This elf world is a bit strange

When they become deep darkness, the end will come.

"This... scoundrel!"

Korni showed a look of disbelief. From the tit-for-tat confrontation just now to the extremely conservative tactics of destroying the song at this moment, such a sudden change made her unable to react for a while.

When she realized something was wrong, she gritted her teeth and said, "Damn it! Lucario! Go over there and use Comet Punch!"

“Luka!——”

There was no room for rotation, so they had to seize the last moment and continue their attack.

The galloping figure shuttled across the battlefield, with each move being fierce and aiming directly at the dream demon's vital points.

However, this time, the determined Dream Monster no longer confronted Mega Lucario head-on, but used its powerful mobility to fight in mid-air, dodging when it could, and using its Stand and Guard to resist in turns if it couldn't. In a short moment, although Mega Lucario gained a small advantage, it was difficult to find any flaws.

The black mark on the chest gradually darkened and became a bit darker red.

Energy fluctuations full of destructive meaning flowed in the bodies of both sides at the same time, like the sword of Damocles hanging above their heads, accumulating pressure.

Shadow Claws, Comet Punch, and the irresistible Dark Wave and Cannon Beam Cannon, between long-range and close combat, Mega Lucario demonstrated all the skills he had practiced for many years, but he was always unable to win with one blow.

The sense of urgency of the impending crisis made it extremely anxious, and its attacks became more and more vigorous. Its personality, which was not as calm as usual due to the energy stimulation of mega evolution, became even more impatient at this moment.

The blind attack made it increasingly neglect its own protection and long-term planning. All it could see was a small figure floating in front of it, which seemed likely to be knocked down at any time and whose clothes could never be touched.

Suddenly, Mega Lucario, who was gathering strength to use Dragon Wave to restrict the movement of the Dream Monster, made a mistake in a hurry, and the wave guide he had placed great trust in actually lost the location of the Dream Monster.

"Luca?!"

Surprised, Mega Lucario searched everywhere but found nothing.

"It's up there! Lucario! Metal Claw!"

"Go ahead, dream demon, electromagnetic waves!"

Korni's exclamation and Firion's roar came from two directions at the same time, one in front and one behind, ringing alarm bells in Mega Lucario's heart.

"Luca!"

Raising his head and staring at the dream demon falling from the sky, Mega Lucario forced himself to suppress his restless heart. Instead of being calm, increasingly violent waves shot out from his body, breaking through the barrier of the aura and wandering around like a dancing mad snake.

"Madge!"

The purple-black ghost energy wrapped around the whole body of the dream demon, like a burning black flame.

After a long fight, it finally found a flaw and rushed forward head-on to face Mega Lucario's metal claws without any hesitation.

"Bang! Sizzle!"

The indestructible claws chopped heavily on the back of the dream monster. The dazzling electromagnetic waves took this opportunity to pass through the barrier of the waveguide and turned into countless invisible ropes, completely binding Mega Lucario.

"Comet Punch!"

"Misfortune never comes singly!"

The battle was close and fierce, and the shouts from both sides were drowned out by the deafening explosion, and no sound could be heard.

Shadow and Steel meet on a narrow road, but neither is the protagonist of this fierce battle.

At the moment before the Comet Fist hit, the electric current that was running wild in Mega Lucario's body suddenly turned into a heavy bomb, exploding under the impact of the shadow without distinguishing between friend or foe.

"boom--"

The earth-shattering energy ball exploded instantly with Mega Lucario's body as the base point. Two figures flew backwards at the same time, but their states were completely different.

The severely injured Mega Lucario was covered in wounds. The surging energy waves were almost exhausted in protecting itself. Its bottomless physical strength was also exhausted as its injuries worsened. He was panting heavily and almost stumbled and fell when he landed on the ground, his body shaky.

The dream demon was covered in dust and scars of varying sizes from the impact of the metal claws and the explosion, but his breath was still steady, the evolution stone was flickering with a faint light, and he had a smug smile on his face as if his plan had succeeded.

It advocates defeating the enemy with force, and even if it wants to win more than anyone else, it will not accept a situation where it perishes together without winning.

