An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 173 Miss Mo Zhen's Battle Against the Dual-Gunner Ends in a Defeat! (This is sure to be an earth-shattering battle!)

Hearing that languid yet sexy, strange yet damnably familiar female voice ring in his ears, Gong Ping froze.

He felt his heart, honed to the point of being comparable to a Fighting-type Pokémon through countless electric shock training sessions and deep squats, was now trying to leap out of his throat to perform a [Great Self-Destruct].

This...this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!
Even if he overclocked all his CPUs to the point of smoking, it would be impossible to generate such an incredible, blasphemous, and insane scene that made the Poké Ball go crazy with electricity!

This was beyond his imagination; it belonged to a forbidden realm he wouldn't even dare to dream of!
This...this is absolutely the ultimate mental pollution attack from the perverted scientist Akromana!
Akromar, you bastard, what's with all that imagination?!
Deep within his heart, a voice, utterly humble, screamed: "Lord Mo Zhen, this is not my fault! It's all Akromma's fault! That beast is utterly wicked! I sincerely repent for all my subsequent offenses!"
After repenting for ten seconds and praying in his heart, Gongping, like a rusty robot, made a "clicking" sound as he honestly began to act.

His eyes seemed to be climbing a temple, filled with a pilgrim's reverence, his gaze slowly and laboriously ascending from those long, jade-like legs encased in black stockings, their lines as perfect as works of art.

The black stockings gleamed with a deadly matte sheen under the ambiguous light, extending all the way into the alluring realm of desire.

The gaze sweeps over the fitted women's suit skirt that perfectly accentuates the waist and hip curves, and further up is the bright red suit jacket that is impeccably tailored and perfectly wraps around the amazingly full curves.

The meticulously tailored suit buttons were now bearing an unbearable weight, the taut fabric revealing a curve that instantly made Gong Ping understand what "bigger is better" truly meant!
The image finally settled on that face—

Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, framing a breathtakingly beautiful face that could instantly subdue any male.

Her skin was as white as jade, her red lips were full and luscious, and there was a lazy yet sexy smile at the corner of her mouth.

What's most deadly are those alluring eyes, as if they hold a pair of captivating hooks that can rip out Gongping's soul with just one glance!
This...this is actually a female version of Mo Zhen!
A perfect being who combines deadly allure with devastating beauty!

Gongping had once doubted whether his ancestral home was in the Johto region, but after meeting Miss Mo Zhen—no, Miss Mo Zhen "elder"—he immediately shouted firmly: I am from Kanto!!!
【Ooo ...

Xiao Mengzi let out a shrill scream that didn't sound like a pig's squeal from Mo Zhen's shoulder, her pink fat trembling wildly, and her beady eyes almost bursting out of their sockets!
【It's over! It's all over! Lord Mo Zhen's glorious image! His divine dignity! Has been desecrated! This...this is a million times more humiliating than being squatted on by four Mighty Giants in turn! Lord Mo Zhen will definitely be extremely angry and furious now, and will take his anger out on me, turning me into a sieve with his Uzi submachine gun!!!】

It peeked at Mo Zhen with a mixture of fear and anticipation, only to find that the real Mo Zhen was completely expressionless, with not even a trace of surprise in his golden eyes. The way he looked at his gender-swapped self was as if he were just watching a commonplace, clumsy cosplay show.

Even Daimonko's eyes showed a rare hint of surprise.

He had thought that this subversive gender reassignment would be enough to make any self-proclaimed powerful being lose their composure, especially since it involved such a desecration of their own image.

However, Mo Zhen's reaction was as calm as if she were watching an outdated anime series.

"Ah."

Seeing Da Mengzi's expression of being a country bumpkin in the city, Mo Zhen smiled coldly, a superior smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong? Da Mengzi, do you think this little scene can intimidate me? It's just a gender swap, the last dungeon I played was already updated to the LGBTQIA+ rainbow flag version, which is many iterations ahead of your outdated Pokémon world! Trying to scare a seasoned artist with such an outdated trick? You're too young, too naive, even a bit childish."

