Chapter 464: The Power of Hard‑Blocking the Gods

The moment the words fell, Goulu Zhaobo barked, "Evil Eating King, Hot Wind!"

"Four-jaw Needle Dragon, Trash Shot!"

The two orders suddenly descended, and the Evil Eating King and Four-jaw Needle Dragon beside them instantly launched their attacks.

Scalding hot wind swept the arena, dragging searing gusts toward them, and the trailing Trash Shot surged with a sharp, air‑splitting force; the two moves combined and barreled straight at the crowd.

Just as the two attacks were about to land, two clear shouts rang out simultaneously, tearing the taut air.

"Deoxys, Time Roar!"

"Kyurem, Shadow Ball!"

Paipa and Bilan, who had been silently on guard and never spoken, suddenly exerted power at this moment.

Deoxys was surrounded by a faint Time and Space glow, unleashing a massive time shockwave; Kyurem hovered half a meter in the air, gathering a dense, pitch‑black Shadow Ball.

The two immensely powerful moves materialized in response, precisely blocking ahead, steadily catching the ferocious assaults of the two ultimate Ultra Beasts.

A thunderous roar exploded, and the colliding gusts from the moves swept outward, dispersing all the surrounding dark currents.

A clear surprise flashed in Goulu Zhaobo's eyes, surprised by the sudden power and composure the two youths displayed.

Before he could think further, Huo La's voice rose slowly, calm in tone: "From the start, I have been guarding against you suddenly turning hostile. You have already reached the pinnacle in your own world, ruling a realm; you could not be unaware of the method I mentioned. You merely pretended ignorance, scheming all along."

"Sigh."

Goulu Zhaobo let out a light sigh, his tone tinged with resentment and frustration, while the shadows in his eyes grew even darker.

"When Sakaki mentioned you before, I paid it no mind, thinking it was exaggeration. Now I see I completely underestimated you."

He slowly lifted his gaze, his icy eyes fixed on Huo La, each word sharp as he voiced his doubt: "But there is one thing I cannot fathom. You keep claiming to be the one chosen by Arceus, yet aren't we also chosen by Arceus?"

"Now you stubbornly oppose us, can that be understood as—" Goulu Zhaobo's eyes suddenly chilled, his aura flaring, "Arceus has treated us from the beginning as the crucible to forge you?"

The words hung in the air, and the scene instantly fell into dead silence.

Facing his questioning, Huo La fell silent, offering no rebuttal.

Zha'aobo's doubts arise because he has never touched the truth; he neither knows Arceus's real scheme nor the hidden fact that two Arceus exist in the world.

But he has no intention of explaining.

The secret of the dual Arceus is so paradigm‑shifting that, once revealed, no one would readily believe it.

Even more terrifying is that the upheaval this truth brings is thousands of times more dreadful than destroying a world.

Because at the core of this secret lies only one—an exalted deity, not irreplaceable.

Even a god can be replaced.

"Palkia, Spacial Rend!"

Facing Zha'aobo's questioning and provocation, Huo La gave no extra words and directly issued the attack order.

Palkia responded, its body trembling violently as space ripped apart; a razor‑sharp spatial blade suddenly formed, bearing the force to cleave heaven and earth, and slashed straight toward Goulu Zhaobo.

Yet when confronted with this move, Goulu Zhaobo remained unusually composed, merely raising his right hand slowly.

At this moment, his right side was already fully enveloped by Necrozma, his body surrounded by a bizarre yet overwhelming radiance.

Facing the rushing Spacial Rend, he simply reached out, grabbed, and seized it.

Buzz—

A piercing spatial tremor sound suddenly rang out.

The previously unstoppable spatial blade was suddenly held barehanded in his palm, frozen mid‑air, unable to advance a single inch.

The raging Power of Space collided and raged within his hand, yet it could not break free from the restraint.

This scene instantly left everyone present utterly stunned.

That is Palkia's exclusive ultimate move, a genuine Divine Beast‑level attack!

Ordinary Pokemon crumble on contact, yet this person, relying solely on his fused flesh, hard‑blocked it barehanded and locked it down.

Simply absurd, inconceivable.

Paipa and Bilan's pupils narrowed sharply, and even Lai Ke's face was full of shock, his expression turning gravely serious.

Only Huo La kept a calm complexion, yet the turmoil in his eyes rose to a towering swell.

He knows the nature of Necrozma better than anyone.

The so‑called devouring of Suo Er Jia Lei Ou and Lunala has never been mere power absorption, but a deep fusion and possession.

Such possession can also affect humans, but the risk is extreme; a slight misstep and a human will be consumed by Necrozma's will, fully assimilated, becoming a puppet of the Ultra Beast.

But he never expected that Zha'aobo before him actually succeeded.

He was not controlled by Necrozma; instead, with human will he fully commanded this ultimate power, firmly holding the Divine Beast‑level combat strength in his own hands.

Huo La stared intently at the half‑human, half‑Ultra Beast figure, a previously unknown dread stirring in his heart.

At this moment, Zha'aobo before him already possessed the means to confront Arceus.

"Lai Ke, this Zha'aobo never intended to sincerely cooperate or trade with you from the start," Huo La pressed the point, "Now we join forces, defeat him, and reclaim Necrozma; only then can your ultimate metropolis and our world be truly saved."

A flicker of struggle flashed quickly across Lai Ke's eyes, and seeing the half‑fused Necrozma before him, the last hint of hesitation in his heart vanished completely.

He no longer hesitated, shouting, "Celesteela, Flamethrower!"

The waiting Celesteela behind him surged instantly, spewing a scorching torrent of flame from its mouth, enveloping violent heat, and hammered the Spacial Rend locked in Zha'aobo's palm.

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted suddenly, with fire and spatial turbulence raging wildly outward.

Zha'aobo's right hand, which had grasped the spatial technique, was instantly devoured and blown apart by the raging energy torrent.

The overwhelming impact forced him to retract his arm abruptly, his complexion darkening instantly.

The Necrozma black aura that had firmly covered his arm shattered into countless tiny specks under the blow, scattering across the sky.

The remaining glimmer clung to the damaged arm, writhing and coalescing, beginning to exhaustively repair the limb, though the speed was visible to the naked eye.