An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 169 The Combined Divine Power of Mo Zhen and Tang Long (Mo Zhen's Day of Suffering)
After advancing to the rank of Dou Shi, Xiao Huolong's aura was completely different from before. His crimson-gold gauze robe flowed like lava, as if it had gilded the edge of this walking peach.

It stomped the ground hard and used its explosive step, making the entire warehouse feel as if it had been stomped on by an invisible giant foot, groaning under the weight!
Suddenly, a huge crack several meters in diameter appeared beneath its feet, and fragments of rock and iron flew out in a radial pattern.

Its massive body, like a cheap rocket with its tail on fire, hurtled towards the terrified enemy with a shrill whistle that tore through the air!

Its momentum was unstoppable, as if it would charge straight at Arceus if it were in front of it!

Facing a group of enemies huddled together, scrambling and crawling to get away, Xiao Huolong frantically gathered the thick, surging liquefied battle qi within his body, which was like viscous magma, into his arm, which was as thick as a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

This time, the liquefied battle aura truly reached the legendary level of "surging waves"!

It was no longer the fake waves simulated by gaseous battle qi, but a real energy tsunami containing destructive undercurrents!

The fighting spirit within his arm surged and layered amidst rapid vibrations, like crashing waves, one higher than the next. The accumulated terrifying power instantly broke through Xiao Huolong's sixth level of collapse, a level that even he himself was dumbfounded about!
The air around my arm began to distort and emit a low hum!
"Aaaaaah—The Sixth Collapse: Tsunami Annihilation!!!"

The six layers of hidden force merged into one, no longer striking in stages, but instantly transforming into a devastating torrent of energy that erupted fiercely from Xiao Huolong's fist!
The scene was like a small sun exploding in a warehouse!

The blinding crimson-gold light expanded rapidly, and the terrifying shockwave spread out in a spherical shape, sweeping away and throwing enemies, container fragments, and even pieces of sheet metal that had fallen from the ground within its range as if they were waste paper in a junkyard!
The unlucky monster at the center of the explosion didn't even get a proper scream before it exploded on the spot!
The colorful dyes, mixed with the smell of burnt and the strange aroma of burning protein, radiated outwards and covered the side of a nearby shipping container, forming an abstract mural full of postmodernist flair!

Colt witnessed the carnage and his crotch immediately became wet.

He, the dignified leader of the Seventh District, was actually scared to death by a can of yellow peaches!

His face drained of color, and in his extreme fear, his survival instincts triggered his extraordinary wisdom, leading him to devise a strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

"Focus fire! Focus fire on that guy in the red suit! Hit him! Hit him now!!"

He pointed at Mo Zhen, whose red suit was flapping wildly in the blast wave, and let out a scream that sounded like a sob.

Upon hearing this, Akromah, who was standing next to him, nearly popped her eyes out of her glasses and let out a hysterical roar.

"Stop! Stop, you idiots! Don't hurt him! He's mine! My experimental subject! My one-of-a-kind treasure! A million times more precious than all your worthless lives combined!! Put the gun down! Put it down!!"

His frenzied appearance was exactly like Gollum guarding the One Ring, his eyes burning with a morbid possessiveness for his "treasure".

But with life and death at stake, Colt was blinded by greed and no longer cared about the crazy orders of this freak scientist.
His henchmen only recognize bullets, not their fathers; the instinct for survival overrides everything!
"Open fire! Shoot the one in the red shirt!!"

The remaining gun barrel instantly turned around, and the bullets, like hornets whose nest had been disturbed, buzzed and rushed wildly towards Mo Zhen!

However, Mo Zhen revealed a confident smile on his face, a smile that suggested he was in complete control, almost like a god.

Do you think a bullet of this magnitude could possibly reach me?

It's time to reveal my divine power to the world!
He elegantly snapped his fingers, communicating with the pink power bank next to him, which had lost weight due to being frantically drained of its energy and was now grumbling.

