The jagged shards of the detonated rock burst deeply into Tyrantrum's oral cavity, violently shattering a cluster of its razor-sharp teeth.
A heavy torrent of thick crimson blood mixed with pulverized stone debris geysered out from its raw gums.
Tyrantrum forcefully spat the bloody slurry onto the flagstones, a massive, severed dragon tooth clattering loudly against the stone.
By then, Armaldo had already fanned its high-velocity back pinions, ascending seamlessly into the high workspace.
Though its prehistoric physical chassis appeared remarkably dense and heavy, its underlying anatomy was uniquely hollowed. By drawing an immense volume of air into its specialized internal air bladders, it could comfortably float and maneuver through the sky with total kinetic freedom.
"Look up! That Armaldo is actively maintaining flight coordinates!"
"This is completely preposterous! My data logs have never recorded a single file indicating the Armaldo lineage was capable of sustained aerial displacement!"
"This is Ring 002—Proctor Victor's verification gauntlet!"
"Proctor Victor operates as one of the absolute premier Elite Four-border traditionalists within our ancestral clan. I never calculated our units would audit a tactical masterpiece of this caliber tonight."
As the surrounding masked dragon traditionalists tracked the explosive, high-purity battle unraveling between Victor and the mysterious challenger, they aggressively compressed the perimeter galleries to witness the spectacle.
Sensing the sudden influx of the massive human gallery, Armaldo's optical nodes flared with intense excitement; this prehistoric fossil monarch naturally craved a chaotic, high-volume audience.
"Armaldo, scramble their cognitive processing—Bug Buzz!"
The unrolled attack line was not a simple baseline execution, but an advanced tactical fusion of a maximum-yield Bug Buzz layered directly over a piercing Screech frequency.
The hyper-velocity acoustic shockwaves aggressively hammered Tyrantrum's skull. While the ancient dinosaur commanded immense physical scale, its underlying neural capacity and brain volume were remarkably primitive.
The tyrant felt its central processing loops slip into severe, buzzing distortion, its golden irises rapidly bleeding into a manic, feral crimson hue.
It hoisted its massive snout, unchaining a desperate, full-torque roar that launched a violent sonic shockwave across the entire arena blocks.
Several low-tier clansmen standing along the front lines of the gallery failed to buffer the concussive pressure in time, their legs buckling instantly as they were violently blown flat onto their rears by the sheer raw force of the beast's voice.
"Tyrantrum, re-establish your discipline! Ground your focus and refuse to let the enemy's sensory noise compromise your cognitive core!"
Proctor Victor barked across the divide, aggressively siphoning a massive, continuous surge of his personal Dragon Force down the channel to soothe the dinosaur's failing composure.
Yet, through his internal metrics, he could track his personal aura reserves bleeding out at an alarming, highly disproportionate rate.
"Calm your core, partner..."
He expended a monumental amount of raw effort to finally ground Tyrantrum's failing nervous system.
By the time the neural lines normalized, Victor's rugged traveling garments were completely saturated with cold sweat, while Tyrantrum's stamina pools had registered a severe downward spike.
"Armaldo, close the distance—X-Scissor!"
Armaldo crossed its heavy steel talons in mid-air, projecting a gargantuan, incandescent white cross-cut blade of kinetic plasma that screamed down from the rafters.
"Tyrantrum, intercept and crush the arc—Crunch!"
Tyrantrum unhinged its massive jaws. Under the rapid cell-regeneration properties of the Dragon Force, its shattered teeth instantly erupted back out from its open sockets, locking into absolute skeletal alignment.
It executed a point-blank bite, its massive crushing torque cleanly snapping the oncoming X-Scissor energy blade in half.
The fractured fragments of the kinetic blade exploded outward like high-velocity shrapnel, peppering the flagstones in a rapid succession of sharp impacts.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Thick columns of acrid battlefield smoke instantly billowed across the turf.
Cough! Cough!
The stray shockwaves and dense dust clouds violently washed over the surrounding gallery, leaving the masked traditionalists thoroughly covered in grey ash as they broke into a chorus of heavy coughing.
