Pokémon: The Road to the Champion of Full-Level Players

In the dark square like a hell, Fang Yuxuan's words kept echoing in the only remaining light. Although his voice was not loud, it spread to the ears of everyone around him.

"What? A lethal fire-type move?" Dazhi's voice soared like thunder, "Then wasn't it your Charizard? The damage of your Charizard wasn't lethal enough? The entire battlefield was destroyed. Why are you so stupid, don't you have any idea?"

"Since you know it is a weakness and have the ability to restrain it, you still hide it, which is a bit unethical!" Dazhi said angrily.

His voice is much louder than Fang Yuxuan's, so people here can hear it clearly.

After hearing Dazhi's words, they were stunned for a moment, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief based on their impressions of the tragic situation on the battlefield.

Their Pokémon couldn't break through those black clouds, but that was just because they weren't strong enough. After watching Fang Yuxuan's battle, even some viewers or staff members who considered themselves strong realized their own strength.

The gap in strength was so large that all the viewers believed that Fang Yuxuan's fire-breathing dragon could break through those black clouds and resist the unknown terror ahead.

"Charizard! Charizard! Charizard!"

Someone in the crowd called out, and immediately everyone followed him.

Hiro, who was at the edge of the crowd, always alert to the incoming black mist, knew that it was not his fire-breathing dragon that everyone was shouting for, but he still couldn't help but look back.

On the high platform, Fang Yuxuan looked at the excited audience below. He shook his head and said softly: "No!"

As soon as these words came out, all the audience were stunned for an instant, and their voices suddenly stopped. The girls who supported Fang Yuxuan looked confused and lost.

Even Zhao Weijian, Ye Lao and others, who had just had a smile on their faces, were the same. Their smiles gradually disappeared, and they seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and they all looked at Fang Yuxuan.

"Why?" Dazhi asked.

"My fire-breathing dragon... may not be able to cause fatal damage to them on its own." Fang Yuxuan said expressionlessly.

This voice was like a giant hammer, smashing down the hopes that rose in everyone's hearts, and they were in a shadow, unable to accept the light again.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. This contrast between heaven and earth made it difficult for them to accept it for a while.

"How could it be? You are so powerful. You can even destroy the alliance's B-level barrier. Why..."

Someone in the audience asked a question, but he did not finish speaking. His face showed frustration, depression and dejection.

Even though he despises all ambitions, he doesn't know what to say at this moment. He is the person who can best understand how powerful Fang Yuxuan's fire-breathing dragon is. This feeling of powerlessness is something he has never felt before.

But even with such amazing strength, this kid doesn't have the confidence to deal with those guys who don't know where they came from?

"Are those guys really so evil? Even such a terrifying explosion can't destroy them?" Da Zhi was curious in his heart, which made him very suspicious.

Sensing that the atmosphere around him was a bit gloomy, Fang Yuxuan knew that this was not a good thing. After thinking about his words for a moment, he forced out a smile and said:

"As you all know, my fire-breathing dragon is not in the best condition, so it is naturally impossible to cause horrific damage like before. After all, it has not recovered yet, and there is nothing that can be done about it. But... I am not the only one now. People, aren’t you still here? We can all go together! Don’t you have the confidence to attack with so many people?”

His words were like a ray of light in the dark night penetrating into people's hearts, causing everyone who had lowered their heads to raise their heads again. Only then did they recall that Fang Yuxuan's fire-breathing dragon had experienced a battle with the ambitious Dairakion. In a war, it is normal to be unable to recover in a short period of time.

"Yes, there are us! With so many of us, there should be more than a few people with fire-type Pokémon, right? What's more, there are also top eight players - Hiro's Charizard. His Charizard should be restored. It has reached its peak state, and with the comprehensive improvement of super evolution, it will not be much worse." Someone was full of energy, his eyes were shining, and he spoke to persuade everyone.

"Yes, I am a trainer who specializes in fire attributes. Let the fiery hearts of me and the Pokémon burn the darkness in front of us!" Someone else clenched their fists in response.

"Working together, we will be able to break the darkness! Let's all work together. I don't believe that with the help of such a powerful trainer, we can't break this pretentious thing!"

Their words seemed to ignite hope in people's hearts. Everyone's eyes lit up again, with smiles on their faces, they raised their fists one after another and spoke in agreement.

"Work together! Break the darkness! Work together! Break the darkness..."

Countless straight arms were raised to the night sky, and the sound was suddenly powerful enough to break through the clouds like a rainbow.

Among them, the little girl Qiqi, who had always been hiding behind Fang Yuxuan, was also infected by the atmosphere around her. She quietly raised her little hand and said the same words as them, but her voice was so weak that only she and Ibrahimovic could hear it.

When the Pokémon in the audience saw their trainers like this, they raised their hands, raised their heads, and jumped up to express their determination.

In the entire battlefield, only Fang Yuxuan, Zhao Weijian and Ye Lao did not raise their hands and shout. Zhao Weijian and Ye Lao looked at each other with a smile flashing in their eyes.

Fang Yuxuan's expression remained unchanged, his gaze remained in the distance. He felt worried but did not show it. In the eyes of outsiders, he looks calm.