The purpose of using this long-hidden song-killing move is to achieve the effect of psychological warfare - to trick Mega Lucario and Korne into revealing their weaknesses and create an opportunity to make the final decision.

Now, the tactical objectives have been fully and even exceeded, the momentum has grown, and its advantageous moment has arrived.

Then, it’s time for the decisive battle!

The black mark was still deepening, but both sides of the battle had no time to pay attention.

"Madge!"

His whole body shook, and unprecedented deep energy burst out from his petite body like a rag doll. A purple-black ball of light condensed in mid-air, which was infinitely more powerful than the time when he crushed the powerful crocodile.

"Lu…Luka!"

Feeling the extremely threatening energy fluctuations in front of him, Mega Lucario slapped his thigh hard, using the slight pain to cheer up his spirits. He raised his arms high, and the strength of his whole body gathered between his palms, turning into white and flawless light spots.

"Dream demon, full-strength shadow ball!"

"Lucario, Cannon Beam!"

On the battlefield shrouded in dark clouds, Firio and Korni stood facing each other, shouting out their ardent expectations to their most trusted partners.

The sky was filled with black light balls from top to bottom.

Dense white beams of light shine from bottom to top.

The two sides in the battle simultaneously used their most powerful means of attack to achieve their goal in one battle.

The pinnacle of tactics and momentum are the inseparable bonds with Pokémon, and the infinite power that derives from them.

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The dense explosions took away people's hearing, and the dazzling glow enveloped the entire battlefield. All that could be seen was the interweaving and alternation of light and darkness.

Black and white complement each other, light and dark depend on each other, and the eternal theme implicitly coincides with the tone of life and death.

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When everything calmed down and vision and hearing returned to everyone present, the battlefield before their eyes had long since changed beyond recognition.

The vast venue seemed like the surface of a planet washed by meteorites. The hard rocks were turned into powder, the hills of the past were razed to the ground, and only large and small deep pits remained, stirring with raging energy.

Lucario, who had regained his original appearance, stood there quietly, motionless.

Not far in front of it was a dream demon that was shaky and barely hovering in the air.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, blowing up some gravel powder.

Such a tiny force became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

On the ruins after the explosion, Lucario fell heavily to the ground like a collapsed jade mountain.

His eyes, which were still wide open until this moment, were lifeless, but still carried an instinctive murderous intent.

"Ma...chi...!"

The staggering dream demon forced a smile and descended from the air to the ground.

The song of destruction came to an end, but victory or defeat had nothing to do with it.

It defeated a powerful opponent, and also defeated itself which had been defeated in a similar battle.

The referee's hoarse and powerful voice echoed in his ears, but he couldn't hear it clearly. Filio's eyes swept across the big screen showing the word "Winner". His clenched fists slowly loosened, and he felt the coolness of his palms in the flow of air.

The emotion of joy was not obvious, but more of a sense of relief.

After a desperate fight in which he had exhausted all his means, he finally prevailed thanks to Emperor Nabo who still had some strength left.

Looking at Korni standing there blankly, it was not until this moment that Filio truly felt that his life had experienced a different chapter and came to an end.

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On the bumpy "race field", two people walked down from the command seat after calming down, taking one deep step and one shallow step, and walked towards each other. They met at the center of what should have been a small hill, but now there was only a deep pit left.

Firion smiled brightly, "Shall we still shake hands, Contestant Korni?"

"Who wants to shake hands with you? You bad bastard!"

After trying her best but still failing, Korni's face puffed up and she slapped Firio's hand hard, knocking it away.

But soon, her anger turned into joy, and she took a big step into Filio's arms. While he was stiff and had no time to react, she hugged his back tightly and buried her head in his shoulder.

On the highly anticipated arena, the two finalists hugged each other tightly for a long time.

"This time... you beat me. I originally thought I could beat you, but I didn't expect... But don't get too proud of yourself too soon. I, I, I... I am very petty. If you mess with me like that old woman, I will... I will beat you up!"

