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"Your Arcanine possesses extreme speed and explosiveness, your Ninetales has powerful crowd control and special attack, and your Dragonair is an infinitely promising future core."
The old professor's evaluation was objective and incisive, every word striking precisely at Lin Che's understanding.
"However, when you face those tactical masters who also possess top-tier Pokémon and whose tactical skills are equal to or even better than yours on the world stage in the future, your team will lack an absolute 'brain' who can see the big picture, predict the opponent, and even twist the rules and control the rhythm of the entire battle."
Absolutely... "brain".
These four words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Lin Che's mind.
He had always known that his team had weaknesses and had been looking for ways to address them. But never before had he realized, so clearly and profoundly, just how fatal these weaknesses truly were.
"In other words," the old professor paused, his voice deep and resolute, before making his final conclusion.
"You are still missing a powerful, top-tier psychic partner who can serve as the cornerstone of all your tactics."
The old professor's words were like a final, heavy blow, completely shattering the last glimmer of hope in Lin Che's heart.
Yes, what he lacks is a top-tier Psychic-type Pokémon that can directly confront the opponent's "tactical brain" and even suppress them.
At this moment, the plan has become incredibly urgent.
That evening, after the grueling training session, Lin Che dragged his weary steps back to his dormitory.
He didn't turn on the light, letting himself be enveloped in the darkness and silence of the room. Scattered lights from outside the window cast flickering shadows on his face.
He slumped heavily into the chair, leaned back, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
In my mind, the feeling of powerlessness I felt during the day, being dominated by the "space team," kept replaying over and over again.
The speed advantage of the Gyrocopter has been completely negated.
The immense potential of Hakron remains untapped.
All tactics become a joke in the face of distorted rules.
The idea of finding the perfect Psychic-type Pokémon grew wildly in his mind, transforming into an unprecedented obsession.
Lin Che didn't know how long he had been sitting in the dark when he suddenly opened his eyes, a resolute look flashing in them.
He turned on his computer and logged into the system interface that only he could see.
He painstakingly, even delusional, criteria for choosing a partner, word by word, entered into the system's [Trajectory Analysis] function.
“Species: Laluras”
"Potential: Champion level".
Individual value: 6V.
Personality: Introverted.
Gender: Female.
Clinging to his last glimmer of hope, he pressed the confirm button.
He had assumed that the system would pinpoint his target precisely, just like it had done with finding the dragon scales, even if the target was far away, at least giving him a clear direction.
However, this time, the progress bar on the computer screen, representing the analysis progress, mysteriously stopped just before reaching the finish line.
99%.
This number seemed to carry a merciless mockery, stuck there, unable to move forward.
The system's core processor emitted a faint beep as if it were overwhelmed, and the data stream on the virtual screen flickered wildly at an unprecedented speed, as if it were performing some extremely difficult and unconventional calculation.
Time passes minute by minute.
Finally, the progress bar went completely offline.
A brand new notification box, which Lin Che had never seen before and which shimmered with a deep purple light, slowly appeared in the center of the screen.
[Ding! Target's potential level detected as too high; its destiny is shrouded in a thick, unanalyzable spacetime fog...]
Unlocking the target's precise trajectory requires consuming one special rare item – "Stardust of Destiny".
"Fate/Stardust?"
Lin Che's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on the unfamiliar term flashing with a strange light on the screen.
Those three characters seemed to possess a certain magic, with each stroke revealing an ancient, mysterious, and otherworldly meaning.
A new, mysterious, and unknown target appeared before him without warning.
The last day of special training.
The old professor did not provide any further match guidance.
He led Lin Che into the "tactical simulation room" filled with futuristic technology.
Inside the room, pale blue data streams flowed across the circular alloy wall, and the only sound in the air was the low hum of the equipment running.
The old professor's expression was no longer his usual gentle demeanor, but a solemn seriousness that Lin Che had never seen before.
"Lin Che".
His voice echoed in the enclosed space, each word carrying a heavy weight.
"You are about to step onto the world stage, where you will face the world's top talents. Before you set off, I hope you can truly understand what it means to be a 'king'."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old professor raised his hand and swiped across the control panel.
