Pokémon: My Titles Know No Limits! [601]

Kangaskhan’s Thunder Punch and Gyarados’s Earthquake struck each other almost simultaneously.

But clearly, the damage inflicted on Gyarados by Thunder Punch far surpassed what Kangaskhan received from Earthquake.

Kangaskhan merely swayed a bit, while Gyarados shuddered violently from the electric shock, its armor marked distinctly by a scorched-black fist imprint.

Seeing Gyarados’s worsening condition, Lysandre decisively changed his tactics.

Lysandre knew exactly what Giovanni was capable of. At this stage, ordinary methods wouldn’t work anymore.

“Gyarados, [Outrage]!”

At Lysandre's command, crimson energy enveloped Gyarados, radiating a terrifying aura—until suddenly…it was paralyzed!

Tiny sparks crackled wildly across Gyarados’s body. It trembled uncontrollably, unable to even move toward Kangaskhan.

This abrupt twist froze the expression on Lysandre's face.

A gleam flashed in Giovanni’s eyes. “Kangaskhan, another [Thunder Punch]!”

Electricity flared dazzlingly around Kangaskhan’s fist as it swung forward.

Its punch landed squarely on Gyarados’s head, sending currents racing through its entire body. Gyarados crashed stiffly onto the ground, sending dust flying from the cracks left by Earthquake.

Watching the red glow fade from Gyarados’s body, the referee cautiously raised his flag.

“Gyarados is unable to battle! Kangaskhan wins!”

Lysandre’s expression froze only for a moment when Gyarados was hit by the Thunder Punch. Even as the referee announced Gyarados’s defeat, his face never wavered again.

Giovanni had been observing Lysandre closely.

Seeing Lysandre maintain such composure, Giovanni couldn’t help wondering how exactly August had managed to capture him in the first place. Since being imprisoned in the Kanto Branch, Lysandre had steadfastly refused to speak about that event.

After recalling Gyarados into its Pokéball, Lysandre swiftly sent out his second Pokémon.

Mienshao—the martial arts Pokémon. A Fighting-type, particularly effective against the Normal-type Kangaskhan.

“Lysandre has sent out Mienshao as his second Pokémon! A Fighting-type Pokémon indeed has an advantage against Kangaskhan,” Ball Guy enthusiastically commentated, trying his best to sound professional. “Who do you think will win? If you've already decided, visit the World Championship website and cast your votes! Viewers who guess correctly will have a chance at some exclusive gifts~!”

From the stands, August heard Ball Guy’s words and opened the World Championship’s homepage. Sure enough, the voting page appeared, with the vote count climbing continuously.

Seeing this, August thought:

As expected of Rose, the business genius behind Macro Cosmos—his marketing instincts are impeccable.

But August also knew marketing wasn’t Rose’s true goal; Rose wanted to divert his attention, keeping him from noticing his ongoing plans.

Casually selecting Giovanni, August turned his focus back to the arena.

Mienshao immediately displayed incredible agility, lunging forward forcefully. Twisting in midair, it spun a full 1080 degrees, whipping its long fur like lashes straight at Kangaskhan.

Caught completely off-guard by Mienshao’s spinning assault, Kangaskhan was forced into retreat.

After exhausting its momentum, Mienshao landed lightly on the tips of its toes, immediately leveraging the ground to kick hard at Kangaskhan’s legs.

A sweeping low kick!

Striking true, Mienshao used the recoil to gracefully leap back, easily dodging Kangaskhan’s retaliation.

Then, it charged again, delivering probing strikes.

These harassment tactics frustrated Kangaskhan, its stamina slowly drained by Mienshao’s persistent assaults.

At this moment, Giovanni considered Mega Evolving Kangaskhan to use the two-on-one parent-child combination tactic against Mienshao’s harassment strategy. But Giovanni didn’t want to reveal his Mega Evolution so soon... Instead, Giovanni recalled Kangaskhan directly and threw out another Pokéball.

A flash of light.

Beedrill buzzed into the air, wings fluttering rapidly.

“Giovanni switches Pokémon! He's chosen Beedrill!” Ball Guy quickly reported.

