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Lin Che raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The setting sun was slowly sinking below the distant snow line, painting the rolling mountains with a magnificent golden hue.
He temporarily suppressed the thought of returning to school to let his family know he was safe.
Opportunities are fleeting.
He wanted to atop Kunlun Mountain, at the end of this perilous and wondrous journey, to add to his already powerful team an overwhelming force capable of crushing everything!
Chapter 82 The Poor Iron Palm Warrior! The Kunlun Mountains are completely sealed off!
Ancient battlefield ruins.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of rust and dust, a unique scent emanating from countless battles, from blood seeping into the rocks and being honed by the wind and sand over millennia.
The jagged, jagged rocks, every deep crack and every broken piece of stone, silently tell the story of the fierce battles that once took place here. This is a paradise for Fighting-type Pokémon, and also their arena. Under the cruel laws of nature, those who survive here are all battle-hardened powerhouses.
Lin Che's steps were light, yet each step was extremely steady.
His gaze swept over the wrists and strength of those engaged in primitive sparring among the rocks, and finally settled on the center of the area.
He found his goal for this trip—the black belt.
The black cloth belt was casually tied around the waist of a Pokémon, serving as a waistband. The belt itself was inconspicuous, yet it subtly emanated a pure and refined Fighting-type energy fluctuation, perfectly blending with the wearer's aura.
Its owner was an Iron Palm Warrior.
Its size far surpasses that of its kind; its muscular arms are thicker than an adult's waist, and every inch of its skin is a deep red from long-term beatings, covered with crisscrossing white scars, its badges of honor as a king.
A group of Armwagon and Machoke warriors surrounded it, their eyes filled with awe. It simply sat cross-legged, yet the powerful pressure emanating from its peak Gym Leader level distorted the surrounding air, forming an indisputable territory.
Who else but him could be the leader of this ancient battlefield ruin?
"Master level? Perfect, let's try out the team's new tactics!"
A slight smile played on Lin Che's lips, and a flicker of fighting spirit quietly ignited deep within his calm eyes. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.
This step marked the beginning of the challenge.
"Nine-Tails, activate the [Aurora Curtain]!"
The instructions were clear and calm.
With a soft, ethereal chirp, the nine-tailed fox beside him took a graceful step, its nine long, snow-white tails unfurling behind it.
In an instant, a dazzling energy barrier, woven from pale green and ice blue, descended from the sky, instantly enveloping Lin Che and all his Pokémon. The barrier rippled gently like water, the temperature in the air plummeted, and a visible, crystalline shield covered the bodies of all his companions, maximizing their resistance to physical and special damage.
"Roar!"
The Iron Palm Warrior sensed the intrusion of this foreign energy and suddenly opened his eyes.
Those were eyes filled with battle and wildness. It slowly stood up, its massive body casting a mountain-like shadow, and with a deafening roar, a gust of wind was stirred up.
It was provoked.
With heavy strides, each step left a clear footprint on the hard rock. It began its charge, carrying the force to shatter city walls, its target the only trainer in the arena.
"Hakron, use [Dragon Dance] to restrain it!"
Lin Che's instructions were unhurried, as if everything was under his control.
Hakron let out a clear, melodious roar and nimbly soared into the air. Its graceful body circled in mid-air, performing mysterious, dance-like movements, while rings of golden energy appeared and exploded around it, merging into its body.
Attack power increased!
Speed has been greatly improved!
Facing the devastating straight-line charge of Iron Palm Warrior, Hakron showed no fear. It transformed into a blue streak of light, continuously circling around Iron Palm Warrior at high speed.
Sometimes, it will seize an opening, its long tail wrapped in rushing water, and deliver a precise [Water Tail] lash to the Iron Palm Warrior's back.
The harm is minimal, but the insult is extremely strong.
Iron Palm Warrior roared in frustration, waving his huge, fan-like hands in an attempt to swat down the annoying "flying snake," but Hakron was too fast. Each attack was accompanied by a whistling gust of wind, yet Hakron couldn't even touch its shadow.
For the first time, this king of the battlefield felt frustrated and irritable.
Its attention was completely drawn to the agile figure in the sky.
At that moment, Lin Che's pupils suddenly contracted.
The time has come.
"Zhixing, [Trick Space]!"
This crucial instruction was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.
Zhi Xing, which had been quietly hovering beside Lin Che, suddenly flashed a deep light in its huge, colorful eyes that seemed to contain the stars and the universe.
Om-!
An invisible, strange energy, centered on it, instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield!
At this moment, space itself groaned under the weight of its burden.
The distant rocks, the nearby dust—everything began to distort and stretch in everyone's view, as if the whole world had become an abstract painting that had been arbitrarily kneaded.
In an instant, the laws of space were forcibly overturned!
The definition of speed has been completely reversed!
Originally slow-moving and relying on absolute strength to suppress opponents, the Iron Palm Warrior's speed advantage—"slowness"—is reversed into an absolute disadvantage within the realm of the [Trick Space].
