(A/N: BR has evolved into a full-fledged Legend! Bonus Chapter incoming!)
Gyarados, Blaziken, Greninja, Tyranitar, and Garchomp—five formidable Pokémon lined up, ready for battle. But against Machamp, John's ntor's ace Pokémon, they might as well have been paper tigers.
Machamp didn't just counter their attacks—it tore through them with overwhelming precision and brutality. Every strike carried an effect beyond its intended move, as if blending multiple techniques into one devastating assault. This wasn't just raw power; it was the result of decades of relentless training and refinent.
The first to step up was Gyarados. The serpentine beast roared, sending a Hydro Pump surging toward Machamp. But before the water could even reach its target, Machamp's Dynamic Punch slamd through it, dispersing the blast into harmless mist. When Gyarados followed up with Slash, trying to use the cover of the water to land a critical blow, Machamp twisted its body at the last second, dodging smoothly before countering with an uppercut that sent Gyarados crashing to the ground.
This had nothing to do with levels—it was pure skill. The kind that only ca from years of battle-hardened experience.
John knew that his own Pokémon could reach this level too. But it would take decades of intense training. His ntor had likely spent at least twenty or thirty years raising this Machamp, refining its techniques to perfection.
Greninja was next. It attempted a Substitute, creating clones to confuse Machamp. But with four arms, Machamp had no trouble dealing with multiple targets at once. It smashed through the illusion with ease, slamming its fists into the real Greninja before it could react.
A desperate Water Shuriken followed, but Machamp sliced through it with sheer force, sending the shattered projectiles scattering across the battlefield. Greninja was fast—far faster than Machamp—but in close quarters, its raw explosive power couldn't match the seasoned warrior.
Then ca Blaziken. A fellow Fighting-type, it charged in, fists glowing with Thunder Punch. But against Machamp, it was like a rookie stepping into the ring with a heavyweight champion. Every strike was t with a brutal counter, leaving Blaziken completely overwheld. It barely lasted a few exchanges before being sent flying.
Tyranitar's fate was even worse. With its quadruple weakness to Fighting-type moves, it never stood a chance. One clean hit from Close Combat, and it was down.
Only Garchomp remained.
The ground trembled as Garchomp unleashed Earthquake, the move powered up by its legendary lineage. For the first ti, John saw sothing unusual—his ntor nodded in approval.
But approval didn't an rcy.
Before the shockwave could reach its full force, Machamp's fists glowed with Dynamic Punch, firing multiple devastating energy blasts. The sheer force of the counterattack ripped through the Earthquake, nullifying it completely.
A mont later, Garchomp lunged forward, opting for a lee attack instead. But Machamp was ready. With a precise strike, it sent the dragon tumbling backward, completely overpowered.
The battle wasn't just a lesson in strength—it was a brutal showcase of technique and mastery.
Each of John's Pokémon had been allowed five knockouts before being rotated out, giving them multiple chances to land a hit. Yet, even after all that, Machamp barely showed signs of fatigue. John knew what this ant—Machamp had to be over level 90.
And what was even crazier? According to his ntor, this wasn't even his strongest Pokémon.
Just how powerful was this man?
"You did well," John's ntor said, his voice calm but firm. "You actually managed to make Machamp tired. That's an achievent in itself."
John exhaled sharply, accepting the rare complint. But he wasn't done yet.
"I rember you have a Gardevoir as well," his ntor continued. "How about a little wager? If you can land even a single move on Machamp, I'll give you a treasure-tier Pokémon item as a reward."
John's eyes glead with excitent. Up until now, victory had seed impossible—but landing just one hit? That was sothing else entirely.
"Alright," he said, pulling out a Pokeball. "Gardevoir, you're up!"
A flash of light, and Gardevoir floated gracefully onto the battlefield, her flowing white gown shimring in the sun.
John's ntor let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Another Shiny Pokémon?" he muttered. "That makes three now... First Gyarados, now Gardevoir? Your luck is sothing else."
But luck wasn't going to win this battle. Strategy would.
"Gardevoir, use Power Split!" John commanded.
If Machamp was overwhelmingly strong, then Gardevoir could at least share the burden, redistributing its power.
A crimson energy orb ford in front of Gardevoir, ready to connect with Machamp.
But before it could land, Machamp crossed its arms, and a strange blue aura enveloped its body.
John's heart sank.
"No way..." he murmured.
The Power Split energy collided with the aura—and was instantly consud, snuffed out like a candle in a storm.
"That... was Aura," John realized. His mind raced, struggling to process what had just happened. Machamp has Aura powers?
John's ntor chuckled, clearly enjoying his student's stunned expression. "Aura is one of the most fundantal forces in the Pokémon world," he explained. "It's incredibly versatile. Not only can it amplify moves, but it can also be used defensively, even against Psychic-type techniques."
John clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes. "I need to learn this," he muttered to himself.
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