The holographic projection in the center of the room suddenly lit up, and a file icon locked by multiple encryption protocols appeared in the air.
Top secret of the alliance.
It has never been made public.
As the permissions were granted, a title was imprinted on Lin Che's retina.
"Dragon King·Long Xiaotian VS Steel King·Zfuqi·Dawu"
Lin Che's breath caught in his throat at that moment.
Blood rushes to the brain, creating a brief roar.
These two names are like two insurmountable mountains, legends that all trainers can only look up to. They are true myths, standing at the pinnacle of the world! And he is about to witness firsthand an informal sparring match between these two myths from several years ago!
Recording begins.
The scene tore through the darkness, revealing a vast, desolate Gobi Desert that filled the entire field of vision. The sky was clear, the earth was withered and yellow, and it was so silent that not a single breeze could be heard.
Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared at opposite ends of the screen.
One of them was the old professor's trump card, the Dragonite of the Champion level that Lin Che had glimpsed briefly at the opening ceremony, whose mere presence was enough to suppress the entire audience. Its massive body hovered in mid-air, its golden dragon eyes devoid of any emotion, only displaying the majesty of a god looking down upon all living beings.
God’s power is like a prison.
On the opposite side, the sight of another elf made Lin Che's heart skip a beat.
It is entirely silver-white, shimmering with a cold yet noble metallic luster.
His crossed arms exuded power, and in his single, scarlet eye, it seemed as if billions of data points were flowing wildly.
A multicolored Metagross!
The two trainers were not visible in the frame; this was not a duel between them, but a war between Pokémon.
The battle began without any unnecessary instructions or fancy probing.
"Dragonite, rain!"
"Metamorphoses, Sandstorm!"
The voices of the two superstars rang out almost simultaneously in the same frame, calm, decisive, and without the slightest hesitation.
In an instant, the situation changed drastically.
Dragonite let out a long and majestic roar, and thick dark clouds gathered in the sky at a visible speed, blotting out the sun.
At the other end, the giant golden monster's scarlet single eye suddenly lit up, and endless yellow sand rose into the sky from the Gobi Desert, forming a golden sand wall connecting heaven and earth!
Dark clouds and yellow sand collided fiercely in the very center of the sky!
Thunder rumbled in the dark clouds, and sand roared in the storm!
The entire Gobi Desert is forcibly divided into two areas by these two completely different weather conditions!
Lin Che's pupils trembled violently.
This is no longer a simple skill-based game.
This is a forced rewriting of the entire battlefield rules! It is a declaration of divine authority exercised through its own great power!
The following scene completely shattered Lin Che's previous understanding of the words "…|| Pokémon Battle".
"storm!"
With the flapping of Dragonite's wings, the air currents between heaven and earth were instantly stirred up. These were no longer ordinary moves described in the game data, but rather visible, destructive tornadoes capable of tearing through steel! Where the storms passed, solid rock layers were easily ripped apart, shredded, and reduced to dust!
Faced with this cataclysmic power, the giant silver monster simply hovered in place.
Its crossed arms remained motionless, but just as the destructive storm was about to hit, its body would make an extremely small, yet incredibly precise, sideways shift.
It was only a displacement of a few centimeters.
The storm's core, powerful enough to destroy a small mountain, whizzed past its metallic outer shell without causing any real damage.
Terrifying computing power!
It can predict every trajectory of a storm in the ever-changing and chaotic airflow, and perfectly avoid it at the lowest cost!
The situation of the war is changing rapidly.
The two sides went from the most basic weather-related game to making the ultimate use of every inch of the venue.
One of Dragonite's breath attacks is not for attack, but to melt a patch of rock and create a slippery swamp.
Metagross's Iron Punch wasn't meant to hit, but rather to shatter a giant rock, raising a cloud of dust and disrupting its opponent's vision.
The aftereffects of their skills became their new weapons.
The entire Gobi Desert became their chessboard.
Lin Che's palms were sweating profusely; he even forgot to breathe.
This goes beyond the realm of tactics; it's a terrifying game that's almost like "predicting the future"!
They were even predicting that legendary Z-Move, which was powerful enough to deliver a decisive blow!