Chapter 737: Leafeon

"No Tower!?"

Whose Iron Tail could possibly cut through a Mind Wave formed from psychic power!?

Shock flashed across Metang's crimson pupils; its Psychic, which had always been invincible against opponents of the same rank, had actually been severed so easily!?

Leafeon's gaze remained as calm as an ancient well, as if it had long anticipated the effect of Iron Tail.

Beyond shocked, Metang refused to believe it. The golden spikes on its face instantly gathered a massive amount of Mind Wave converted from psychic power, and a Zen Headbutt appeared in an instant.

At the same time, Metang manipulated the magnetism within its body, turning itself into a cannonball, breaking through the air as it shot toward Leafeon!

"Wu~"

In response, Leafeon suddenly let out a long cry toward the sky. The clouds in the previously gloomy sky parted, and a ray of sunlight shone straight down.

Incineroar, sitting cross-legged, twitched its whiskers. Feeling the Fire-type energy within its body becoming gradually active, it couldn't help but stretch like a cat.

Milotic, however, showed a hint of annoyance on its face; the flow of the Water-type energy that made up the bulk of its power was being faintly suppressed by this weather.

It was just that the Sunny Day released by Leafeon's strength wasn't enough to suppress Milotic; it was merely annoyed by the weather.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, Leafeon's body seemed to have shed some kind of restriction, its posture becoming even more agile.

Facing Metang, which was shooting over at extreme speed, Leafeon tapped its four limbs lightly against the ground, leaping several meters high the instant Metang collided, dodging the Zen Headbutt by a hair's breadth.

The dust on the ground was kicked up by the wind pressure brought by the high-speed passing Metang, filling the arena for a moment.

At this moment, a basketball-sized fireball instantly condensed in front of Leafeon. Judging by the temperature of the fireball, which could faintly distort the surrounding air, Metang would likely have a very hard time if it took this hit.

Su Hao raised an eyebrow, very satisfied with Leafeon's choice.

There were only a few moves in its move pool that could deal super-effective damage to Metang.

Sunny Day could trigger its Ability while also allowing this newly learned Weather Ball move to transform into a Fire-type attack.

Setting aside Leafeon's low Special Attack base stat, it was indeed a very good countermeasure.

However, because the amount of candy consumed by Diancie and the others had begun to decrease, the candy for Lucario and Leafeon had also caught up.

With the all-around base ability boost from the candy, the power of the Fire-type Weather Ball condensed by Leafeon was quite decent.

Next, it would depend on how Metang handled it.

Su Hao had taught it the move Magnet Rise; electricity and magnetism were never separate, so it was easy for Metang to learn.

It was a pity that it hadn't mastered it yet, so Magnet Rise could only go in a straight line.

Once it evolved into Metagross, it should be able to turn corners according to its own will.

Seemingly because both of its attacks had been neutralized by Leafeon, even though Metang was always very calm due to its two brains, it was now a bit annoyed and embarrassed.

Metang no longer used Magnet Rise. Under the influence of Mewtwo's broken genes, its psychic power, which was growing larger by the day and almost comparable to a Professional-level Psychic-type Pokémon, poured out continuously.

This time, unlike before when it only covered the golden spikes on its face, the Zen Headbutt covered Metang's entire body. It intended to smash through Leafeon's Weather Ball directly!

The fireball, growing larger and larger in front of Leafeon, was launched with a boom.

Metang also pulled its two arms together in front of its chest, using its front claws as the lead. The dense, nearly materialized Mind Wave seemed to become a shield, and driven by the increasingly surging psychic power, it flew out like a meteor!

At this moment, Metang's posture was filled with the beauty brought by power. The Zen Headbutt, with Metang's whole body as a battering ram, headed straight for Leafeon with terrifying momentum.

Air waves exploded around Metang, like a fighter jet breaking the sound barrier.

Diancie stopped meditating, a look of admiration appearing on its face.

The power of this strike from Metang was already approaching the power of its moves back when it was a Carbink.

The Weather Ball was smashed and dissipated by Metang in the blink of an eye; the type-advantage attack seemed completely non-existent to it.

For the first time, a grave expression appeared on Leafeon's face. Clearly, this strike from Metang was also

an immense pressure for it.

Metang had used its full strength, so it had to use its full strength as well!

The normalized three-layer Swords Dance, which it had recently mastered, was no longer held back. Leafeon's momentum instantly soared by several levels.

Seeing this, Incineroar and Hisuian Braviary twitched their bodies, guiltily glancing at Su Hao, who was watching the arena intently.

Seeing that Su Hao wasn't looking at them with a look of "iron not becoming steel" because of Leafeon's perpetual Swords Dance, their tense muscles instantly relaxed.

Leafeon unleashed the sharpness it had realized from Virizion's broken horn without reservation, and the Metang before it became a target for slashing.

The leaf growing in the center of Leafeon's forehead gradually transformed into a verdant long blade under Leafeon's charging.

This was its trump card, and also the move it considered to have the strongest attack power among those it had mastered—Leaf Blade.

The Grass-type energy Leafeon had absorbed from Virizion's broken horn seemed to have faintly changed the shape of its Leaf Blade; the slightly curved long blade could be called a saber, or it could be called a sword.

Piercing sharpness lingered on this Leaf Blade. Facing the Zen Headbutt that seemed to want to smash through everything in its path, Leafeon's gaze was indifferent as it slashed out with one sword.

The Leaf Blade entered the interior of the Zen Headbutt as if cutting through tofu; its sharpness no longer resembled the Leaf Blade move.

Su Hao felt that it even had a bit of the flavor of Virizion's Sacred Sword.

The high-speed flying Metang's body suddenly stopped. A dense, humming sound like a sword's ring echoed, and the Zen Headbutt lingering around Metang shattered into fragments with a boom.

The Leaf Blade stopped just a short distance in front of the metallic monster's eyes; Leafeon had no intention of striking down.

Metang's eyes held some lingering fear; if it weren't for its steel body, its face would definitely be covered in cold sweat.

It even had an illusion.

If Leafeon's sword had slashed down, even with its body's superb hardness, it would probably be disfigured.

Terrifying indeed.

Su Hao wasn't very surprised by the result of Leafeon winning.

Metang hadn't yet fully unearthed the hidden power within Mewtwo's broken genes, and Leafeon's talent for the Dao of the Sword was simply terrifying.

It had actually managed to comprehend the ethereal sword intent from fantasy novels.

It was probably only a matter of time before Leafeon fully absorbed Virizion's sharpness and even walked its own path of the sword.

Su Hao even suspected whether he had transmigrated into a fantasy movie set.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river...

Facing the revenge of Leafeon, who would master the path of the sword in the future.

The R Research Institute was probably in trouble, Su Hao said so.

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