"Little Mengzi, get to work! Telekinetic barrier, block..."

However, before Mo Zhen could finish saying "block," and before Xiao Mengzi's bloated face could react, a huge shadow, like justice descending from the sky, suddenly appeared above Mo Zhen's head!
As soon as Xiao Huolong saw that "Old Chi" was in danger, his big Tang-style eyes widened instantly, filled with extreme terror that "Old Chi is in trouble"!

Its simple Down syndrome brain didn't have time to think; its body's instinctive reactions overwhelmed everything!
Pushing his explosive step to an unprecedented limit, Xiao Huolong created another deep crater beneath his feet. His massive body transformed into a crimson-gold afterimage, charging madly towards Mo Zhen at a bizarre speed that defied fluid dynamics and his own weight!

"NO——!!!!!!"

Amid Mo Zhen's desperate cries, Tang Long executed a 360-degree spin followed by a superhero-style landing, using the "Mount Tai Press" technique to precisely and securely protect Mo Zhen under his thick, warm belly!

The bullets clanged and clattered against its crimson-gold battle aura-covered garment, sending sparks flying, as if tickling it.

"Ouch... Oh!"

Mo Zhen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if a dump truck loaded with canned yellow peaches had struck his chest at 180 miles per hour!
His elegant artist image collapsed instantly, and he almost went to meet Arceus with his eyes rolled back!
Although Tang's Fat Dragon was fatter than Little Fire Dragon or even Fire Dragon during his previous fighter days, he weighed at most a hundred pounds and could barely be considered a nimble fat man!
However, after advancing to the rank of Battle Master, the liquefied Battle Qi seemed to increase the weight of this can of yellow peaches.

Judging from his own body, which was being pressed down so hard that his eyes were rolling back, Mo Zhen estimated that this guy probably weighed close to 300 pounds, a real giant stomach!

"Tang Long! Get up! Who the hell let you come back?!"

Mo Zhen was so angry that she was practically spitting fire. She pushed the can of yellow peaches off her body with all her might while letting out a roar with the last bit of air in her lungs.

Xiao Huolong shook his round head with difficulty, his voice deep and resonant, full of simple-minded determination.

"Protect... Elder Chi... I won't leave..."

Ignoring the fact that the canned yellow peach had suddenly become talkative after advancing to the Dou Shi level, Mo Zhen, who had almost been flattened, furiously pounded its pig-like head and cursed loudly.

"Protect you my foot! Then what the hell are you doing, pushing against the wall?! Push against it one more time, and believe me, I'll pickle you up right now, turn you into canned peaches, and export you to the Galar!!"

Mo Zhen felt that her artistic cultivation was being thoroughly rubbed into the ground by Tang Long.

Xiao Huolong shuddered with fright and hurriedly explained in a tearful voice.

"The bullet...it's the bullet pushing me! I didn't move!"

Mo Zhen was so angry that she almost ground her teeth to powder, but then she thought that with Tang Long's brain capacity, which was only the size of a walnut kernel, he really couldn't come up with such a brilliant excuse. It was probably really the force of the bullet.

The problem is, this idiot is like a leech, clinging to him and refusing to budge. As the god of art, he can only passively act as a human cushion, completely unable to command a counterattack!

What's even more deadly is that Tang Long has focused all his skills on close-quarters combat and acting as a human shield; what about ranged attacks?
No, it doesn't even produce a flame!

Damn it, it's time for me to unleash my divine power again! You dead peach canned fruit, just enlighten me!

The next second, Xiao Huolong was no longer faced with the steel dome of the warehouse and the bullets flying around, but with a chaotic, vast, strange space that seemed to be made of pure power!
At the center of the space, a terrifying aura that seemed capable of suppressing all the heavens descended upon Xiao Huolong without warning!
A towering, majestic male figure appeared as if stepping out from the ancient river of time. His aura was so powerful that even the heavens and earth seemed to shrink in front of him!
Xiao Huolong's consciousness trembled under this oppressive force, making even thinking extremely difficult.

