Flygon was thoroughly startled to realize that it had temporarily lost its tracking parameters over the fluid sand layers.
Sustaining the raw concussive velocity of that Outrage-infused war cry, the desert flyer felt as if a colossal iron mallet had struck its skull head-on. Its vision swam with severe sensory static, and its heavy body plummeted out of the clouds like a kite with severed guide-strings.
"Hold your focus, Flygon! Consume this!"
Utilizing a seamless, short-range psychokinetic distortion, Feng Che manually warped a premium Full Restore directly into Flygon's open beak mid-fall.
A cool, programmatic wave of pure restorative energy flooded from the desert dragon's core, instantly purging the cognitive static and dampening the high-frequency neural friction humming across its nervous system.
With its baseline processing stabilized, Flygon's instinctual manipulation over the loose terrain scaled to an even higher threshold.
"Heh, I intentionally dissolved a pristine Ground-attribute Catalyst into that solution. It's engineered explicitly to double its baseline earth-compression metrics," Feng Che smiled coldly.
The shifting dunes churned with catastrophic violence. A blinding sandstorm blanketed every viable coordinate of the Grand Coliseum, completely burying the structural floor under several meters of dense, rushing quartz sand.
Flygon unraveled its core form completely, its silhouette expanding as it fused with the elements to manifest an apocalyptic Sandstorm Dragon.
"Flygon, Dragon Pulse!"
The sand leviathan unhinged its jaws, condensing a massive, volatile orb of draconic energy before launching the glowing sphere straight down Kommo-o's trajectory.
"Kommo-o, brace your armor and absorb the strike!" Zera barked.
The pseudo-legendary crossed its muscled forearms before its chest, the heavy golden scales along its frame vibrating at extreme frequencies to form a kinetic buffer.
The Dragon Pulse slammed into its defensive alignment, the sheer concussive pressure forcing Kommo-o backward across the stone floor, its lower limbs carving two deep, smoking fractures through the bedrock.
With a feral roar, the berserker threw a straight straight punch, manually shattering the remaining energy of the Dragon Pulse into a wave of harmless static particles.
Yet, despite deflecting the primary cutting edge, the intense thermal friction left severe, smoking abrasions across its outer plates. Concurrently, a dense matrix of golden static arcs suddenly erupted across its hide, forcing an immediate Paralysis lock.
"The 30% status trigger finalized," Feng Che calculated smoothly.
"Kommo-o, show them the absolute depth of our physical threshold!" Zera roared, his own eyes flashing with madness.
The berserker took a deep, structural breath, locking its alignment to deliver a standard, maximum-torque physical thrust.
Facing the tidal wave of oncoming sand, Kommo-o simply threw a straight right punch into the wind.
The kinetic shockwave was completely invisible. A fraction of a second later, a massive, localized depression buckled the chest of the Sandstorm Dragon, the kinetic force traveling through its liquid form until a massive, distorted rupture exploded out of its spine.
BOOM!
The Sandstorm Dragon disintegrated into a chaotic downpour of loose quartz grains, the high-velocity sand striking the perimeter walls like artillery shrapnel.
Sustaining the heavy cellular feedback of the maximum execution, Kommo-o's breath turned shallow and ragged as the red hue faded from its eyes, officially exiting the Outrage matrix.
Flygon lay limp on the broken turf, its stamina depleted. Yet, just as the berserker stepped forward to administer a finishing blow, the post-Outrage neural degradation finalized.
Kommo-o suddenly clutched its skull, roaring manically as it began discharging blind, unrestricted Dragon Pulses into every quadrant of the arena. The erratic energy beams incinerated the remaining sand drifts, clearing the field.
"Dammit... the hyper-excitation state was sustained for too long. Its neural receptors have collapsed into total Confusion," Zera realized grimly, his tactical composure cracking. "I let my own battle hunger cloud my tracking metrics; I failed to pull it back before the metabolic threshold expired."
Seizing the critical window of cognitive dissonance, Flygon gathered the absolute last thread of its operational reserves. Wrapping its battered frame in a dense, pressurized shell of roaring draconic energy, it launched a definitive, point-blank Dragon Rush.
The desert dragon transformed into a colossal, falling draconic meteor, hurtling straight toward the disoriented titan.
Locked within its confusion matrix, Kommo-o failed to register the vector.
BOOM!
A spectacular, towering mushroom cloud of fire and pulverized granite rose smoothly into the sky. The sheer concussive force of the mutual impact was so immense that the expanding shockwave manually shattered the psychic barrier erected by Chief Sky's Gardevoir, sending a violent gale tearing through the executive galleries.
