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Lucas and Bruno looked at each other and threw their Poké Balls at the same time right after the muscular referee finished speaking.
"Go!" ×2
Dash and Machamp stood on the field at the same time, their full-body auras pouring towards each other.
"Lucas, let's have a hearty battle! Machamp, Dynamic Punch!"
"Just what I wanted! Dash, meet it head-on, Dynamic Punch!"
Both possessed the No Guard ability, discarding all defense as their fists smashed heavily straight towards each other.
In terms of strength, Dash had the upper hand; after all, his daily meals were so good.
Thus, the dull thuds of Dash hitting Machamp were far louder than those of Machamp hitting him.
However, Machamp's fighting techniques were clearly much better than Dash's. Every time it was struck by Dash, Machamp would seize the perfect timing to counter with a punch.
Both delivered one final punch, then pulled back to a distance, staring intently at each other.
Machamp shook its somewhat heavy head, stuck out its tongue to lick the blood from the corner of its mouth, its eyes filled with high battle spirit.
Machamp: Not bad, quite powerful.
Meanwhile, Dash also warmed up his wrists and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes filled with a fighting spirit that rivaled Machamp's.
Dash: I'll blast you to death with one punch!
Bruno panted heavily, sweat dripping from his bare shoulders onto the ground as the muscles in his arms began to swell.
Seeing Bruno start to warm up his own body, Lucas's heart tightened.
Oh no—
He wouldn't rush at me in the middle of the fight, would he?
He doesn't want me to fight him too, does he?
No way, right?!
Me, fight Bruno?!
"Lucas, come on. I'm very satisfied with this match. Lance was right, you really are full of surprises. So, to bring this Martial Arts Tournament to a successful conclusion, I will use my full strength to crush you and take the championship."
Bruno stared at Lucas, executed a high kick, and then spoke.
"This is an official match, no free-for-all battles are allowed."
Lucas spoke in a low, quiet voice.
Bruno was taken aback, then laughed, "You misunderstood. I don't want to engage in unrestricted combat with you. I know the rules of official matches. What I meant was, Machamp and I will crush you and your Machamp, and then take the championship of the Martial Arts Tournament!"
Hearing this, Lucas breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, as long as I don't have to fight.
Lucas had almost summoned Gothitelle just now.
After feeling relieved, a rebellious curve also hooked up at the corner of Lucas's mouth, "Many people have said that to me when battling, but obviously, since my debut, I have never suffered a single defeat."
'Although I've only fought a handful of battles and won each one with great difficulty, it still counts as undefeated, right?'
Lucas cheered himself on in his heart.
Bruno: ...
So that's how it is.
Bruno finally understood why Lance thought so highly of Lucas.
So he is actually undefeated?
The stronger the opponent, the more he and Machamp desired to battle. To grow stronger meant constantly challenging the strong to temper oneself.
On the spectator stands.
"Lucas... is that amazing?"
Sonia covered her mouth.
Undefeated?!
She looked at the man beside her, who was hailed by everyone as the strongest. Even he must have suffered multiple defeats from his debut to becoming the strongest Champion, right?
Did Lucas really never lose once on his way to becoming a Champion?!
*Hiss!*
How terrifying!
"Oh my, is little Lucas actually this strong?!"
Mustard was also shocked.
From starting as an obscure Trainer all the way to becoming a Champion, he never suffered a single defeat?!
No wonder he defeated me so easily.
Leon's eyes flickered with light, wondering what he was thinking.
Gurkinn: What a terrifying man.
Bea clenched her fists. 'Teacher is so strong!'
Bea had completely transformed into a little fangirl of Lucas.
Korrina: "Wow, Bea, your master is way too strong."
Lucian was still elegantly sipping his tea. To him now, victory or defeat was no longer important.
Right now, only three things mattered to him: saving his hair, seizing the time to slack off, and avoiding overtime.
Cynthia held Shauna in her arms. Hearing Lucas's words, her eyes curved as she let out a soft laugh.
There was probably no one who understood Lucas's "undefeated legend" better than she did, but it was undeniable that Lucas indeed had never lost.
Mmh, as expected of her boyfriend.
Cynthia reached out to pinch Shauna's little cheek.
Shauna's chubby cheek constantly changed shape in Cynthia's hand.
"Uncle... is so awesome..."
Shauna's face was changing like a Ditto in Cynthia's hand, causing her pronunciation to be a bit off.
Tomoyo's Machamp held the Dratini, its eyes filled with a longing light.
