anwhile, Sky Island was exceptionally lively. Magnus and Lance’s first Masters Eight match was about to begin.
The stadium seats were packed with spectators.
Both Magnus and Lance had decent popularity, though Lance’s was decidedly negative popularity.
Many people ca with the sa mindset as when watching John brutally defeat Lance, eager to see this match.
Of course, there were also many loyal Magnus fans. Even though he’d previously lost to John, they still hoped Magnus could demonstrate combat capabilities surpassing John today, proving their idol hadn’t fallen behind and could still challenge John.
Magnus Valeastrum stood at the challenger’s position, gazing across the entire battle arena.
His heart surged with "boundless ambition."
What? Fans want to challenge John?
Being second place in the world isn’t bad either~~
Opposite Magnus, Lance had also arrived, frowning. Compared to Eastern Na, his pressure was considerably greater.
After being defeated by John, he’d indeed felt his ego sowhat damaged.
Although Lance consoled himself that he’d only revealed partial strength, letting John and the other Masters Eight underestimate him... John’s overwhelming power was undeniably real, the exhibition match a complete crushing with no chance for counterattack whatsoever.
BOOM!!!
It sounded like war drums beating, colliding.
"A sanctury appeared on Sky Island?" Magnus felt sowhat incredulous. Sky Island was originally just an island surface that used special power to float in the sky.
Before Magnus could think clearly, the battle arena’s center suddenly manifested a spatial rift. A bizarre phantom appeared, displayed in 3D holographic form above the battle arena.
Like broadcasting a massive video.
One creature resembled mountains made flesh, its entire body radiating heat waves. Besides an oppressive presence, it carried a special heaviness, as though even the earth beneath couldn’t bear its weight.
Another Pokemon floated above the water’s surface in mid-air, light shooting from its entire body. Beyond the oppressive feeling, it possessed an attractive mystique.
"Could this be a realm involving Kyogre and Groudon?!" Magnus clenched his fist, feeling as though his luck was finally arriving.
Besides Magnus, many others recognized Kyogre and Groudon.
Since the previous Masters Eight tournant, because various trainers had consecutively revealed Legendary Pokemon, this had triggered worldwide trainer pursuit of Legendary Pokemon knowledge.
Countless video creators erged, various mythology scholars jumped out to popularize scientific knowledge about Legendary Pokemon.
Among them, as apex-tier deity Pokemon, Groudon the Land Creator and Kyogre the Ocean God, these two top-tier divine beings were naturally emphasized introduction subjects. Although they rarely appeared before human eyes, scattered photographs still existed in the world.
Cara operators imdiately shifted to more diligent filming.
Referencing Groudon and Kyogre’s fundantally opposing mythological histories, people couldn’t help speculating.
"Could two trainers have controlled these two Legendary Pokemon in battle?"
But... who could control two Legendary Pokemon fighting each other?
The crowd noticed sothing stranger.
Looking closer at the positioning, it wasn’t two trainers wanting to duel, but rather these two Pokemon joining forces against soone else!
But who would be worthy of their combined assault...
Suddenly, a handso and heroic figure struck their vision. He wore black pants, a white shirt, and a deep blue scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. His right hand rested at his waist where six Pokeballs hung. His eyes gazed calmly at the two great deities before him!
The spectator audience all froze, watching intently.
Suddenly, soone scread in recognition.
"That’s John! That’s the Champion!"
The entire stadium erupted into chaos.
"What?! John’s fighting Groudon AND Kyogre?!"
"Both at the sa ti?!"
"Where is this happening?!"
On the battlefield, Magnus and Lance exchanged glances, their planned match suddenly seeming far less important. Even the referee stood frozen, uncertain whether to continue.
The holographic projection showed John standing alone on a small island, the boundary line between scorching volcanic terrain and storm-wracked ocean. Primal Groudon’s golden patterns blazed on the left. Primal Kyogre’s luminous markings glead on the right.
Two top-tier Legendary Pokemon in their most powerful forms.
Against one trainer.
"Impossible," Lance breathed. "Even John can’t... can he?"
Magnus said nothing, but his fists clenched tighter. Part of him hoped John would fail, proving the gap between them wasn’t insurmountable. Part of him hoped John would succeed, because if John lost here, what chance did any of them have?
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