"Armaldo, terminate their lifeline—Dragon Rush!"
Feng Che authorized his terminal play, instructing Armaldo to weaponize gravity to multiply the descending kinetic impact payload of the dragon-type charge.
A magnificent, blinding torrent of gold-tinted draconic plasma completely enveloped Armaldo's silver-plated carapace, dyeing the prehistoric insect monarch into a glowing golden sovereign.
The asset converted its body into a savage, roaring phantom dragon, plunging out of the high stratosphere like a falling star.
The surrounding wind currents howled violently.
"Tyrantrum, match their absolute yield—Dragon Rush!" Proctor Victor roared, matching the stakes.
Tyrantrum unleashed an earth-shaking primeval howl, unchaining its entire residual reservoir of draconic energy.
Sustained beneath the multi-layered multipliers of the Dragon Force, its heavy hexagonal scales strobed with an identical, blinding golden hue. It launched its multi-ton bipedal chassis forward, executing a desperate, high-velocity head-on collision to intercept the descending insect.
BOOM————!!
A cataclysmic concussive shockwave violently exploded outward from the epicenter, the expanding kinetic gales aggressively flattening and throwing dozens of masked clansmen completely off their feet.
A few unfortunate traditionalists crashed heavily against the reinforced concrete pillars, their headpieces cracking as crimson blood stained the stone.
The entire arena was momentarily washed out by a blinding, eye-searing white light, through which the gallery could clearly intercept Tyrantrum's agonizing, thoroughly defeated death-roar.
As the blinding illumination finally drifted out of the workspace, Tyrantrum's massive crimson frame was revealed lying flat across the shattered bedrock.
Its heavy hide was caked in extensive, deep lacerations and structural trauma—a completely ruined, helpless silhouette.
Armaldo stood pinned on a singular knee parallel to the trench, its chest plates violently heaving as it drew deep, ragged breaths of the scorched air.
While its energetic stability had registered a severe downward spike, its overall condition vastly outclassed the dinosaur's, its silver-plated carapace sustaining nothing more than a few superficial fractures.
"Round 1: Authorized to the Challenger."
The official field referee meticulously audited Tyrantrum's biological signals. Confirming its core engines had completely short-circuited and dropped into absolute stasis, he raised his flag to log Armaldo's victory.
"Exceptional tactical execution. Now... let us verify how your stable parries my secondary anchor. Take the field, Flapple!"
Proctor Victor casually recalled his broken tyrant before flicking a secondary sphere down the channel.
[POKÉMON SPECIES ENTRY: FLAPPLE]
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Primary Attributes: Grass / Dragon Ecosystem
Classification: Specialized Reptilian Organism
Flapple features an anatomical profile that meticulously mirrors a newly hatched reptilian hatchling. However, its system bypasses standard egg-casing dynamics; its primary torso is permanently cocooned within a hyper-dense, protective apple peel matrix, with its specialized forelimbs natively synthesized into the organic peel to format functional wings. Its optical sensors resemble a pair of thin yellow sheets, shaded closely by flexible green lids that execute rapid closure scripts.
By leveraging its advanced biological composition, Flapple can seamlessly piece its fragmented apple shell back together, transforming its silhouette into a common, inert fruit to execute a total sensory camouflage—flawlessly duplicating the behavioral sub-routines of its infant stage, Applin. Its specialized salivary glands secrete a hyper-acidic, deeply corrosive chemical fluid designed to cause immediate thermal burns, while its skin emits a heavy, intoxicating sweet aroma to lure target prey into its strike zone.
The newly deployed Flapple continuously fanned its wings, a thick, deeply intoxicating sweet scent instantly blanketing the coordinate blocks of Ring 002. Its internal energy indicators locked cleanly within the Pseudo-Elite Four threshold.
"Step up, Deino!"
Feng Che casually unclipped a standard capsule, releasing his Pseudo-Elite-tier Deino onto the broken flagstones.