Lucas had no idea about the massive reaction caused by his single sentence; right now, he was thoroughly enjoying showing off.
"So Bruno, will you be the one to hand me my first defeat?"
Hearing Lucas's extremely provocative words, Bruno did not get angry. That was how strong people were, so instead of being angry, he was actually very excited.
"Then let's find out! Machamp, Close Combat!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of you? Dash, let's do it too, Close Combat!"
"Ma Machamp!" ×2
Boom!
Dash and Machamp pressed tightly against each other, their eight arms pressing against each other's palms.
The arm muscles of both sides swelled continuously as they pitted their strength against each other.
The momentum of both sides sent the surrounding rubble flying.
Machamp's hands were slowly being pushed back. Just when Lucas thought Dash would continue to press Machamp down, Dash and Machamp let go at the same time and punched at each other.
Immediately after, both sides swung their fists and kicked their feet to attack each other.
"Dynamic Punch!"
"Dynamic Punch!"
Boom!
"Cross Chop!"
"Cross Chop!"
Boom boom!
"Close Combat!"
"Close Combat!"
Boom boom boom!
The same moves, but used in different ways. Both sides were attacking each other to their hearts' content using their own understanding. The surrounding arena was ruthlessly trampled and shattered during their battle.
"Now's the time, Dynamic Punch!"
Seizing the opportunity when Machamp stumbled on a rock on the field, Lucas commanded Dash to unleash a full-power Dynamic Punch.
Because its foot was caught on a rock, Machamp's move missed. Dash, who had charged up a Dynamic Punch, blasted it right into Machamp's stomach, sending Machamp flying.
Machamp crashed heavily into the wall behind it, causing the spectator stands above to tremble.
Seeing this, Lucian thought to himself how great it was that this wasn't a League venue; they didn't have to pay for repairs, let alone constantly monitor the repair progress.
"What a pity, Machamp actually tripped on a rock."
Sonia voiced her opinion from the stands.
"No, Lucas did it on purpose."
Leon shook his head. He had noticed something off just now. Dash clearly had the advantage in strength. Even though his fighting techniques were inferior to Bruno's Machamp, he shouldn't have been pushed back step by step. While constantly retreating, Dash had even changed directions. It wasn't until Leon saw Machamp trip on that inconspicuous pothole and rubble just now that he finally understood what was going on.
"Little Lucas's utilization of the surrounding environment is truly... incredibly skillful."
Mustard shook his head and spoke.
When martial artists fight, they often throw their whole body and soul into it, utilizing everything they can—fists, palms, elbows, shoulders, feet, legs, and even their heads will become weapons to attack.
However, the drawback of putting everything into the fight is that it's easy to overlook the surrounding environment. This is actually understandable; after all, when one's entire mind is focused on the battle in front of them, it's very hard to have any mental capacity left to pay attention to the environment.
This is where the Trainer comes in. An excellent Trainer will always make use of everything around them that can be utilized.
The most famous in this regard is Ash; he truly utilized everything around him during battles.
The most famous of these was the legendary scene, "Sceptile, hide behind the referee." Although that wasn't the real Ash, the real Ash might actually do something like that.
One dared to give the command, and the other dared to follow it.
On the field, Lucas watched Machamp get blown away and couldn't help but speak up, "An unstable lower body, perhaps focusing too much on the upper body while neglecting the lower body, makes it very easy for opponents to exploit this weakness."
Bruno couldn't help but frown. He knew the condition of his Machamp best. Although the lower body training wasn't as extensive as the upper body, he had still trained it specifically for a period of time. If fighting against ordinary Trainers, Machamp's lower body strength would be more than enough.
But clearly, Lucas was no ordinary person, and his Dash was no ordinary Machamp.
"I see, thank you for the guidance."
Bruno nodded in agreement. It seemed he still needed to focus on training Machamp's lower body capabilities in the future.
Hearing this, Lucas was stunned. 'Huh? I just gave a suggestion, why did he listen? Why does this feel like I'm giving him guidance during a battle?'
He is an Elite of both the Kanto and Johto regions!
'Oh, I'm the Champion. Never mind then.'
Lucas patted his shoulder, brushing off the dust.
'Let me show off a bit more.'
"Machamp's strength is indeed very great. There was a time when its power exceeded my imagination, and there was even a faint trend of it slipping out of my control. So, after I realized this, I had Machamp seal this power away. Until now, when we can easily master that power, we still haven't unsealed it."
