Proctor Victor maintained a deeply analytical gaze, completely locked onto the colossal Armaldo. He systematically scanned its structural architecture from crown to claw.
"This Armaldo... its cellular matrix has fully synthesized a primary Dragon type, hasn't it?"
"Auditing the hyper-dense layout of the Dragon Scales caking its entire shell, my console can officially verify its draconic chromosome count is absurdly high."
"Across modern global registries, finding a standard Armaldo harboring even a loose cluster of authentic Dragon Scales maps as an extraordinary anomaly."
"A pure Dragon-variant Armaldo... a phenomenal specimen to log. Its framework was undoubtedly cloned and regenerated from the highly preserved cellular dregs of a pristine, uncorrupted prehistoric fossil core."
"Failing that, a common specimen reconstructed merely from a standard Claw Fossil lacks the necessary genetic architecture to awaken an energetic wavelength of this magnitude," Victor formulated with absolute, unbending professional certainty.
"My own tracking background was once deeply obsessed with excavating and analyzing primeval fossil vectors, meaning my database commands a high-density conditioning script regarding how to cultivate ancient lineages."
"Even this Tyrantrum commanding my slot was manually reconstructed and unsealed from a pristine Jaw Fossil." Victor lightly stroked his silver goatee, his tone backed by absolute confidence.
"Tyrantrum, optimize your speed engine—Dragon Dance!"
"Armaldo, synchronize their multiplier—Dragon Dance!"
The twin tactical directives cleared the consoles concurrently.
Tyrantrum aggressively shifted its colossal, hyper-muscular hind limbs, executing a rhythmic, heavy battle stride across the flagstones to initialize the Dragon Dance subroutine.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The concrete plates continuously groaned beneath its immense weight.
Parallel to its line, Armaldo fanned its high-velocity back pinions, ascending into the low workspace to dance an elegant, militaristic sequence through the air.
A magnificent, suffocating wave of pure martial pressure violently erupted from both ancient predators simultaneously.
The twin energetic fields clashed dead-center, completely balancing one another out.
One was the undisputed absolute tyrant of the prehistoric terra firma—a catastrophic, royal dragon sovereign that had single-handedly ruled the continents during ancient eras.
The other was the apex apex predator dominating the primeval marine ecosystems—a brutal deep-sea executioner natively engineered to fight and break the high-torque hunting loops of prehistoric Sharpedo.
As the opposing aura fields slammed together, the massive crowd of masked traditionalists surrounding Ring 002 sustained a severe layer of atmospheric friction, forcing them to instinctively step backward to preserve their balance.
Sensing its ancient bloodline surge under the stat multipliers, Armaldo violently uncoiled its spine, projecting a maximum-intensity Scary Face directly onto the crimson dinosaur.
The highly distinct, eye-like geometric patterns detailing its wing plates flared with a blinding iridescent luminescence, creating an advanced psychological optical illusion that made Armaldo's physical scale appear to multiply within fractions of a second.
Tyrantrum's pupils violently compressed into needlepoints, its primitive survival instincts triggering an immediate neurological panic loop. Its massive bipedal frame began visibly trembling against the sand.
Stunned by the raw intimidation payload, the crimson tyrant forcefully retreated several paces back across the ring.
It paced erratically across the stone, its massive hunting talons gouging deep, ragged trenches into the concrete plates as it desperately fought to avoid direct line-of-sight alignment with Armaldo's visor.
"Tyrantrum, restore your discipline! Ground your focus and refuse to let their sensory distortions compromise your cognitive engine!"
The Proctor barked across the divide, his hand snapping forward to unchain a heavy surge of his personal Dragon Force to soothe the dinosaur's failing composure.
Sustained beneath the high-clearance aura stabilization, Tyrantrum's central nervous system rapidly reset.
An intense wave of raw evolutionary humiliation instantly flooded its processors. Turning its golden irises back down the channel, it glared at Armaldo with absolute, burning fury.
Through its visor, it clearly tracked the unvarnished, deep-seated mockery looping within the insect monarch's optical nodes.
"An extraordinary Armaldo configuration... to think its sensory output could comfortably induce a panic loop across my veteran Tyrantrum."
"Ever since my handlers unsealed its matrix from the jaw hóa, this beast has natively preserved an absolute, fearless behavioral script across every elite campaign—yet your partner just forced it into a complete defensive retreat."
"Haha!"
Proctor Victor suddenly burst into a robust, thoroughly amused belly laugh.
Tyrantrum cast a highly resentful, deeply aggrieved glare straight toward Victor's podium. It computed that its own Trainer was openly mocking its structural discipline before the gallery.
"Tyrantrum, liquidate their guard—Dragon Claw!"
Tyrantrum aggressively unsheathed its razor-sharp hunting talons, a thick, turbulent coat of high-purity draconic plasma crystallizing flawlessly over its claws.
It slashed its forearms down a direct terminal vector, the sheer kinetic velocity of the strike generating a sharp, whistling pop as it cut the wind toward Armaldo's throat.
A brilliant, golden-yellow arc of energy sliced through the workspace.
Victor maintained absolute confidence that the unmitigated crushing torque hard-coded into Tyrantrum's talons was more than sufficient to forcefully split and run through Armaldo's heavy chitinous armor plating.
Yet, Armaldo merely hoisted its reinforced forearms, positioning its thick steel claws into a rigid, passive block to parry the lethal arc head-on.
CLANG—!!
A spectacular shower of friction sparks violently sprayed across the ring as the opposing limbs collided.
The exact millisecond the impact logs stabilized, Tyrantrum's golden eyes violently compressed in sheer disbelief.
