Pokémon the Movie: The Journey of a Slate

The remaining power of Garchomp's roar that announced his arrival was still reverberating on the mountaintop. The air seemed to be frozen by an invisible pressure. Sirona's golden hair fluttered in the air currents stirred by dragon energy. Her gray-blue eyes locked onto Eslo, and her voice pierced through the brief silence, "Xiaoluo, the next battle will not be as simple as before."

Although there is only one level difference between fighting legends and champions, there is a huge gap between them. This is because the essential difference between them is actually equivalent to the transformation and evolution of life levels. After completing this round of transformation, the elves will gain the capital to confront those high gods head-on in a short period of time.

"Crack!" Garchomp's sharp dark yellow vertical pupils pierced through the dense smoke and dust, accurately locking onto the last Poké Ball on Eslo's waist. Her huge fin blades collided lightly, making a low sound of metal friction, and the terrifying momentum spread again with a roar.

Aislo tightly grasped the Poké Ball that had taken back the Moon Eevee. He took a deep breath, and the biting cold wind mixed with dust and dragon might poured into his lungs, but it could not cool the fighting spirit burning in his chest.

The boy raised his head. There was no fear in his obsidian eyes, only a calm determination. He gently loosened his hand holding the Eevee Poké Ball and touched one of the last two dark balls on his waist. His voice was not loud, but it resounded clearly throughout the platform, "Ma, it's our turn!"

The dark ball turned into a faint light and silently sank into the center of the platform. There was no deafening roar, no earth-shaking power, only absolute silence.

The next moment, the light on the platform seemed to be distorted by an invisible hand, and an elegant and mysterious figure slowly walked out of an ink painting, silently condensing into shape.

Zoroark's entire body was covered with fur that was a mixture of scarlet and jet-black, with fluffy, hair-like mane floating behind his neck. His narrow, azure eyes stared calmly at the huge monster opposite that was emitting a terrifying dragon's might. An eerie silence surrounded the sky above the platform, as if even the howling wind and snow had lost their sound.

"Ma..." Aislo called softly, no more words were needed, their minds were already connected - this was what they had agreed on, the stage for Ma (Chapter 237).

"Roar!" Garchomp let out a threatening growl, and the violent dragon might pressed towards Ma like a real tsunami. However, the pressure that was enough to make an ordinary champion-level Pokémon lose its mind was quietly dissolved when it touched the range of several meters around Ma. Ma even shook his long hair gracefully, and a barely perceptible hint of mockery flashed across his blue eyes.

"Grecoil, Dragon Wave!" Shirona took the lead, testing and attacking at the same time. She knew very well the strangeness of Ma's illusion, so she had to tear open the curtain with absolute strength.

The Gargoyles opened their huge mouths and a torrent of deep blue dragon breath condensed with destructive energy roared out. Wherever the dragon breath passed, the air was distorted and the remaining ice chips vaporized instantly.

Facing this devastating blow, Ma's figure swayed gently like catkins in the wind.

Swish!

The torrent of dragon breath penetrated the position where Ma was, smashing a huge piece of ice rock behind him. However, the figure of "Ma" who was hit disappeared like water waves - this was just an illusion.

The real Ma had appeared diagonally above and to the left of Tyrannosaurus Rex without anyone noticing, his slender claws surrounded by a dim light.

"Fraud!" Aislo's command came simultaneously.

Ma's figure disappeared in an instant, turning into a dark stream of light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, piercing and biting the relatively fragile neck and dorsal fin connection of the land shark.

However, Garchomp's rich combat experience was fully demonstrated at this moment. She didn't even look back, and her huge tail covered with heavy scales swept backwards fiercely with a scream that tore through the air as if she had predicted.

Dragon tail!

boom!

With an extremely dull collision, the dark light was blown away by the powerful counterattack. Ma's figure rolled several times in the air before he could barely stabilize. Just now, he was really almost pulled back into the Poké Ball.

"Gruiss, sandstorm!" Shirona took advantage of the situation to pursue, intending to stimulate Garchomp's sand power characteristics while changing the environment on a large scale to test whether Garchomp was currently in an illusion.

A pure sandstorm suddenly formed with Garchomp as its center. The rolling yellow sand caused visibility on the battlefield to drop sharply.

"Ma, meditate!" Aislo was unmoved. He was not in a hurry. After all, it was not him but Shirona who left the situation on the field to the elves to judge.

Sandstorm weather will greatly affect the trainer's field of vision, resulting in the trainer relying mainly on the Pokémon's combat experience in battle. This is also an important reason why the Sandstorm Team is criticized, but Eslo, who possesses the power of waves, will undoubtedly not be affected by this defect.

Ma's figure was looming in the sandstorm. He hovered in the air with his azure eyes slightly closed. A deep and vast spiritual wave spread out with him as the center. When the sand and gravel approached his body, it seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and its trajectory was deflected.

"Griffin, Dragon Claw!" How could Garchomp give her opponent a chance to strengthen? The huge energy dragon claws gathered on her claws again, tearing through the sandstorm and grabbing at Ma who was meditating.

This time, the dragon claw seemed to hit the target firmly, and a loud explosion of energy collision was heard in the sandstorm.

But Shirona and Garchomp's expressions did not relax at all. The "Ma" hit by the dragon claws shattered like a mirror again, and the fragments merged into the sandstorm. Above Garchomp's head, another Ma wrapped in dark energy quietly emerged, with even deeper shadow energy condensed at the tip of its claws - Phantom Power Suit!

Because the opponent he was facing was a legendary warrior, Ma did not dare to use illusions too frequently. Firstly, he was afraid that if he used it too often, his opponent would notice the pattern. Secondly, he was worried that he would consume too much energy and become weak in the later stages of the battle.

"Another illusion?" Sirona's heart was filled with alarm.

"Ma, Dark Blast!" Without hesitation, Eslo waved his arm, and the dark energy at the tip of Ma's claws instantly expanded, turning into an extremely deep dark sphere that seemed to be able to swallow all light, and silently covered the Liebiting Land Shark.

Under Ma's continuous development and the guidance of Darkrai and others, the skill of Dark Blast successfully has two different forms of expression, long-range and short-range. The short-range is mainly manifested as the evil energy wrapping around a part of Ma's body to attack, while the long-range is very similar to Darkrai's Dark Hole, which also contains a little bit of the nightmare power that Ma learned from Darkrai. Of course, the effects of the two skills are not the same. The Dark Hole directly pulls the opponent into sleep, while the Dark Blast is more about turning nightmares into illusions to interfere with the opponent's judgment.

"Ah!" Tyrannosaurus roared. Her rich fighting instincts gave her an extraordinary sense of danger. She did not choose to resist. Instead, her huge body sank suddenly with an agility that was inconsistent with her size, while her left arm covered with fin blades blocked at her side.

Buzz - boom!

The energy of the dark blast brushed past the edge of Garchomp's raised fin blade. Although it failed to hit him directly, it still caused a horrific explosion after landing. The dazzling light directly swallowed Garchomp's figure, and the sandstorm seemed to be paused.