BOOM!
Quartz sand detonated outward in every direction.
A high-velocity, spinning vortex of coarse sand had instantly materialized around Flygon, forging an absolute Sand Tomb shield to buffer the mechanical kinetic impact. Kommo-o's heavy fist struck the rotating barrier, only to feel its immense kinetic force absorbed and dispersed like a hammer hitting dense cotton.
"Utilizing the rotational friction of a localized sandstorm to manually bleed away my partner's raw muscle torque? Flawless tactical reaction, Feng Che! You've successfully awakened my hunger for battle."
"Kommo-o, crack the shell with Bullet Punch!"
Two thick columns of pressurized white steam vented from Kommo-o's nostrils. It braced its stance and launched a blistering counter-offensive against the shifting sand shield, its arms transforming into a multi-layered phantom matrix that resembled a thousand-armed Buddha.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud!
A continuous, rapid-fire succession of concussive sonic cracks—resembling a string of high-yield firecrackers detonating simultaneously—shook the air. The sheer frequency of the rapid-fire punches hammered the Sand Tomb shield relentlessly, manually pulverizing the dense quartz wall back into loose, scattering dust grains.
Yet, when the perimeter cleared, Flygon's biological core was nowhere to be found.
Sensing the mechanical disparity early in the sequence, the desert dragon had proactively utilized the visual distortion of the dust to execute a high-speed Dig, slipping cleanly beneath the granite bedrock.
Suddenly, dozens of massive, sand-sheathed pillars resembling hardened, calcified trees burst violently through the Qingyu stone floor, surging upward to impale Kommo-o from below.
Kommo-o moved with feral, martial precision, its claws transforming into razor-sharp slashing blades. With a sequence of fluid vertical cuts, it cleanly cleaved the oncoming calcified pillars into flying debris.
But as the sand shards rained down, an even greater matrix of reinforced, sand-woven tendrils erupted from the broken fissures, whistling through the air with a high-pitched crack.
Thwack! Thwack!
The reinforced tendrils lashed violently against Kommo-o's golden armor plates, the impacts ringing out like heavy steel rods striking iron sheets.
Sustaining the direct physical pain, the armored dragon's breath grew noticeably heavier and more volatile. It reached out, its claw clamping down on an oncoming sand vine and instantly crushing the dense quartz structure to dust with its bare hands.
Watching the pseudo-legendary's baseline physical power index multiply exponentially following the superficial damage, Feng Che's jaw subtly dropped.
"Is this Kommo-o a closet masochist or something?" Feng Che muttered, thoroughly dumbfounded by its biology.
The armored giant crossed its heavy fists and slammed them down with maximum-torque Superpower directly into the stadium floor.
CRACK!
The exceptionally dense, interlocking slabs of Qingyu Granite buckled and fractured under the immense concussive force, splitting into a matrix of yawning fissures.
"Marvelous... Zera's beast is crossing deeper into its combat frenzy," Chief Sky sighed from the VIP observation gallery, his eyelids twitching slightly. "Even this reinforced Champion-tier arena will require a complete structural reconstruction by the logistics teams before the sun sets."
Aula could only nod in silent, pained agreement, the two executives sharing a look of absolute political weariness.
BOOM!
A secondary shockwave sent loose sand grains rippling outward like high-velocity shrapnel, the quartz crystals embedding themselves deeply into the distant granite walls.
Flygon burst out from a hidden subterranean fault line, fanning its translucent, blood-red wing-covers to hover gracefully amidst the falling dust.
At that exact moment, the desert flyer activated its primary racial trait to its absolute operational maximum.
It funneled its internal ground-type energy core directly into the stadium's bedrock, manually disrupting the molecular bonds of the Qingyu Granite. Within seconds, the dense stone slabs crumbled, dissolving into an endless, shifting sea of deep desert dunes.
The transformation was absolute. By converting the Grand Coliseum into a localized desert biome, Flygon locked down a 200% mechanical output multiplier across its entire ground and rock-type matrix.
"Flygon, Stone Edge!"
Flygon unhinged its jaws, projecting a haunting, high-frequency draconic song that vibrated through the sandstorm.
Responding to the acoustic resonance, the deep dunes churned. Dozens of arm-thick, needle-sharp stone lances condensed around Flygon's flight path. It snapped its wings forward, launching the massive stone artillery spikes straight toward the bipedal dragon like a volley of railgun rockets.
"Kommo-o, Mach Punch!"
Faced with the raining artillery, Kommo-o's muscled torso expanded further, every single golden armor plate along its spine and limbs flaring outward. The heavy metal plates rubbed against each other at extreme speed, generating a deafening, rhythmic clinking chime.