With her delicate little hands tightly clasped around Filio's strong back, Korni looked even more naive with a shy and resentful yet secretly delighted look. At the end of her words, amid Filio's half-teasing and half-helpless laughter, her pretty face had already flushed.

But even so, she did not forget to raise her head and look at Nazi in the stands in a demonstrative manner, declaring her sovereignty.

No matter from which point of view, she is and will always be the first, the undisputed number one!

In the distance, an invisible black gas began to linger. The chilling murderous intent frightened the surrounding audience, who were originally laughing and chatting, so much that they made way for a large area of ​​space, not daring to offend the mysterious man who wrapped himself tightly.

"Little carrot head...!"

The white fists were clenched so tightly that they made a faint creaking sound. This simple provocation brought the broad-minded Miss Naz to the brink of a violent outburst. She gritted her teeth, and indignation seeped out from between her teeth.

At this moment, Miss Nazi suddenly realized what was going on behind Korni's harmless appearance.

Compared to winning or losing on the field, love is more cruel without the smoke of gunpowder.

It requires the right time, the right place, and the right people.

Love is war, and the winner today is undoubtedly Miss Corny, who has achieved all three and fully realized her plan.

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In the stands, the shouts of friends, the cheers of the audience, and the regretful applause of Korney's supporters, countless voices intertwined together, resonating with the songs resounding in the stadium, playing a piece of music that could not be replicated.

This is also the romance unique to the Kalos region, where combat and art are inseparable.

Xiaolan and Xiaoyin, who had entered in disguise, left in a hurry after the outcome of the battle was decided. Looking at Firio who had won the crown, she, who had originally planned not to do business today, could not resist the temptation of making a fortune. With the symbol of money flashing in her eyes, she pulled the reluctant Xiaoyin and rushed to the square outside, ready to take back her stall.

And they didn't notice, or didn't notice at all, that not far from them, a green-haired boy was standing inconspicuously in the crowd. In his hand, in addition to a notebook filled with writing, he also held an autographed photo given to him by Daigo before leaving Hoenn, and on his shoulder sat a cute wood gecko.

He rushed to the arena as soon as he got off the plane and witnessed most of Firio's performance in the final. He was exhausted but excited.

"Daigo-san...is this what a powerful trainer looks like?"

His eyes, twinkling with stars, were filled with uncontrollable expectation and longing. The young man from Hoenn seemed to see the path ahead for himself.

"I also want to participate in the Miare Conference and win the championship!"

Feeling his determination and belief, the wood gecko on his shoulder changed its lazy posture due to fatigue from the journey, jumped down, landed on the smooth handrail, stood firmly, and looked into the field with sharp eyes.

The fledgling Pokémon and new trainers set their own goals at this moment.

The colorful orbs emitted a faint glow, connecting the young pair together.

The story of Daigo, the money-giving boy, will continue from Hoenn to Kalos.

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In the small laboratory converted into a staff dormitory at the Institute of Mythology at the University of Miare, Priscilla sat on a specially made small chair, staring at the TV that was too big compared to herself, drinking her favorite soda, looking thoughtful, and then a sly smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She thought of something interesting.

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In Galar, in Caidou's home, Caidou looked at her hands trembling slightly due to excitement and desire to fight. Her eyes sparkled and infinite power surged from the bottom of her heart.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that her father today did not seem as strict as in the past. It seemed that he did not object to her finding a strong rival, but rather seemed to be happy to see it happen.

With her father watching her, she strode out of the room and went to the moonlight with her friends to sweat profusely and release their passionate emotions.

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"Ah!!!! Why is it over already?!"

At the foot of Yuejian Mountain, in the ranger camp, Apei hurried back to the room, holding his head and crying, gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, looking at the wall clock, then regretfully throwing himself into the arms of the girl beside him, seeking a comforting hug.

I don't know whether he was regretting missing an important moment with his friend, or if he had become a person who forgot his principles for the sake of beauty.

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Somewhere in Kanto, in a quaint house, Chrysanthemum who saw off her younger sister sat on the sofa, meditated for a moment and slowly got up, walked to the phone, and dialed a number without thinking.

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