When they were united and united, the black haze and figures on the periphery approached quietly like foam.

"Wow!"

Hiro's fire-breathing dragon, Yoshiha, barked, signaling everyone to get ready.

Everyone immediately shifted their gaze and looked forward with firm eyes.

Feeling the black mist in front of him, Hiro felt that his whole body was about to freeze, as if he was facing a frosty wind blowing directly on his uncovered skin, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Jibo, who was standing in front of Hiro, swung his tail, and the flames at the tip of his tail suddenly surged, and the strong flames brought him some warmth.

"Thanks, Jibo." Hiro hugged his body with his hands, rubbing them up and down to keep warm in front of the fire.

After a while, his eyes inadvertently stayed on the ground. It was at this glance that he noticed the cold air rising from the ground in front of him, and unknowingly, a few ice crystals had condensed.

He was about to remind Jibo, hoping that he would pay attention, but from the side view, he found that a large amount of frost had condensed on the front of its body.

He was greatly shocked and hurriedly said: "Jibo, use the flame jet quickly!"

"Woo~ah!" Jibo spit out fierce flames, and the pillar of fire went straight into the darkness in front of him, like a beam extending into the distance.

But a scene that surprised Hiro happened. The flames only sprayed less than one meter before turning into sparks and scattering, as if there was something invisible blocking them.

"No, Jibo, use the flame vortex!" Hiro realized that something was wrong, immediately made a decision and stepped back.

Jibo in front spewed swirling flames toward the ground. The flames flew past like a red pen and ink outlining slender lines, eventually forming a huge ring of fire. The raging fire continued to burn, blocking the gap between the black mist and Jibo. between.

Swish!

The fierce flames flickered on and off. In the blink of an eye, the black haze engulfed the front end of the circular flame. The black figure directly crossed the limit of the flame and appeared inside the flame vortex.

"How could this happen!?" Hiro felt incredible and had no time to hesitate. He reminded the fire-breathing dragon in front of him: "Jibo, get back quickly!"

At this time, other trainers and their Pokémon who were on the edge noticed something was wrong and had already begun to retreat towards the rear.

Although they know that they need to use destructive fire attribute skills to cause damage to those unknown figures, the range of the destructive skills will definitely not be too small, so they must keep a distance, otherwise they are likely to be Terrorist attacks are at risk.

Countless spectators and Pokémon retreated, and only a solitary figure remained in the front line.

"Woo!" Jibo screamed with some difficulty, but did not obey.

Hiro was startled at first, staring at his Jibo. Then, his eyes moved down, and then he noticed that Jibo's legs had been frozen by the cold air, as well as his arms and neck, which made him unable to lower his head and spray. Release the flames from your legs.

At the same time, the black figure was about to break through the flame vortex and come to Jibo.

"Not good!" Hiro was extremely anxious.

Everyone looked nervously at Jibo and his trainer Hiro, who were standing alone at the front.

Barn</span>No one among them dared to step forward to rescue, and no one was completely sure that they could save Hiro and his fire-breathing dragon, just because they had seen the weirdness and danger in the darkness. .

Of course, more people still didn't react. Among them, there were many little girls standing on tiptoes, jumping up and down, trying to pass through the crowd and see the situation in front of them, but they had no choice but to see only fragmentary "pictures".

"What's going on? Why doesn't that fire-breathing dragon retreat? Is it because he doesn't want to succumb to the darkness, or does he think he can destroy those guys?"

"I don't know, but looking at the anxious look on Hiro's face among the top eight players, something must have happened. Hmm... Is it possible that it is similar to the previous person, affected by some kind of ability, and thus unable to return? Woolen cloth?"

"It's so clear that you still don't know? That's a great guess. Don't guess again next time."

"..."

Black haze filled the air, and the extreme cold began to erode Jibo. The vortex formed by the flames also turned into nothingness, and the firelight disappeared after all.

"Jipo!" Hiro shouted heartbreakingly. His Ren, Bobby, Cruz, and Roz all desperately used their skills to attack the black figure, but whether it was the electric-type Hundred Thousand Volts or the insect-type ones, Silver whirlwinds, rock-type sandstorms, and flying-type winds all had no effect at all.

"It's over!"

This is the voice of everyone. None of them are optimistic about Jibo, and they don't think there is any way to get it out of danger under such circumstances.

"It's a pity that such a powerful trainer can sometimes be powerless. This may be... the tragedy of mankind. If I have Pokémon, I will never let them take risks."

"Not even Hiro's Pokémon can save Charizard, and my Seal Ball, maybe... probably, it seems... can't help much, right?"

"The Pokémon that can be saved are worried about hurting Hiro's Charizard, but the Pokémon that won't hurt it are too weak. Hmm~ What should I do?"

"Sigh, there may be no chance. Even if we take action now, it's already too late. Hiro and his Charizard don't have enough time to retreat."

People remain pessimistic, they are discouraged, and some want to help, but are restricted for various reasons. The failure of Hiro's other Pokémon meant that they were not absolutely sure, or it was already too late to take action.