It used all its strength to barely make out the blurry facial features of the phantom, and its soul trembled with instinctive awe as it spoke.

"May I ask...who are you, great master?"

The majestic phantom seemed to be formed from an ancient will, and a magnificent voice that could shatter stars resounded directly in Xiao Huolong's core consciousness.

I am the founder of the Eight Great Daos, the supreme master of the return of all things to their origin—the Eight Great Emperors!

Xiao Huolong was so frightened he almost split open on the spot!

The Eight Great Emperors?!
That legendary figure who exists only in its rudimentary Tang Dynasty fantasy, capable of annihilating billions of lives with a single blow?

It had imagined the majestic figure of this master countless times while practicing Extreme Eight Collapse, but this was the first time it had ever seen the real person in person!
That sense of oppression was more terrifying than a hundred Red Elders combined!
Its body trembled violently with excitement. In its extreme fear and trepidation, a question that had troubled it for a long time uncontrollably sprang from its simple stream of consciousness: "The...Eight Great Emperors...you...your head...why...does it look...pointed?"

The phantom of the Eight Great Emperors, composed of endless laws of power, seemed to freeze for a moment, as if the entire space of consciousness had been momentarily stunned by this foolish question.

Immediately afterwards, an even grander will, seemingly containing the profound mysteries of birth, death, and reincarnation, descended, carrying with it a serene and lofty quality, like a frog in a well unable to comprehend the ocean.

[This is the manifestation of the Dao, the ultimate eight aspects! It is the supreme Dao standard condensed from the true meaning of the ultimate eight permeating the universe! It is a mystery that cannot be comprehended by ignorant beings like you... still trapped in the form of canned peaches!]

Xiao Huolong subconsciously touched his round head, a ripple of worry rising from the depths of his soul.

The ultimate form? Could it be that after practicing to the end, my perfect peach-shaped head will also become pointy?
The Eight Great Emperors clearly had no intention of getting bogged down in such trivial matters.

His illusory image, formed from laws, suddenly became incredibly solid, and his solemn will resounded like a great bell in Xiao Huolong's sea of ​​consciousness.

[The Eightfold Path is inherently invincible; why borrow the power of the Supreme Being? However, what you previously practiced was merely superficial, resembling the form but lacking the essence! The true Eightfold Path requires the liquefaction of battle qi, flowing like mercury, to bear the immense power capable of shattering countless worlds! Now that your liquefaction is beginning, it is the time to inherit its true meaning!]

Before the words were finished, the phantoms of the Eight Great Emperors suddenly trembled!
His hands didn't move at all; it was just a surge of pure, unadulterated intention!
A vast and boundless torrent of battle qi, seemingly formed from the instant of the destruction of billions of living beings, arose out of thin air and fiercely poured down upon Xiao Huolong!

At this moment, amidst that vast torrent, Xiao Huolong instantly experienced the true essence of the Eight Great Daos!
That was the ultimate compression, vibration, superposition, and... release of power!
In reality, Mo Zhen, who was on the verge of suffocation, let out a long sigh of relief.

He just passed on his life's work to Tang Long. If Tang Long can grasp even one ten-thousandth of its essence, he will be able to master the profound meaning of Extreme Eight!
Suddenly, he felt the can of yellow peaches on his body begin to vibrate violently and at a high frequency, as if there was a vibrating motor on the highest setting inside his belly.

An ominous premonition surged in Mo Zhen's heart, and he screamed in terror.

"Hey! What are you doing! Tang Long, you're not going to use that trick on me, are you?!"

"Aa ...

At that moment, Xiao Huolong let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and ecstasy!

It suddenly lifted the arm that was pressing down on Mo Zhen!
The crimson-gold liquefied battle aura, like boiling magma, frantically converged towards that arm!