“Changing Pokémon halfway through. Seems Giovanni’s aiming for a clean sweep,” August remarked from the stands.

No sooner had he finished speaking, Mienshao, carrying its momentum forward, attacked from behind, targeting Beedrill the instant it entered the field.

Though it hadn’t seen Mienshao, Beedrill sensed the disturbance in the air.

Beedrill dodged sideways, deftly evading Mienshao’s ambush strike.

Mienshao never expected Beedrill could dodge its attack with its back turned. It froze instinctively—but this brief hesitation sealed the outcome of the match!

Beedrill’s wings vibrated sharply, generating a gust that spun it 180 degrees midair, launching a fierce counterattack toward Mienshao, silver-lit stingers aimed precisely at its throat.

Mienshao triggered Quick Attack, attempting escape.

But Beedrill also used Quick Attack, sticking to Mienshao’s shadow, closing in rather than falling behind.

In a heartbeat, the tip of Beedrill’s stinger pierced Mienshao’s skin, drawing blood from a small puncture.

Cold sweat rolled down Mienshao’s back. It didn’t dare move, fearing Beedrill might drive its stinger through.

Lysandre thought frantically of strategies to help Mienshao break free, but under Beedrill’s countless compound eyes, every plan was swiftly dismissed.

Beedrill pressed its stinger forward slightly, Mienshao tensed from the sharp pain, locked in a stare-down.

Seeing this situation, Lysandre decisively raised his hand in surrender.

He was always logical.

Though this was the World Championship, Lysandre saw it merely as a sparring match, winning it held no meaning.

As for August’s promised sentence reduction deal, Lysandre considered it nothing more than a dangling carrot. If Giovanni wanted it, let him have it.

Lysandre just wanted to see how August would handle Rose.

With Lysandre’s surrender, the match ended.

Giovanni, waiting impatiently for the referee to declare victory, shot a displeased glance toward him.

Shivering from Giovanni’s intense stare, the referee quickly snapped awake, hurriedly announcing, “Mienshao surrenders! Beedrill wins!”

Lysandre recalled Mienshao into its Pokéball.

He had only one Pokémon left now.

“Go, Pyroar!”

With a flash, Pyroar entered the field.

Immediately upon appearing, Pyroar roared, intense heat radiating outward, forcing Beedrill to keep its distance.

Without hesitation, once Pyroar stabilized itself on the battlefield, Lysandre activated Dynamax.

Powerful music erupted around the stadium.

Pyroar’s body expanded swiftly, reaching heights of thirty to forty meters in seconds.

Not the tallest among Dynamax Pokémon, but still towering over Beedrill, overwhelming it with suffocating pressure.

“Return, Beedrill.”

Contrary to Lysandre’s expectations, Giovanni swapped Pokémon again.

Withdrawing victorious Beedrill, Giovanni sent out another Pokémon.

Another flash of light—Giovanni summoned Golem, instantly activating Dynamax as well.

“Golem, [Dynamax]!”

Golem grew rapidly, surpassing even Pyroar in height.

Two Dynamax Pokémon now stood opposing each other.

“Looks like Giovanni doesn't plan to concede even a single point,” August murmured.

“August-san, do you mean—” Gary hadn’t even finished speaking when the battle resumed explosively.

“[Max Rockfall]!”

“[Max Strike]!”

A towering stone slab, taller than Golem itself, emerged and crashed toward Pyroar.

Simultaneously, Pyroar erupted in radiant energy, unleashing a powerful beam straight at Golem.

Max Rockfall clashed head-on with Max Strike!

The beam smashed the enormous slab into fragments.

But ultimately, Max Rockfall, being a move aligned with Golem’s type, triumphed.

The remaining massive rock slab shattered the beam into a glittering cloud of dust, smashing directly into Pyroar.

The arena’s limited space combined with both Dynamax Pokémon’s colossal sizes left Pyroar nowhere to evade, and it took the blow full-on.

Dazed, Pyroar reeled.

To make matters worse, the Max Rockfall had whipped up a sandstorm across the battlefield.

Coarse sand blasted everywhere—Golem remained unaffected, even thriving amid the sandstorm due to its typing.