The black mist is like a huge black hand, covering Ahong's Jibo, as if to bind it. The unpredictable mist surrounded the surface of Jibo's body, and the black figure inside also came to it, as if reaching out, not knowing whether to pull it into his arms or pounce directly on it.

"Fire-breathing dragon, use jet flame!"

At the critical moment, a firm voice came from behind. It was a voice full of hope, as if mixed with light, familiar and trusted by everyone.

The audience turned around subconsciously and saw a blazing flame as domineering as thunder coming from the sky. The fierce pillar of fire passed over their heads and went straight to the figure in the black mist.

boom!

The swift flames poured down from millions of miles across the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens, impacting the black figure at the front.

The fire rolled up the black mist and kept surging. This horrifying scene was like the furious anger of the god of fire. He sent down divine punishment to forcefully penetrate the darkness, shaking the sky and the earth. The black figures were like rafts being shaken by a tsunami, and they could not retreat without any possibility of struggle.

The black haze that was originally invincible like a barrier began to dissipate, and the "light" once again took advantage and took back the "territory" that belonged to them.

Not only that, when Hiro's fire-breathing dragon Jibo also sprayed flames and passed by, the frost-like gas and the ice on the surface of its body were all melted by the flames and turned into painful heat, and the frozen body completely returned to normal.

"Great!" Ahong was overjoyed, quickly came to Jibo's side, and took advantage of this opportunity to retreat back with him.

"Wuhu!"

This scene made the audience who witnessed it burst into cheers instantly. Whether they were men, women, old or young, whether they were powerful trainers or newcomers, or just ordinary people, they were filled with excitement at this moment.

The audience and staff gathered here all looked towards the high platform behind them, where the flames came from. A tall figure stood in the middle of the high platform. The orange-red clothes behind him were fluttering in the wind like a cloak. The red hat on his head covered his eyes, but it did not hinder his outstanding temperament.

The light was like conscious creatures, gathering at his feet, like birds approaching the phoenix and stars overhead.

"As expected of my idols, Kyoko and Charizard are so handsome!"

"This is the real strong man! It turns out that we are so weak in front of existences of this level."

"The gap between strength and strength can be so huge. Player Kyoko constantly refreshes my impression of strong men. In my heart, he can already be ranked alongside the champions of various regions!"

"Wow! Charizard is really powerful. It was able to repel the group of guys we were unable to do any damage with one blow. It's so powerful."

"..."

Contrary to everyone's imagination of being calm and indifferent, Fang Yuxuan was actually a little confused at this moment.

Could it be that I am overthinking it? Are those black figures not who he thought they were? Or are they not that powerful?

There were no answers to these questions yet. He gathered his thoughts and glanced at the fire-breathing dragon behind him.

As early as when Hiro's Jibo was contaminated by the freezing cold, he had already taken out Charizard's Poké Ball.

The main reason why he delayed taking action until now was because just now, when no one was paying attention, he quietly reminded Charizard to continue to restrain his momentum and pretended to be seriously injured.

The voice was deliberately lowered so that only he and the Charizard in the Poké Ball beside his mouth could hear it. Even Qiqi, who was always paying attention to him behind him, didn't notice anything.

As for the question of why Charizard was not seen with any external injuries, I guess no one would ask. After all, the technology in the Pokémon world is so advanced. A single recovery potion can slowly heal Charizard's wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye. How could it not recover after such a long time?

However... the recovery medicine can only restore superficial wounds, but physical strength and internal injuries cannot be recovered so quickly. After all, after suffering such horrific injuries, it is unrealistic to recover in a short time.

Staring at the fire-breathing dragon next to him, he looked up and down, feeling its weak breath and weak appearance. He found that even he couldn't tell the clues. He had to say that this fire-breathing dragon's acting skills were improving day by day.

With this thought in mind, he glanced at Pikachu on the ground without warning and looked at it.

Pikachu: "..."

Fang Yuxuan: "..."

The two communicated silently, and in the end, there were smiles on their faces.

"what?"

Suddenly, a subtle voice reached Fang Yuxuan's ears. His pupils shrank, his attitude was serious, and he looked into the darkness following the voice.

As far as the eye can see, white light flashes like lightning and thunder in the black haze. Through those hazes, uncertain light shines brightly and darkly. It is clearly visible that the black figures stand up again, and they approach the crowd again.

This made Fang Yuxuan frown again. Those guys were indeed not so easy to defeat. Just the sound just now, what happened? He firmly believed that he heard it correctly, that the voice came from the black mist.

From this point of view, perhaps... it is very possible that there are creatures with advanced intelligence hiding in the black mist.

"Human?" He asked himself in his heart, judging various possibilities.

If it were a human being, its nature would be completely different. What kind of guy could contain such powerful power?

Is that technology?

It doesn't look like it. What kind of technology can compare with the B-level barrier created by the alliance? He had personally heard the alliance staff say that it was the alliance's second most powerful defense system.

At least, Fang Yuxuan's fire-breathing dragon could only repel it, but could not break through the defense.

This unprecedented and unheard of power was also the key to making him vigilant. He had never seen it before, so he could not despise everything.

Seeing the black mist approaching again from a distance, Fang Yuxuan clenched his fists and could only deal with it carefully.