Roki's Pokémon!
It was actually an Elite Four–level Salamence!?
Good heavens!
Not only were all the contestants on site dumbfounded—
even Minister Kenjiro and that Principal Jiro from the First Pokémon University
both revealed expressions of intense shock and disbelief.
With an Elite Four–level Pokémon in hand,
that meant one thing:
Roki was already an Elite Four–level Trainer.
And what's more!
This was an Elite Four–level Dragon-type pseudo-legendary Pokémon!
Its combat power was even a notch stronger than ordinary Elite Four–level Pokémon!
The gloom on Principal Jiro's face was swept away in an instant.
Light flowed in his eyes.
The frustration and humiliation from the four genius students from the Pokémon universities being jointly swept out by the Military's people vanished on the spot.
This kid Roki!
He really made Principal Jiro look good!
From the looks of it, this Salamence
was something he had captured in Dragon Valley.
Which meant that this kid had become an Elite Four–level Trainer in just half a year after enrolling!
If nothing unexpected happened—
he should be the youngest Elite Four–level Trainer in the entire Great Axia Alliance.
No!
The youngest Elite Four–level Trainer recorded in all of history!
No wonder his arrogant personality had gotten more and more intense.
So it wasn't that something was wrong with his head—
he had the capital to be arrogant!
Principal Jiro let out a breath.
His eyes grew scorching.
With Roki and this Elite Four–level Salamence,
the five Military contestants on the other side
combined were probably still not a match!
"Good, good. Looks like our Pokémon universities can still fight for one slot. We won't be completely swept out."
Principal Jiro's voice was neither loud nor soft,
just enough for Minister Kenjiro beside him to hear.
On the surface, his words sounded harmless.
But if you savored them carefully,
you could feel the barbed, sarcastic tone hidden inside.
However,
Minister Kenjiro didn't care at all what he was saying.
All of his attention
was focused on that Salamence.
This Pokémon
looked oddly familiar!?
Could it be the one from Dragon Valley?
Before he could confirm whether his guess was correct,
Roki had already commanded Salamence to prepare to move.
That immense pressure
made all five Military contestants
feel a heavy, crushing stress.
Gym-level and Elite Four–level
were separated by two entire major tiers.
With such a massive gap,
it wasn't something that could be made up with sheer numbers.
This battle
had a vanishingly small chance of victory.
But even though they knew defeat was practically inevitable,
none of them showed the slightest fear of battle.
In their eyes,
there was even a gleam of eager excitement.
"Finish them, Salamence! Draco Meteor!"
Roar!!
Salamence lifted its head and let out a thunderous bellow.
Invisible sound waves rippled outward.
In the sky directly overhead,
clusters of flickering points of light appeared in the blink of an eye.
Even under a clear blue sky, they were dazzlingly obvious—
like stars blazing with intense radiance.
Those bright points of light
froze in place for a split second.
Then, in the next moment,
they fell from above like a meteor shower.
They poured down in dense streams,
blocking out the sky,
like a terrifying downpour crashing over the field.
"Golduck! Confusion!"
"Ampharos! Electroweb!"
"Golem! Rock Blast!"
"…"
The pure Dragon-type energy raining down formed vast sheets of luminous "rain,"
covering nearly the entire arena.
Under their Trainers' commands,
the Military contestants' Pokémon
began shattering the falling energy.
All kinds of moves shot into the sky—
Psychic-type, Electric-type, Rock-type…
A chaotic surge of energies collided and churned.
But the gap between the two sides was simply far too great.
After dealing with part of the falling Dragon-type energy,
they were quickly struck again
by even more dense torrents of pure energy raining down.
One after another, they couldn't withstand the impact and collapsed.
The ground was blasted up in massive clouds of dust.
When the smoke and dust finally cleared,
every single one of the Military contestants' Pokémon
had lost the ability to battle and could no longer stand.
Across the entire arena battlefield,
the only one still standing
was that Elite Four–level Salamence.
"Roar!"
Salamence bellowed again.
Its dark-red, icy dragon eyes swept across the fainted Pokémon in front of it,
revealing a trace of disdain and contempt.
Roki nodded in satisfaction and smiled.
A truly perfect debut.
A one-versus-five flawless victory—
it fiercely satisfied his pride and vanity.
Not far to Roki's side,
the four Military genius trainees who had already been eliminated
looked at him with eyes full of complicated emotions—
shock, fear, envy, jealousy, and intense resentment.
The shock and fear
came from Salamence's overwhelming strength.
The envy and jealousy
were because they were green with envy at Roki's luck—
that he could actually capture such a powerful Elite Four–level Pokémon.
As for the resentment—
it was because this guy just had to show off like this.
If he had chosen to send out this Elite Four–level Salamence from the start,
then this time,
all five of them on their side could have secured the slot to enter Mt. Silver!
But,
resentment was resentment.
They could only bury that emotion in their hearts and didn't dare reveal a shred of it.
After all, if a person like an Elite Four–level figure noticed
that they held such strong negative feelings toward him,
then even if they were academy geniuses,
their days probably wouldn't be easy.
"What a pity. I didn't see clearly which of you five fell first."
"Looks like the remaining four slots still have to be fought over by the five of you."
Roki wore a smile
as he looked at the five Military contestants in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes.
His gaze swept across them one by one.
The smile on his face slowly disappeared.
"That Isobe Himeko… she isn't here?"
Roki blurted out.
He had originally thought
that among the five contestants on the other side,
there should be that so-called once-in-a-century super genius newcomer Isobe Himeko—
the one with a rating even higher than his.
As for Isobe Himeko,
Roki had always been holding back a breath of anger inside.
Back then, it was because of that woman
that he had been put on display in the meeting room by the various principals of the Pokémon universities.
He had never forgotten that.
He had always wanted to find a chance to take revenge.
But with one glance,
all five were men—there wasn't a single woman.
Naturally, Isobe Himeko couldn't possibly be among them.
Could it be that she hadn't come to participate in this selection at all?
Roki secretly guessed.
"Because Little Xia performed outstandingly in the Military, we directly saved that reserved slot for him."
Minister Kenjiro's voice rang out.
He walked over at a measured pace.
His gaze never left Salamence.
After watching for so long, he finally confirmed it—
this Salamence should be the dominant, overlord-level Elite Four Salamence from Dragon Valley.
"Reserved!?"
Hearing that, Roki's brows immediately knitted together.
He had never expected things to turn out like this.
The Military and the Pokémon universities each only had one reserved slot!
On the Pokémon universities' side,
they kept that slot for an Elite Four–level figure they needed to curry favor with and build ties to.
But the Military had actually saved it directly for Isobe Himeko?
That news
immediately made Roki feel unhappy.
He had originally thought
that once he became Elite Four–level,
he could absolutely crush Isobe Himeko and regain face.
But—
his slot was won through battle.
Isobe Himeko's was a reserved slot.
In an instant, he felt a psychological disparity.
As if possessed,
Roki suddenly raised his head,
looked at Minister Kenjiro's calm, rippleless face,
and said a sentence
that made everyone freeze in stunned disbelief.
(End of Chapter)
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