Pyroar wasn’t so lucky, already disadvantaged against Golem’s typing, now further worsened by the storm.

Finally, under these stacked disadvantages, Pyroar was struck again by Max Rockfall, then finished by a follow-up Max Quake, losing all capacity to battle.

“Pyroar is unable to battle! Golem wins!”

“Lysandre has no Pokémon remaining. The winner is Giovanni!”

A flawless 3-0 victory!

Giovanni’s face remained calm. His only thought was:
Silver… He should be watching, right?

Yet, as this crossed his mind, Ball Guy’s voice echoed clearly:

“This showdown between Team Flare and Team Rocket is finally over—and Team Rocket’s leader has proven superior once again!”

Giovanni: “…”

On second thought, better if Silver doesn’t see this.

...

August sighed, disappointed he hadn’t seen Giovanni make a fool of himself. But he wasn’t discouraged; as long as Giovanni continued in the World Championship, he’d inevitably have to face either August or Pryce sooner or later anyway.

“I have to go now…” Caitlin wore the expression of someone marching off to execution.

She knew exactly what Pryce was like. Given her current strength, her chances of beating him were basically zero.

August wanted to comfort Caitlin, but didn't know what to say. After all, Pryce was here at the World Championship because he’d personally brought him.

So, after all the thousands of words he could’ve chosen, August ended up summarizing them into a single sentence:

“Good luck! Try not to lose three to zero. If you’re not instantly KO’d, it counts as a win!”

After hearing August’s words, Caitlin: “…”

How on earth does someone like you have a girlfriend?

Just as Caitlin left, Giovanni and Lysandre returned.

Neither man seemed tense or hostile. Both looked perfectly calm.

He really is the former leader of Team Flare, August thought. To maintain such perfect composure even after being swept 3-0 was impressive—not like a certain Team Plasma leader who always looked ready to have a meltdown after every loss.

I suppose that's the power of self-control.

At that moment, Pryce and Caitlin had both entered the arena.

Surprisingly, both had a considerable number of fans.

August: “?”

He could understand Caitlin’s fanbase—like Sabrina, she was a beautiful psychic prodigy, after all.

But Pryce having fans? What was going on there?

Since Pryce’s arrest, he’d only battled twice publicly before today, yet he already had such a huge following…

“Is this the charm of pure strength?” August murmured, genuinely astonished.

Hearing August talk about strength, Mew immediately patted its own chest, declaring itself—as a Mythical Pokémon—also very strong, and thus equally charming.

August glanced at Mew, gaze pointedly lingering on Mew’s increasingly round belly. He had to be honest; he just couldn’t see the charm.

Just as Mew began chasing August around in protest, Caitlin and Pryce’s battle officially began.

“Swinub, [Powder Snow],” Pryce calmly instructed his Pokémon.

Influenced by August’s earlier hype, Caitlin immediately sent out her ace Pokémon and gave it her full strength right from the start: “Reuniclus, [Psychic]!”

As Reuniclus unleashed its psychic energy, an invisible yet overwhelming wave of mental power surged toward Pryce’s Swinub.

The air itself visibly warped; even the snowflakes drifting down were twisted out of shape.

“Caitlin’s psychic abilities seem to have grown stronger again,” August remarked.

Sabrina nodded in agreement. She’d sensed it too—psychics could naturally perceive even subtle changes in each other.

Then Sabrina saw August give her a meaningful look, eyes flicking toward Mew, who was still sulking.

Sabrina: “…”

You love teasing it, and then afterward, you always expect me to calm it down…

Speechless, Sabrina scooped Mew into her arms. Mew initially squirmed, but upon realizing it was Sabrina holding it, it stopped struggling, bashfully accepting the candy Sabrina offered.

Only after Mew had popped the candy into its mouth and melted into a blissful, sugary daze did Sabrina quietly add:

“By the way, that candy’s from August~”

Hearing this, Mew froze. It wanted to spit the candy out in defiance—to express its ‘rebellious heart’—but…

It was too sweet… utterly irresistible.

Mew decided, just this once, to forgive August.

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