His gaze was sharp as he stared at the core of Da Mengzi's consciousness hidden beneath his cold mask, and he retorted sarcastically.

"I didn't realize that someone as usually asexual as you would actually dress up as a woman yourself? Tsk tsk, could it be... that you have some kind of peculiar fetish hidden deep down?"

Having her identity as a costumed dog exposed, the person behind the costume, Daimyoko, remained expressionless, her voice still carrying that divine indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

"Gender? It's just a crude label used by lower creatures to distinguish their reproductive functions. To a deity like me, who controls dreams and weaves destiny, the physical form is merely a shell, and gender is meaningless. How could a god be defined by something as trivial as gender?"

"Oh~"

Mo Zhen drawled out the words, then tapped her head with her finger as if suddenly realizing something.

"I almost forgot, you're an asexual being who doesn't have that thing. No wonder you could come up with such a crooked trick."

He then put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and his face radiated an almost blind confidence.

"However, you pulled this trick to test my good-for-nothing disciple, Gongping? Ha! Damengzi! You've already lost! You've lost because you know nothing of the deep-seated loyalty and reverence my disciple has for me!"

His tone was resolute, as if he were stating a universal truth.

"You have no idea how much respect, how much worship, how much he regards me as a god! In his heart, you have no idea that I, Mo Zhen, am the goddess of art walking among men, the sun he would look up to with his life! I, Mo Zhen, am the only lighthouse guiding him out of the sewers, the savior of his soul! Trying to test him with such a boring and low-level illusion? Let me tell you, he wouldn't dare touch a single hair on 'Miss Mo Zhen'! Even a glance would be a desecration of the idol in his heart! His loyalty to me has been certified through the hellish training of the Akromar Laboratory, it is unbreakable! Just wait and see him easily shatter your ridiculous temptation with his resolute eyes and confident smile!"

Da Mengzi's cold eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, a smile that was almost evil appeared on her face.

"Really? It seems your understanding of him is also stuck in some outdated version..."

He glanced meaningfully at Gong Ping, who was lying on the ground, delirious and on the verge of exploding, and the wicked smile on his lips deepened.

Sometimes, the collapse of faith or the growth of desire can happen in an instant. Who knows, it might bring you unexpected surprises?

In the very moment the two were exchanging words, Gong Ping, who was directly struck by the stunningly sexy charm of "Miss Mo Zhen," completely overloaded his brain!

In an instant, countless images flashed through Gongping's mind: rocket launch, volcanic eruption, high-pressure water cannon, jet of flame, sword from a precipice, primal fluctuations...

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph ahh ...

With a deep, angry roar, two jets of scalding red blood, as hot as a high-pressure water gun, suddenly gushed from Gongping's nostrils!
The sheer amount of blood and the sheer force of the impact were on a scale that only appears in a comedy comic!
Immediately afterwards, his eyes rolled back, and his body, as if relieved of a great burden, fell straight down onto the carpet behind him.

The "Miss Mo Zhen," controlled by the costumed man Da Mengzi, looked surprised and suspicious. Before she could even say a word, the boy inexplicably collapsed!
Da Mengzi glanced at Mo Zhen with some suspicion. Perhaps this kid really was as loyal and righteous as he said, using such an extreme method to resist the temptations that might come next?

Clearly, even Daiyuko, who calls herself the God of Dreams, underestimated the extent of the oppression of the Unova King of Suppression.

Just as Gongping was about to die from blood loss and lack of oxygen, becoming the first bizarre trainer to die suddenly after just glancing at the gender-swapped version of his mentor...

The two old-fashioned Poké Balls in his pocket suddenly erupted with intense golden arcs of electricity, carrying a life-like rhythm!
Sizzle—sizzle—!
The electric current, like two invisible yet powerful artistic hands, pressed down hard on Gongping's violently heaving chest, performing an inhumane cardiopulmonary resuscitation!
Each electric shock was accompanied by Gongping's exaggerated bouncing and muffled groans of "Hmph!"