At the same time, it made a move that left everyone dumbfounded with its other claw—it frantically rubbed that claw on the arm that was filled with terrifying fighting spirit with an unbelievable frequency and force!
Faster! Faster! Even faster!
Just like Naruto Uzumaki rapidly rubs his hands to unleash the Rasengan, Xiao Huolong's Burning Technique fighting spirit is being frantically compressed, vibrated, and superimposed as he rubs his hands together!
The arm instantly swelled up, and the fighting spirit beneath the skin surged and roared like billions of raging dragons!
Finally, when the fighting spirit in that arm reached a certain critical point—

"Roar--!!!"

All that could be heard was a roar that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness, coming from inside the arm that had been frantically "cranked"!

The battle energy, condensed to its extreme, could no longer be restrained and exploded with a deafening roar!
A beam of fighting spirit, resembling a raging crimson dragon, was no longer in the form of the previous Crushing Fist, but roared out from Xiao Huolong's fist in a jet-like motion!

"Ughhhhhh—my kidneys! Tang's Fat Dragon, stop right now!!!"

Mo Zhen's screams were suppressed by Xiao Huolong's heavy body and the terrifying recoil from the violent jet of air.

Each burst of energy pulse was accompanied by a violent tremor of Xiao Huolong's fat body, as if a 300-pound sledgehammer was repeatedly pounding on him!

His perfectly slender body was about to be crushed into the cold cement by the reaction force of the fat dragon's buttocks and the jet of air!

Xiao Huolong gritted his teeth and launched powerful shocks with his arm, letting out a deafening roar.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—Old Red, just bear with it a little longer! If I don't use this move, I really can't annihilate the enemy!"

Wherever it passed, the remaining enemies were swept away as if by an invisible giant plow, instantly collapsing and falling to the ground!
"Caw—It's so hot! It's going to explode!"

Several men wearing bulletproof vests had their vests torn apart and set on fire like pieces of paper.

The terrifying impact caused their bodies to explode instantly in the torrent of high-energy fighting spirit, like rotten tomatoes hit by a high-pressure water gun!

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!!!"

An armored tyrannosaurus that tried to withstand the attack with "Defend" had its light shield shatter instantly like a soap bubble.

Its heavy armor made a teeth-grinding cracking sound the moment it came into contact with the beam of light. Its massive body was pushed back by the overwhelming impact, and then the iron armor shattered inch by inch!
This is the seventh collapse of Extreme Eight Collapse - Forced Strike and Annihilation!

Faced with this truly devastating collapse, Akroma's meticulously planned united army utterly crumbled!

The army was defeated like a landslide, and the remnants of the army scattered and fled like ants in a nest that had been doused with boiling water.

Just as the entire army was about to be wiped out, Akroma, who had been clutching his injured leg and whose face was ashen, suddenly burst into a manic laugh!

The laughter sounded particularly jarring in the chaotic warehouse.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant, Mo Zhen! Today's 'performance' far exceeded my expectations! It was more perfect than any lab data!!"

He suddenly straightened up, and although his leg injury made him stagger, his eyes behind his glasses shone with a rational light as he regained control of everything, all the previous madness gone.

"Poison Smoke Team? Quick-Gun Team? Ha... These boring childish games mean nothing to me anymore!"

He opened his arms as if embracing the impending end, his voice carrying a martyr's fervor.

"Now! This is the final experiment! Witness the miracle of the power of dreams!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cargo containers that had been silent all around suddenly popped open!

Thick pink smoke, like living pink tentacles, surged forth and instantly engulfed the entire Warehouse No. 7!
As far as the eye could see, all that remained was a strange and mesmerizing pink.

Just as Mengziyan engulfed Warehouse No. 7, Akroma's phone suddenly rang.

He was initially immersed in fervor, but his expression changed abruptly the moment he received the call.

"Huh? Boss, what's wrong with you...?"

On the phone came a voice that Cabin knew all too well.

【You did a great job, Akromma. Now... you can leave!】

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Requesting monthly votes, no prize for guessing: Who is the owner behind Akrom?

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