the battlefield—
Lucario was gone.
His heart skipped.
Losing sight of your opponent in battle was a fatal mistake.
Where is it?!
The sunlight, restored after the energy clash, was blinding. Sam squinted upward—
There.
High in the sky.
Lucario had used the glare to conceal itself.
In midair, Lucario's posture was fierce, resolute.
Final Gambit.
It had been preparing this from the moment of impact.
Mega Gengar noticed too late. Panic flashed across its face as it attempted to retreat into the spirit world—
But Lucario was faster.
It seized Mega Gengar tightly.
A violent torrent of energy erupted from Lucario's body, forming a devastating shockwave that engulfed them both.
This attack spared no one.
Both Lucario and Mega Gengar were battered by the surge.
But this was where typing and endurance mattered.
Lucario, Steel/Fighting-type, possessed formidable physical resilience. The backlash was painful—but survivable.
For Mega Gengar—
It was catastrophic.
Gengar tried to endure, but raw durability could not be replaced by willpower alone.
"Kou… jie…"
With a reluctant cry, Mega Gengar lost its ability to battle.
Lucario descended, wounded—but still standing.
A Champion was a Champion.
Against someone like Cynthia, even the smallest lapse was fatal.
Sam let out a slow breath and recalled Gengar, which reverted from its Mega form.
"You did well."
He turned to the massive figure beside him.
"Bangila… it's your turn."
Bangila stepped forward solemnly, heavy footsteps shaking the ground.
Cynthia murmured softly, "Gengar… and now Bangila."
The Gengar from before had already been on the brink of Champion level.
This Bangila was clearly stronger.
She couldn't help but feel curious. Sam had traveled for less than a year—yet he had raised Pokémon of this caliber.
Even she had taken years of harsh journeys to reach the summit.
Was there truly such a prodigy?
Sam didn't give her time to dwell.
"Bangila — Sandstorm Slash!"
A small spiral of sand left Bangila's hand. The moment it touched the ground, it expanded violently into a raging vortex.
But this wasn't an ordinary Sandstorm.
It wasn't mere abrasive weather.
It was cutting energy — sharp, slicing currents infused with a wind-like attribute.
Cynthia initially wasn't concerned. Lucario's Steel typing negated normal Sandstorm damage.
But the moment Lucario stepped into the vortex—
Her expression changed.
This wasn't chip damage from grains of sand.
This was cutting force.
Like countless invisible blades.
Lucario braced itself, but within seconds, thin red lines began to appear across its body.
Ten seconds.
That was all it took.
Dozens of shallow cuts marked Lucario's frame.
Unlike Sandstorm, this technique forced Lucario to constantly guard against slicing air currents that could strike at any angle.
Bangila wasn't aiming for a drawn-out duel.
It was efficiency.
Lucario was not its true opponent.
It intended to finish this quickly.
The sand roared louder.
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