Chapter 1249

Gengar dodged the Cleanse Beam at the very last second with a flash of movement. The beam, having missed its mark, struck the ground not far away. After a deafening boom, Gengar looked back and broke into a cold sweat.

The previously level ground now featured a massive crater. Gengar realized that if its fragile self hadn't dodged that, it would likely have been one-shotted by the Cleanse Beam.

Casting aside its nonchalant attitude, Gengar looked at Milotic as if facing a formidable enemy.

It had realized one truth.

That truth was that while Milotic might only take minor damage from a few of its Energy Balls or Shadow Balls, if Gengar took even one hit, it would be game over on the spot.

The instant Gengar finished this thought, its nightmare began.

Milotic's second Cleanse Beam had already finished charging—the entire process taking less than two seconds. Under Gengar's sweat-drenched dodging, it began firing in rapid succession, just like a machine gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The continuous Cleanse Beams formed a dense web of light. At this moment, Milotic, with its own strength, projected the presence of an entire legion.

Gengar was going numb. It used to be the one laughing with a "hehehe" as it mocked enemies for failing to hit it, all while they had to be careful of its own touch-and-die attacks.

Now, the tables had turned. Every one of the opponent's strikes was lethal, and while Gengar had to use its full strength just to cancel out a single beam, the opponent could bombard it with a dense barrage.

Forget about counterattacking; even just dodging was rapidly draining its stamina. Gengar felt more and more desperate with every passing moment.

Just how much total energy does that Milotic have? Is it inexhaustible!?

"My god..."

In the spectator stands, a man who was also a Gym-level Trainer couldn't help but gasp, feeling as though he were being suffocated by the sensation of a python constricting him.

He racked his brain but couldn't imagine how any of the Pokémon on his own team could survive under such a dense barrage of moves. Surviving the first round would probably be difficult enough, right?

By comparison, the fact that this Gengar could hold out for so long—should one say it's worthy of being a powerhouse ranked in the top eight thousand of the Master Ball Tier?

The man, a gatekeeper of the Master Ball Tier, shed tears of inferiority.

"Gen... gen!"

Panting heavily, Gengar dodged another round of rapid fire. It wanted to hide in another dimension again to avoid the attacks, only to find it could no longer control its body, involuntarily dropping to one knee.

Looking at the ruined ground beneath it, Gengar felt despair, thinking the next wave of attacks was coming.

Yet, Gengar waited for quite a while, and even as its numb body regained sensation, the attack had yet to descend.

Could it be... the opponent's energy was finally exhausted!?

Gengar was overjoyed and suddenly raised its head, intending to launch a desperate counterattack, but the panicked shout from Zhang Di reached Gengar's auditory organs.

"Gengar... run away!!!"

Gengar, having raised its head, froze. Its vision was completely occupied by brilliant orbs of light, surrounded by misty feathers. Despite their breathtaking beauty, they brought Gengar a sense of despair akin to vultures circling overhead.

"Gen?"

Gengar stood frozen in place.

Su Hao waved his right hand and said softly, "Misty Ball."

"Fu-wu~"

Milotic floated in mid-air. A terrifying number of Misty Balls obeyed its command. At this moment, its entire body radiated a mesmerizing, hazy halo, making it feel as untouchable as a high-mountain flower on a snowy peak.

Yet, this noble beauty controlled terrifying power, even making many people feel—

Even ordinary Heavenly King-level Pokémon would be terrified when facing such a dense attack, right?

The cluster of Misty Balls drifted downward. Unlike their beautiful exterior,

a shocking amount of psychic energy swept across the field. Continuous, deafening explosions erupted, and the powerful shockwaves made the arena's energy barrier sway, causing it to ripple violently.

Zhang Di, who had been full of confidence, now knelt on the ground with a blank expression. Her exquisitely maintained face was filled with confusion; she couldn't understand how Milotic could command such vast amounts of energy.

Su Hao watched calmly as the energy fluctuations of the Misty Balls ravaged the field, feeling exceptionally satisfied with the combat power Milotic was currently displaying.

Under the influence of the Infinite Source, Milotic's special attack ability was approaching legendary levels; the power of a single Cleanse Beam was enough to make Gengar treat it as a formidable enemy.

Should one say it's worthy of being the Water Capital's twin deities, second only to the Great Magician Giratina?

And in the last few months, Milotic's comprehension of the Water Plate fragments had granted it extraordinary energy control techniques.

The ability to simultaneously control Cleanse Beams or Misty Balls for a volley was simply like the ultimate technique of the ancient creator of the seas—Origin Pulse.

The dust and debris kicked up by the explosions gradually settled. The field was left in tatters, and Gengar, having long since lost the ability to battle, lay amidst the ruins.

Milotic remained floating in mid-air, not a speck of dust on it, as noble and beautiful as a deity.

"This..."

The referee stood stunned for a long while, unable to say a word for a long time.

He had seen that Gengar battle many times; after all, the opponent frequently came to the arena to fight. Usually, it was that Gengar toying with and crushing its opponents, but now, facing this Milotic, it had no power to fight back at all...

Perhaps the Trainer forums were right: in the not-so-distant future, a seat among the Four Heavenly Kings would surely belong to Su Hao.

After all, one must remember that it hadn't even been a full year since Su Hao became a Trainer!!!

While other peers were still battling with Elite or Professional-level Pokémon at the University Cup, Su Hao was already rampaging through the Master Ball Tier arena.

Isn't the gap between people just too large?

The referee felt a surge of anger as he thought of his own good-for-nothing son.

Look at someone else's eighteen-year-old, then look at yours!

In the spectator stands, after the referee announced the winner, the students from the Youth Class cheered, their faces beaming with excitement.

As expected of their idol, crushing the competition with two consecutive wins!

Jiang Yue-luo excitedly held up the Flabébé in his palm. At this moment, even his usually calm voice carried a hint of joy: "Won again!!"

The Youth Class teacher sat dazed in his seat for a long time, unable to recover. Whether it was that Metagross or this Milotic, both were abnormally strong; he really didn't know how Su Hao trained them.

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