This was the absolute peak of a Dragon-type's psychological focus—the physical manifestation of a lethal Clangorous Soulblaze sequence.
"Now, unleash Clanging Scales!" Zera roared.
The pseudo-legendary unleashed a world-shaking, primordial draconic shriek from its throat.
Feng Che watched as a physical, distorted shockwave of compressed acoustic energy rippled across the field. Every single incoming Stone Edge lance that breached Kommo-o's immediate personal airspace was instantly pulverized into a fine mist of grey powder by the sheer frequency of the sound.
"Seize the opening, Kommo-o! Scale Shot!"
The giant violently ripped a handful of its own razor-sharp, blood-flecked armor scales from its forearms, hurling them forward like a volley of high-velocity throwing daggers.
Flygon fanned its wings, drawing a massive, tidal wave of loose sand from the floor to intercept the projectile grid.
The moment the Scale Shots disappeared into the sand wave, a sequence of sharp, internal detonations echoed through the field.
The sand tsunami shattered into loose dust. The clever Kommo-o had woven a subtle delay-charge into the scales, manually detonating the plates via friction to disrupt the ground matrix from within.
However, under Flygon's total dominion, the desert sand reservoir was mathematically infinite.
The desert dragon pulsed its wings again, drawing an even more colossal wave from the dunes. The churning sands coalesced into a massive, five-headed Golden Sovereign Sand-Dragon that roared down upon Kommo-o's coordinates.
"Kommo-o, displace!"
Bracing its hyper-muscled hind legs, the armored giant leaped high into the sky to evade the sand dragon's maw. A secondary Stone Edge spike shot out from the dunes to pin it mid-air, but Kommo-o calmly extended two thick fingers, catching the high-velocity lance cleanly between its knuckles.
The golden scales across its torso vibrated violently.
"Use Autotomize, then transition immediately into Clanging Scales!" Zera commanded, his arm sweeping forward as he channeled a continuous stream of his raw Dragon Aura into his partner's core.
"To think an Elite-tier Flygon could master terrain engineering to this degree... its manipulation of loose earth metrics is world-class," Zera noted, a savage look of appreciation glinting in his golden eyes.
By violently shedding the worn, fractured outer layers of its heavy armor scales, Kommo-o drastically reduced its overall structural weight, its aerodynamic velocity scaling instantly.
Following the weight reduction, the remaining pristine plates along its torso began rubbing together with extreme friction, creating a piercing, crystal-clear acoustic frequency.
A high-pitched, shattering tone erupted from its body, the extreme sound waves causing the ambient air around its frame to visibly warp and ripple.
The five-headed Sand-Dragon directed by Flygon's consciousness collapsed instantly, its internal tracking loops completely undone by the frequency as the massive sand construct dissolved back into a harmless heap of loose sand grains.
Even Flygon's neural pathways were compromised by the sound-wave friction; its large red eyes clouded over as it entered a state of severe Confusion.
"Haha! My Kommo-o weaves custom, high-frequency neural-disruption pulses into its Clanging Scales matrix!" Zera laughed triumphantly. "Your flyer's conscious control has been completely severed. Without its mental guidance, that loose sand is nothing but an empty floor!"
Right at that critical inflection point, Feng Che executed a thoroughly professional tournament maneuver. He reached into his storage ring, extracting a sleek, pitch-black Poke-Flute.
He pressed the device to his lips, blowing a single, piercingly clear, high-potency acoustic note across the arena. The customized frequency hit Flygon's neural receptors, instantly snapping its mind back into absolute clarity.
The loose sand drifts erupted once more, a fresh layer of the sandstorm wrapping tightly around Flygon's chassis to secure its defensive perimeter.
"Tsk... troublesome brat! Kommo-o, enter Outrage!"
Zera's patience officially evaporated. It was the first time an Elite-tier opponent had managed to neutralize his tactical loops so fluidly, forcing him to authorize a move that imposed severe cellular degradation on his anchor.
A silent, deeply buried structural plate near Kommo-o's heart flipped open.
Its irises turned an absolute, unholy blood-red, thick columns of raw, visible purple draconic plasma venting continuously from its mouth-parts as its baseline kinetic torque multiplied fourfold.
The berserker opened its jaws, delivering an absolute, world-ending war cry.
The sheer acoustic weight of the Outrage blast manually obliterated the surrounding sandstorm, completely blowing away the yellow sand blocks across the center of the stadium to reveal the raw stone floor below.