Gongping's life, which was on the verge of being extinguished, was miraculously rekindled by the electric shock!

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

Three minutes later, Gongping gasped for air as if he were drowning and had just come ashore, and slowly woke up.

His eyes glazed over for a few seconds before being filled with immense shame and anger, revealing a look of utter despair.

"Ah...Akromar! You bastard! How could you be so evil! I'll never forgive you!"

He lay on the ground, pounding the soft carpet with all his might, shouting hoarsely.

"How could they... how could they use something like this to test their cadres?! This is simply... outrageous! It's an outrage against both heaven and earth!"

Then Gongping, like a true warrior, flashed a steely and resolute gaze in his eyes, as if he were about to participate in a holy war.

"Fake! It's all an illusion! It's the enemy's sugar-coated bullets trying to erode my steely will! Gongping! Stand up! Like a real man! Like a real warrior! Like a people's trainer taught by Mr. Mo Zhen! Cheer up! Fight! Overcome it! Even if the enemy is... is... is Miss Mo Zhen!!! I'll only fight!!!"

At that moment, a resolute look, almost tragic, burst forth in Gong Ping's eyes—the look of a suicide squad member about to rush to the battlefield where death was certain!
The Poké Ball burst forth with dazzling lightning, connecting and summoning Ah Shui's consciousness!

As if summoning a heroic spirit, the blue figure of Shuangqiangmaru Ashui, with a weathered look in his eyes, appeared before him.

"Ah Shui!" Gong Ping's voice was solemn, as if he were reading a will, carrying a resolute tone like the mournful sound of the wind and the cold waters of the Yi River.

"Give me the guns! I want both!"

Ah Shui shuddered, her usually murky eyes, which seemed to have seen through the ways of the world, instantly filled with tears as she looked at Gong Ping in disbelief.

"Gongping...you...do you know what you're saying? That's...that's Miss Mo Zhen! Are you crazy?!"

At that moment, as if knowing that the other side was fighting a war that could not be won, Ah Shui's voice was hoarse with sobs.

"Even if it were Miss Ruri's Armored Clam, which has mastered Armored Haki to its extreme, I believe you could fight her! But... if the opponent is her... don't be ridiculous! You... you will definitely die!"

Gong Ping gave a bitter smile, a smile that looked worse than crying in A Shui's eyes, yet it also conveyed a sense of calm without resentment or regret.

"If my opponent is Miss Mo Zhen... dying in this dream is my only destiny, and my greatest honor!!!"

He straightened his broken spine, his eyes burning with the flame of fighting spirit, and solemnly told Ah Shui.

“Ah Shui, do you know that there are some things in this world that are more precious than life itself? This is my choice! My path of peace! I, Gong Ping, have no regrets about everything I have done today!”

Seeing the familiar resolve in Gongping's eyes, Ashui closed her eyes in anguish.

At this moment, perhaps knowing Gongping's fate, its pain was beyond anyone's imagination; only it could know it...

Trembling, it slowly and heavily drew the two enormous pistols, symbols of its power and bond, from their holsters at its waist.

The gun was cold, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Gongping...Catch the gun—!!!"

Ah Shui let out a roar that was a mixture of despair and tragedy, and hurled his two guns at Gong Ping.

Gong Ping grabbed it and refined it in an instant!

He looked down at the two Supreme Great Guns in his hands, his face showing no more hesitation, only a resolute determination to live or die!
He took a deep breath, like a warrior about to charge into battle, and resolutely turned to face the "Miss Mo Zhen" who exuded a deadly allure and aura of destruction.

He didn't dare to look up!
Because that face is a more terrifying and destructive weapon than Arceus's Shattered Light!
One more look and it'll explode!

He feared that his hard-won fighting spirit would melt away like a snowman in the sunlight, and that the enemy would inflict a [Bleeding] debuff, causing him to die from excessive blood loss!