"A mathematical error... How under heaven can an insect's armor carapace manifest with this level of structural density?"
"My Tyrantrum's Dragon Claw is programmatically engineered to effortlessly cleave through high-density mineral blocks and solid granite; even standard industrial titanium alloys fold like cheap parchment beneath its talons."
The Proctor observed with profound shock that Armaldo's silver-plated carapace had sustained nothing more than a superficial, faint white white scratch—and even that minor blemish was already rapidly fading as its self-repair subroutines normalized the tissue.
"Armaldo, return the payload—Dragon Claw!"
Armaldo aggressively uncinched its forearms. Turning gravity into pure offensive velocity, it drove its razor-sharp claws heavily down across Tyrantrum's upper spine blocks.
RIP!
The plasma-infused claws cleanly bypassed and shattered the dinosaur's protective Rock-type armor plating, scoring a deep, ragged laceration across its flank. High-purity crimson blood began fluidly weeping from the wound.
A heavy, copper-like scent of fresh blood immediately drifted across the workspace.
The crimson drops splattered onto the concrete flagstones, pooling into small, dark red wells.
The sudden scent of iron instantly stimulated Armaldo's primeval predatory subroutines; its system natively craved the taste of fresh crimson blood.
"This Armaldo successfully executed a total structural penetration over my Tyrantrum's reinforced stone hide... actually forcing my partner to register physical bleeding."
"Remarkable... thoroughly remarkable."
"My stable has lacked a high-clearance martial challenge of this caliber for an extensive chronological duration."
The Proctor praise-validated repeatedly, his disciplined posture completely unpinning as his internal adrenaline metrics scaled into high excitement.
"Let your station audit the true, unmitigated administrative weight of my Dragon Force!"
A monumental wave of golden-yellow draconic energy violently erupted from Victor's torso, radiating outward across the ring.
The gold aura stream suddenly detonated in mid-air, fracturing into thousands of independent, high-density glowing micro-filaments that fluidly surged down the channel to coat Tyrantrum's entire bipedal chassis.
The raw open laceration caking the dinosaur's flank began clotting and sealing at an accelerated, visual velocity, the tissue formatting a heavy protective scar within fractions of a second.
Concurrently, a sequence of heavy, dorsal armor scales lining its spine silently flared upward, locking into a vertical, aggressive stance.
Tyrantrum violently snorted twin columns of pressurized white steam from its snout, its central processing loops unchaining Outrage.
However, Feng Che's advanced visor verified that the tyrant's optical sensors remained completely clear and disciplined; the traditional neurological confusion and cognitive degradation native to the Outrage state had been programmatically blocked.
The definitive optimization subroutine of the Dragon Force... it acts as an impenetrable psychological barrier to permanently insulate Tyrantrum's brain walls from the status corruption, while siphoning the raw energy to multiply its physical attack multipliers, Feng Che calculated.
The newly enhanced Tyrantrum appeared noticeably more massive than its opening baseline, its crimson hide caking thick, bulging layers of hyper-dense muscle tissue.
Its hunting talons sharpened to razor margins as it let out a sequence of low, guttural growls, explicitly projecting a lethal threat matrix toward Armaldo's positioning.
Armaldo refused to concede a single millimeter of psychological territory. Glaring down at the dinosaur, it unhinged its mandibles to launch a piercing, high-frequency acoustic screech that echoed off the stadium walls.
"Tyrantrum, dismantle their foundations—Slash!"
Tyrantrum drove its twin claws violently down toward the bedrock, unchaining a massive sequence of brilliant white kinetic energy blades from its talons.
Wherever the white cutting arcs passed, multiple natural limestone boulders were cleanly bisectioned, leaving perfectly flush, glass-smooth mineral planes behind the cuts.
"Armaldo, constrict their options—Rock Tomb!"
Armaldo forcefully slammed its heavy lower tail plate into the flagstones. Instantly, several massive, multi-ton stone walls violently broke through the earth blocks.
The rising stone columns formatted a dense barricade that successfully absorbed and parried the trajectory of the white kinetic blades.
However, because the Outrage-boosted Slash commanded immense destructive torque, the stone walls were systematically cleaved into thousands of flying mineral shards upon impact.
"Tyrantrum, close the distance—Crunch!"
Tyrantrum unhinged its colossal jaws, thick cords of highly corrosive, clear predatory saliva dripping from its serrated teeth to splatter onto the flagstones.
The exact second the chemical fluid made contact with the concrete, a sharp, sizzling sound unraveled, the floor plates violently dissolving as thick plumes of acrid white steam geysered into the airspace.
The tyrant forcefully swallowed its saliva, its massive hind limbs locking into a high-velocity sprint that sent violent shockwaves vibrating through Ring 002.
"Armaldo, intercept their vector using Rock Blast, then immediately decouple from the ground planes."
Confronted by the oncoming jaws, Feng Che delivered his counter-play with absolute, tranquil ease.
BOOM!
A massive, multi-ton limestone boulder exploded out of Armaldo's claws, launching straight down the center channel to wedge itself dead-center into Tyrantrum's open mouth.
The crimson tyrannosaur's jaw mechanics were instantaneously gridlocked by the giant stone block—unable to authorize a clean swallow query, yet completely unable to spit the mass out of its throat lining, forcing its system into a highly agonizing, suffocating bottleneck.
Before its processors could resolve the data error, a sharp SNAP echoed across the arena. The wedged boulder violently detonated inside its maw, fracturing into thousands of jagged, high-velocity rock fragments that exploded outward across all four quadrants.