Bruno looked at Lucas across from him and suddenly spoke: "Because there are too few people who can make us use this power; either there's no opportunity, or the opponent is too weak. But today, to show my respect for you, Machamp and I have decided to unleash all of our power."
After Bruno finished speaking, a figure slowly walked out from the smoke behind him, came onto the field, and stood behind Bruno.
"Go, Machamp, there is no need to intentionally suppress it any longer; unleash everything you have."
Upon hearing this, Machamp nodded, placed its hands on its waist, and with a snap, the championship belt was unbuckled and thrown onto the ground.
"Ma Machamp!!!"
Machamp's figure expanded a size, its terrifying muscles twitching spontaneously, and the terrifying aura that erupted directly sent the surrounding rubble flying in all directions.
Gothitelle, which had been prepared in the air for a long time, had cold eyes, and the enchanting purple light in its eyes added a sacred color to it.
Its psychic power turned into a protective shield, wrapping the field inside, and when those pieces of rubble hit the edge of the shield, they all fell to the ground, and not a single spectator was harmed.
Gothitelle, having had plenty of time to prepare in advance, was expressionless at this moment; there was no sudden sense of anger on its face, only indifference.
Lucian looked up at Gothitelle in the air, recalling the description of it in the Pokédex.
Mastering powerful psychic power, it can use its psychic power to easily play with its opponents in the palm of its hand, and it will punish everyone who disgusts it, known as the Punishing Witch————
At this moment, Gothitelle was just like a witch, powerful and cold.
A Trainer looked up at Gothitelle in the air and inexplicably felt a strange aura from it.
! I remember now! It's it! The Pokémon that saved me on the sea!
That Trainer looked at Gothitelle, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to that night when he was lying in bed, watching a Pokémon dragging several large buckets, walking on the water from the sea.
He couldn't help but shout: "Mom————"
Gothitelle's psychic power shuddered, and its cold appearance broke in a second.
Gothitelle: !!! Get lost!!!
"Dynamic Punch!"
On the field, the Machamp that had removed its championship belt instantly appeared in front of Machamp, punching it again and again without stopping.
The force and speed were both much faster.
Machamp was truly retreating step by step under the attack of the other Machamp.
"Close Combat!"
"Dynamic Punch!"
Machamp endured Machamp's Close Combat, and a Dynamic Punch slammed into it; Machamp cried out in pain.
"Close Combat!"
Machamp slammed a fist and an elbow onto Machamp at the same time.
Whoosh~ Boom! Machamp flew backward from Lucas's side, crashing heavily into the wall behind Lucas.
"Master Machamp———— was knocked flying————" Bea couldn't believe it.
In her memory, Master Machamp, who only ever knocked opponents flying, was knocked flying by another Machamp right before her eyes————
Lucas's eyes widened, his expression somewhat incredulous, but he did not turn back.
Bruno opposite him had a stern expression, and Machamp was also calmly staring at the smoke behind Lucas.
They did not believe that Machamp would be defeated just like that.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the smoke and revealing the scene inside.
Machamp was slumped in the rubble, its upper body embedded in the wall, head hanging down.
The wind soon stopped. A Black Belt slowly drifted down from the air.
Seeing it was about to fall to the ground and get dirty with mud and dust, a hand caught it at the very moment it was about to land.
Then, under everyone's gaze, Machamp raised its head, forcefully pulled itself out of the wall, stood up, and walked onto the field step by step.
It came to Lucas's side and handed the Black Belt to Lucas. Lucas took the Black Belt, and both the human and the Pokémon said nothing, just looked at each other, and then nodded.
Everything was understood without words. Lucas gripped the sweat-soaked Black Belt in his hand, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
"Machamp, are you ready?" Machamp grinned and gave him a thumbs up.
"Come on, let's give it our all, let's sweat until we're dry, forget everything, and enjoy the battle to the fullest! Punch after punch, until we lose consciousness."
At the end, Lucas gripped the Black Belt tightly with his palm, "We are in sync!"
Lucas roared: "Dynamic Punch!!!" Bruno responded with a roar of his own: "Dynamic Punch!!!"
Everyone watched the battle between the two Machamp on the field; there were no longer any combat techniques, just constant punching, punching, and more punching. The dull thuds continued to ring out, but whether it was the two Trainers on the field or the two Machamp on the field, the corners of their mouths were curled upward.
"Hahahaha, that's it, Close Combat!"
"Lucas, I am really satisfied with this match, and Machamp feels the same. Come on, Close Combat!"
