Pseudo-Legendaries; Every Trainer dreams of possessing a pseudo-legendary Pokémon; having one suggests that your future achievements will at least reach Elite status.

  All pseudo-legendaries, provided they are trained properly, generally exhibit strength at ae level.

  With exceptional training, reag the elite peak is entirely feasible.

  "Flygon, Fmethrower!"

  The intense fmes erupted, and due to the ck of an energy shield otlefield, the surrounding temperature surged dramatically.

  Spectators, standing over teers away, worried for their safety from the devastation caused by the csh betweewo Pokémon.

  In a wild match without an energy shield, both the Trainer and nearby observers are particurly vulnerable to injury.

  The fmes surged, quickly enveloping half the arena.

  Julian could evehe scorg smell of his hair, and the scorg heat from his skin, which kept stinging his nerves.

  Wild matches be perilous, as the Traihemselves suffer serious sequences.

  For the first time, Dragonair positioself in front of Julian.

  "Dragoh!" Julian anded.

  The sapphire dragon cleaved through the wall of fmes, showg the dragon's tremendous energy.

  However, the fmes didn't vanish but instead fell like raindrops from the sky.

  "Don't bother with me!" Julian instructed, halting Dragonair from rushing in to help as several embers desded around them.

  "Flygon, Sand Tomb! Target the Trainer!" Murphy decred coldly.

  In a wild match, there are no rules; anything goes in the pursuit of victory, including attag the Trainer with Pokémon.

  However, since wild matches are ducted in semi-public settings, killing an opporainer could lead to retribution from their family and friends.

  Of course, if the Trainer is a lone wolf, then there's hardly anything to fear.

  "This is tough," Julian thought, narrowly dodging the fmes from above, only to find that the grouh him was rapidly shifting.

  In an instant, half of his calf was swallowed by the sand.

  The grains acted like a powerful su, pulling him deeper into the ground, making escape nearly impossible.

  This se elicited a slight smirk from Murphy.

  Julian had just mentiohat if he injured nifitly hurt Murphy's Pokémon, he would receive additional rewards alongside the aptitude potion.

  The Sand Tomb was so perilous that entering it as a human could prove fatal; even an attempt to escape could result in broken legs.

  "Dragon Rush!"

  Julian maintained his posure, appearing oblivious to the dangerous sand ensnaring him, as if it were someone else trapped.

  Despite Dragonair's urgency, it obeyed Julian's ands, p its energy into the attack, empowered by its eagero fulfill its Trainer's will.

  Flygon, g a sense ency, suffered from the direct hit of the Dragon-type move, letting out a pained cry as it fell into a teer deep pit, momentarily incapacitated.

  While Murphy felt distressed over his Pokémon's injury, he secretly rejoiced at Julian being stu the Sand Tomb.

  Though Flygon was hurt, Murphy felt victorious.

  "Bang~"

  However, his satisfa was short-lived as the Sand Tomb suddeed with a powerful explosion of sand.

  "What just happened?"

  Murphy gasped, shocked that the sand had burst so violently.

  There was a gnawihat Julian might have been killed i.

  A chill ran down Murphy's spi the thought; if Julian was truly gone, he and his family might share the same fate.

  "Flygon!"

  He snapped, gring at his Pokémon, believing it was responsible for the chaos, imagining it had deliberately tried to harm the Trainer.

  In response, Flygon merely looked fused.

  Flygon: "(⊙_⊙)"

  it seemed to ask.

  Murphy paused, realizing that things might not be as he assumed; Flygon wouldn't act against Julian without his orders.

  Had Flygon really triggered the sand explosion?

  As the airborne particles settled, Julian emerged, slightly disheveled but unhurt.

  Brushing the sand from his hair and clothes, he calmly instructed,

  "Dragonair, Icy Wind!"

  Fortunately, his ability to harness Aura enabled him to manipute the energy within him, which, though he couldn't form an Aura Sphere yet, helped him survive the bst by dispelling the sand.

  Thanks to his trol over the Aura energy, the resulting explosion scattered the sand of the Tomb, leaving Julian unharmed.

  The chilling Icy Wind cascaded, supplemented by the power of weather manipution ing from the glowing beads around Dragonair's neck.

  This intensified version of Icy Wind would be far more potent than usual.

  The ground froze instantly, and Flygon stepped in front of Murphy to act as a shield, knowing the icy gust was aimed at its Trainer.

  While Flygon absorbed most of the icy bsts, Murphy shivered from the temperature drop, realizing he o act swiftly; otherwise, hypothermia might cost him the match.

  "Flygon, Supersonic"

  If the oppo utilized aack, then he will also hit with a simir move, and it is also a sonic attack.

  Upon hearing that Supersonic was about to be used, the nearby spectators recoiled in fear, hastily c their ears.

  Without any protective barriers, Supersoni reach siderable distances.

  Thus, in publiues g energy shields, the Drakorian Trainer Association forbids the use of high-impact moves like Supersoni, Draeteor, ahquake by either side during battles.

  Despite Flygon's efforts to trol the spread of Supersonilookers still covered their ears and dispyed expressions of distress.

  Julian, in the front row, felt particurly dizzy.

  The ret surge of Aura had drained most of his energy, but fortunately, he still retained some Aura to mitigate the effects of Supersonic.

  "e, Dragon Tail!"

  Julian pushed through the disfort and anded Dragonair.

  Thanks to e, Dragonair's attack power surged, ung a powerful Dragon Tail at Flygon's head with tremendous force.

  Previously, Flygon had already endured Dragonair's Dragon Rush and Icy Wind—two powerful moves that had dealt double damage.

  Now, it was faced with the potent bo of e and Dragon Tail.

  As a result, Flygon crashed to the ground, pletely uo tinue fighting.

  "Impossible! How did your Dragonair avoid fusion? Supersonied!"

  Murphy excimed, staring in disbelief at the downed Flygon.

  "fusio mean immobility," Julian replied fidently.

  "I simply got lucky."

  With that, he recalled the slightly disoriented Dragonair.

  Murphy's expression darkened in frustration.

  It hit him that perhaps his strategies were outdated and he was experieng a loss of posure.