In pure mathematical reality, sustained beneath the immense baseline conditioning and high-purity nutrient intake it had siphoned from the day care vaults, this Deino had cleared the necessary growth parameters to execute its evolutionary rewrite into Hydreigon seasons ago.
However, because Feng Che's overarching grand strategy required this specific asset to cleanly synthesize and absorb the ancient primordial inheritance of the Tao Trio, he had continuously enforced a strict data lock to suppress its evolution.
Fortunately, the small dragon's innate intellect and baseline talent parameters were remarkably peerless, allowing its consciousness to effortlessly discipline and suppress its own evolutionary urges to align with its Master's blueprints.
The exact millisecond Feng Che secured the uncompromised inheritance files of the three dragon deities, Deino's framework would execute an instantaneous, multi-stage evolutionary cascade to ascend as Hydreigon.
When that specific optimization timeline cleared, the resulting Hydreigon would manifest as an absolute, apocalyptic mobile artillery battery spanning the global tracks.
Its three independent cranium modules would be programmatically hard-coded to command the separate elemental masteries of Ice, Fire, and Lightning concurrently, multiplying its gross offensive output to thoroughly preposterous thresholds.
"The absolute rarest, highest-value pseudo-legendary lineage native to the Unovan continent... a Deino," Proctor Victor murmured, his silver goatee twitching as his multi-focal spectacles analyzed the small beast's metrics.
"Exactly which ancient house or sovereign faction bankrolls your lineage, boy? To command an uncorrupted asset of this caliber requires immense institutional weight."
"However... to think your console explicitly elected to deploy a completely unevolved, baseline infant Deino into my quadrant... does your station genuinely possess the raw arrogance to look down on my Flapple?"
Victor's tone dropped into an exceptionally sharp, highly displeased register. To face an unevolved companion within a paramount crucible like the Dragon Festival pricked his professional pride as a clan veteran.
"My Deino commands an extraordinary, deeply refined combat index, Proctor. It has anchored my personal vanguard line for an extensive chronological duration," Feng Che answered with an easy, relaxed chuckle behind his mask.
"The singular variable restricting its evolution tracks maps to a specialized internal optimization script—nothing more."
"Exactly what designation is hidden behind that black cloak? To casually field a pristine Deino is absurd."
"The ancient nurseries within the Dragon's Den yield exactly one single Deino hatchling every calendar year. Even the premier scions and core direct bloodlines of the main patriarchal branch routinely brawl and deplete their political capital just to secure a slot on the waiting list."
"My curiosity is burning to absolute limits—from which black-market vault did this outsider siphon that dragon?"
The surrounding gallery of masked traditionalists erupted into a series of intense, high-volume whispers and analytical debates.
The exact millisecond Deino's physical mass materialized on the stone turf, deep within the subterranean recesses of the ancient Dragon's Den, a solitary, deeply depressed Hydreigon monarch suddenly hoisted its three massive craniums from its stone nest.
Its central nervous system had just intercepted a flawless, 100% biological match tracking the distinct bloodline aura of its long-lost biological offspring.
ROAR————!!
Unchaining a massive, earth-shaking roar that echoed through the dark caverns, the dragon monarch violently beat its three sets of black wings, abandoning its nest to chase the tracking line at absolute maximum speed.
A massive, hyper-muscular alpha Hydreigon—the supreme dominant warden of the cavern ecosystem—monitored the monarch's sudden frenzy with sharp focus.
Silently uncoiling its spine, the alpha dragon slipped into the shadows, stealthily tracking behind the frantic monarch's flight path to audit the anomaly.
"Flapple, choke their movement—Twister, then immediately saturate their positioning using Acid Spray!"
Proctor Victor was an unyielding clan traditionalist; he harbored absolute zero intent to temper his offensive payload simply because the opponent had deployed an unevolved asset.
Flapple violently fanned its wing-peels, generating a series of high-velocity atmospheric currents that rapidly synthesized into multiple roaring, high-torque twisters that paced erratically across the central arena blocks.
Compressed tightly along the margins of Ring 002, the massive crowd of masked clansmen instantly felt their footing compromise under the sheer raw pull of the raging gales.