Machamp kicked the other Machamp away with one leg, and both sides were panting heavily.
Is it still unable to match its power even after releasing the power? Truly terrifying power. Bruno said in his heart.
"Since that's the case, this will be the final move." Bruno said softly.
"Lucas, the final move!"
"Yes, the final move!"
"Machamp,"
"Machamp,"
"Focus Punch!!!"
"Focus Punch!!!"
Boom! A dazzling white light lit up, and everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.
And our reliable Gothitelle mom, at this moment, the terrifying psychic power erupting from its body distorted the space around it.
A crack began to appear on the protective shield, and in the blink of an eye, cracks crawled all over the entire shield.
Gothitelle opened its mouth wide and let out a roar.
"Gothi————telle!"
I've even blocked Arceus's attacks, and I can't block your moves?! Get back————
The cracks on the originally shaky protective shield began to disappear continuously. Until the shield was as smooth as a mirror.
The white light dissipated, and everyone opened their eyes and looked at the field. Gothitelle also withdrew the protective shield, floated back to the spectator stand, and exhaled weakly.
Lucian's eyes never left Gothitelle. Good heavens! Can a Gothitelle as understanding as this also drop down for me?! That way, whenever I'm doing something, there would be a Gothitelle behind me to handle the aftermath————
Lucian didn't even dare to imagine how comfortable that life would be————understanding, can cook, can take care of people, can help handle affairs————Lucian was almost drooling with envy.
At the same time, he also understood his own identity; he is the Gothitelle of the Sinnoh region, always handling the aftermath for the League, while the real Gothitelle is equivalent to Lucian of the Breeding House, needing to handle the aftermath of the Breeding House.
Plus both sides are Psychic-type. This can be calculated as: Lucian = Gothitelle, Gothitelle = Lucian. Lucian closed his eyes in pain. No wonder I thought so highly of Gothitelle————it turns out it's————misery loves company————
On the field, the two Machamp maintained the same posture, their fists hitting each other's faces, motionless.
After a while, Machamp retracted its fist, straightened its body, and walked back towards Lucas.
Lucas looked at Machamp standing in front of him, smiling, and gave it a thumbs up. Machamp returned the same thumbs up and smile.
Lucas reached out and tied the Black Belt back onto Machamp's arm.
"Thank you for your hard work." Lucas said softly after tying it.
"Thank you for being able to fight for me as always." Machamp grinned widely and chuckled.
Bruno took out a Poké Ball and sighed. The muscular referee came to Machamp's side and found that Machamp's eyes were rolled back, and it had lost consciousness.
The muscular referee looked at Bruno, Bruno nodded, and then recalled the Machamp, which was still maintaining its punching posture, into the Poké Ball. "Thank you for your hard work, Machamp."
The muscular referee shouted: "The Champion has emerged! It's ours! Lucas!!!"
The scene fell into a frenzy of celebration.
The competitions over these past few days really satisfied them; every match was a climax without a dull moment.
Lucas brought Machamp to Bruno, Machamp bowed to Bruno, and Lucas reached out and shook hands with Bruno.
"Ma Machamp."
"Thank you for the advice."
Bruno: "As expected of you, Lucas, next time, I will definitely defeat you."
"Good, I'll be waiting." Lucas let go of his hand and said to Bruno with a smile.
"Uncle!" An excited voice came from behind. Upon hearing this, Lucas's body instantly stiffened, and cold sweat streamed down. He instantly turned his body, shielding Machamp in front of him. Boom! A dull sound rang out.
Shauna, feeling that something was wrong, looked up, "Eh? It's Machamp, I bumped into the wrong one, hehe." Machamp grinned.
"Ma Machamp." It's me.
Lucas finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Congratulations on winning the Champion title." Cynthia stepped over in high heels to Lucas's side and said. Because there were too many spectators on the scene, Lucas just said thank you.
"Impressive." Leon gave Lucas a thumbs up. "Thanks for the compliment."
Watching a group of people surrounding Lucas, Bruno turned and walked towards the tunnel. Walking out of the contestant tunnel, Chuck and Brawly were standing not far away waiting for him.
"You lost, Senior Brother." Brawly said. Bruno nodded, "Yes, lost."
He clenched his fists, "He is very strong, but next time, I won't lose again."
Seeing this, Chuck smiled and nodded, "Since that's the case, let's go to that shop to eat ramen again, and we'll go back after eating." "Good." "I have no objections."