He absolutely could not accept such a pathetic way to die!

Even if we are going to die, we must die gloriously, fighting to the very last moment, until we run out of ammunition and food!

At this moment, seeing Gong Ping holding two guns and pointing them at her, "Miss Mo Zhen" showed a look of astonishment.

Dai Mengzi had imagined countless possible developments, but the dual-wielding gunslinger Gongping before him was something he had never even considered before…

Mo Zhen was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that this rebellious thing would dare to brandish two guns at "her"!
At this moment, Gong Ping's gaze was fixed on "Miss Mo Zhen's" fair and jade-like hands hanging at her sides—those artistic hands that had performed the [Spirit Ball Spin] technique countless times in his fantasies!
"Come...come and fight! Miss Mo...Miss Mo Zhen!"

Gong Ping's voice trembled violently due to extreme tension and repression, and he stammered, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Clearly, such an opponent was far too much for him, and he only dared to issue the lowest level of challenge.

"Just like last time! Use your hand to unleash [Spirit Ball Spin] to fight me!!!"

After saying that, he took out his two guns and prepared to charge at his opponent.

However, just as Gongping shouted, "Just like last time"—

A sudden change occurred!

The "Miss Mo Zhen," whose eyes were originally full of endless allure, suddenly underwent a dramatic change in her aura!

A chilling, violent, and terrifying killing intent, seemingly capable of crushing the entire dream and the real universe together, soared into the sky!

Her alluring eyes were instantly frozen, replaced by two golden pupils burning with furious flames!
Even more terrifying was that, without her noticing, a jet-black blade of light, refined to its extreme and radiating an aura that could annihilate souls, had materialized in her fair, jade-like hand!
The blade's light flickered erratically; its mere presence caused the surrounding dream space to groan under its unbearable strain, cracking inch by inch!
"Uh?!"

Daimengzi let out a very soft but astonished groan.

He discovered that his control over the "Miss Mo Zhen" persona had been instantly taken away by a powerful consciousness!
The body currently occupying the "Miss Mo Zhen" form is none other than the enraged Mo Zhen herself!
"Miss Mo Zhen" slowly raised her golden eyes, which burned like hellfire, and stared intently at Gong Ping, who was on the ground holding two guns and shouting "just like last time".

Her voice was no longer languid and sexy; instead, every word carried a bloodthirsty murderous intent, clearly echoing in the deathly silent dream space.

"Like last time?!?"

"Heh...hehehe..."

A low laugh escaped from "her" throat, initially suppressed, then frantic, and finally bursting into a chilling, maniacal laugh!

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!!! Gongping, you've really given your teacher a huge 'surprise'!!"

Under Mo Zhen's soul-chilling gaze and maniacal laughter, Gong Ping felt a chill run from his tailbone straight to the top of his head.

His face was ashen, his teeth chattering wildly, and he stammered incoherently as he tried to explain.

"Miss Mo... Miss Mo Zhen... No! Mr. Mo Zhen! No... It's not what you think! It was... it was Akromma who forced me! It was to stand up... to... to continue being a People's Trainer!"

The mad smile on Miss Mo Zhen's face grew brighter and more terrifying.

The hand, imbued with the gleam of a dark blade, slowly rose and aimed at Gong Ping, who was trembling like a leaf on the ground.

"That's a good explanation. I'll remember to give you a pair of hands to help you in your next life..."

The moment the words fell, the hand that was imbued with the light of a world-destroying blade, carrying the will of judgment and the raging fury of the god of art being desecrated, transformed into the Hellish Funeral Hand Blade, tearing through dreams and burying everything!

Before the blade even arrived, the terrifying killing intent and oppressive aura had already completely frozen Gong Ping's consciousness!

The last thing he saw was that pair of artistic hands that had given him new life, now transformed into a deadly scythe, radiating a light that could annihilate everything, mercilessly slashing down!
boom--! ! ! !

The dream is shattered.

The two guns were also shattered.

(End of this chapter)