Its powerful charge abruptly turned into slow motion, frame by frame, halfway through. The raised foot took several seconds to land. The thrown fist traced a ridiculously slow trajectory through the air.
It became a sitting duck that could only move slowly!
The Hakron, which was originally known for its speed, was thus limited, and its flight became sluggish and heavy.
A fighter jet opportunity is fleeting!
"Now! Arcanine, [Flash Charge]!"
Lin Che's voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming incredibly penetrating.
"Ouch——!"
Arcanine roared in response to its master's command. Flames erupted from its massive body, turning every inch of its fur a blinding crimson. The terrifying heat caused the surrounding air to crackle.
With its four legs exerting force, the rocks beneath its feet instantly melted and cracked.
The next second, its entire body transformed into a crimson torrent that tore through the field of vision, without the slightest curve, and with the purest and most violent straight line, it accurately struck the Iron Palm Warrior's chest, which was completely unprepared due to the reversal of speed!
"Bam—!"
A deafening roar, so heavy it made your heart stop, exploded throughout the ruins.
The Iron Palm Warrior's massive body was violently sent flying by the unparalleled impact. It traced an arc through the air before crashing heavily into a distant mountainside, causing a small landslide, and finally fell to the ground, completely incapacitated.
The battle ended in the blink of an eye.
Lin Che slowly walked forward and took the still-warm [black belt] from the waist of the unconscious Iron Palm Warrior.
Then, he gestured to the Nine-Tailed Fox.
A gentle healing wave descended, helping the defeated king recover some of its strength, preventing its injuries from leaving any hidden dangers.
This textbook example of coordinated combat perfectly demonstrates the tremendous leap the team has made in tactical execution since the addition of the "intelligent core" Zhixing.
The wind above the ancient battlefield ruins carried a hint of rust and dust as it brushed against Lin Che's cheek.
He had just carefully put away the black belt containing immense fighting-style primal energy, and a sense of satisfaction stemming from the increase in power was slowly rising from his limbs and bones.
In that moment of tranquility, a deep, oppressive hum, growing louder as it approached, shattered the ancient silence of the Kunlun Mountains.
Lin Che paused, his eyes instantly sharpening.
He raised his head.
At the edge of the horizon, the clouds were stirred and torn apart by an invisible force. Several armed helicopters, painted entirely in a dark gray matte finish, broke through the sea of clouds like steel behemoths descending from the heavens, revealing their menacing outlines. On their fuselages, the Alliance's striking red and white swirl insignia reflected a cold light in the thin sunlight of the plateau.
hum - hum - hum -
The massive airflow generated by the propeller cutting through the air transformed into a gale that swept across the entire land. Debris and dust were whipped up, obscuring visibility.
laugh!laugh!laugh!
The cabin door on the belly of the aircraft slid open silently under the push of the hydraulic rod.
One after another, the pitch-black ropes were precisely thrown down, their metal buckles slamming heavily onto the ground.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures descended from the sky along the ropes with an efficiency far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
They wore close-fitting special operations uniforms, with intricate tactical attachments and miniature energy shield generators clearly visible. Each movement was swift and decisive, landing silently, instantly establishing a defensive formation. Their eyes, cold and focused, scanned every inch of the surrounding land, as if they had practiced countless times.
Light shimmered beside them.
One by one, powerful Pokémon were released simultaneously: a Tyranitar with fierce eyes, an Alakazam with eyes that gleamed with intelligence, and a Scizor with a metallic sheen on its body... Their energy fluctuations did not leak out in the slightest, but were condensed to the extreme. Each one stood firmly on the threshold of the near-Elite One level.
This is a true elite force.
Their goals are clear, and their actions are terrifying.
In just a few minutes, this special operations team, which seemed to have "descended" from the sky, had completely seized control of all the key passes and routes in the Kunlun Mountains that faced the outside world with an irresistible and thunderous force.
An invisible net has now enveloped the entire mountain range.
Lin Che did not attempt to escape.
Faced with such overwhelming power and efficiency displayed by the opponent, any rash action would be tantamount to provocation.
He simply stood there quietly, waiting for the other person to make contact.
Soon, a patrol team of three, arranged in a standard triangular attack formation, rapidly approached him. The leader, with his sharply defined features, fixed his piercing gaze on Lin Che.
"Trainer, please show your identification."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a unique, undeniable penetrating power characteristic of soldiers.
Lin Che remained calm and cooperatively took out his League Trainer ID from his pocket and handed it over.
The team leader took the identification, and a team member next to him immediately stepped forward and aimed a precision instrument on his wrist at the identification. A pale blue beam of light swept across it, and Lin Che's complete registration information immediately appeared on the instrument's screen.
The information verification process lasted less than ten seconds.
The captain's expression visibly softened a little, and the sharp aura he had shown against the unknown threat subsided slightly, but his tone remained absolutely firm.