The entire Coliseum vibrated violently as if caught in a high-magnitude earthquake.
Up in the observation suite, Chief Sky slammed a hand over his face, his frame visibly trembling with intense administrative irritation.
"This is officially the largest, most structurally reinforced arena available at central headquarters... and these two monsters have systematically reduced it to rubble."
"Do they have any structural concept of how much capital a complete reconstruction project requires?!"
Although the League treasury had just been heavily reinforced by the plundered capital of the Poacher network, Chief Sky had absolutely zero intention of routing those funds to cover the maintenance invoices of a promotion showcase.
"Utterly ridiculous," the old Grandmaster groaned, letting out a long, weary sigh.
"Forget the logistics allocation. The repair invoices for this court will be billed directly to the two combatants."
"If my mathematical processing is correct, a standard deduction spanning roughly twenty years of their official League salaries should comfortably clear the baseline maintenance costs." The old leader finalized the decree with a cold smile.
As the dense dust cloud slowly drifted out of the open-air ceiling, a colossal crater dominated the center of the stadium, the bedrock so thoroughly pulverized that faint pools of dark-red molten magma were starting to weep through the deep subterranean fissures.
Flygon lay flat on its stomach near the lip of the crater, its wings clipped and its hide heavily fractured—completely incapacitated.
On the opposing flank, Kommo-o's golden armor plates were entirely shattered, its bipedal chassis collapsing limply onto the broken granite—equally knocked out.
The second leg had resulted in a brutal, double-attrition draw.
"An extraordinary pedigree... the title of The Apex Below Champion is well-earned," Feng Che analyzed silently, clicking his luxury ball to secure his flyer.
Throughout the closing sequence, he had quietly authorized Mewtwo to bypass the arena's local encryption protocols, digging directly into the League's secure databases to compile a comprehensive tactical file on the proctor.
Zera stood as the premier Dragon specialist stationed at central command. His personal mentor was none other than Senior Vice Chief Tian—the living legend whose baseline operational power sat at the absolute summit of the Champion tier. Furthermore, Zera carried the hereditary traits of the ancient Dragon Clans; his internal core commanded an immense volume of Dragon Command Force capable of artificially overriding his partner's biological limitations mid-combat.
"Superb mechanical execution, Gym Leader Feng Che! I've reviewed your historical performance metrics across the regional files," Zera laughed manically, recalling his fallen berserker. "But seeing your synergy live is an entirely different caliber of stimulus."
"Excellent! Every nerve in my body is finally firing!"
"My vanguard has been retired, but my stable houses an asset of far denser material composition."
"Come forth, Duraludon!"
Zera unclipped a heavy, reinforced capsule, deploying his secondary combat asset onto the fractured Qingyu granite.
The Dragon-type predator possessed a towering, bipedal dinosaurian silhouette composed almost entirely of a polished, high-purity alloy. Its skull was seamlessly integrated into its main torso structure via clean, architectural lines, supported by a heavy, monolithic tail protrusion that acted as a structural counterweight along its spine. Striated, sweeping metallic curves accented its flanks, its heavy palms, ventral plates, and lower claws composed of specialized, multi-hued high-tensile metals.
Despite its body being composed entirely of an alloy whose material hardness rivaled diamond structures, the specialized metal was incredibly lightweight, keeping its total biological mass locked at a mere 40.0 kg.
This specialized composition granted Duraludon an explosive, hyper-agile operational velocity that completely contradicted its heavy, industrial profile. However, the lineage carried a distinct material flaw—the alloy lacked total chemical resistance to corrosive compounds, making it highly susceptible to oxidation and rusting over long exposures.
While a standard wild specimen typically topped out at a modest 1.8 meters in height, Zera's Duraludon was a towering anomaly—standing at a colossal 3.0 meters, it looked every bit like a massive, walking skyscraper of polished iron.
The towering machine opened its structural plates, projecting an incredibly dense, oppressive wave of raw Dragon Pressure that locked down directly onto Feng Che's position.
"A magnificent canvas for a complete meltdown," Feng Che smiled coldly, selecting a luxury ball from his harness. "Let's see how your iron column handles a true apex predator. Go, Incineroar!"
The bipedal Fire-type juggernaut erupted onto the field, delivering a deafening, resonant roar that shook the remaining structural rafters as its feline eyes locked directly onto the metallic titan.