Ditto doesn't move

The pale purple liquid, resembling specks of cytoplasm, was sprinkled onto the gravel and stones.

"Not bad, not bad, that punch now has a bit of power."

What stopped Lucario's maniacal laughter was that familiar voice.

"Even if you manage to hit an enemy with a particularly high evasion rate, you must pay attention to their status."

"Maybe the opponent has exceptionally high defense, or they've activated damage reduction or a life link?"

It had somehow shrunk back into a small ball of jelly. The Emperor stretched out his little hand and touched his forehead, where a small wound had indeed appeared.

But it was only after he reached out and touched it that the wound...

It's healed!!!

A strange feeling arose in Lucario's mind at that moment, as he stood there dumbfounded.

despair.

　[Reimon] Dream. First ($ Physical immunity, energy evasion, super damage reduction, terrifying self-healing ability...

Is this guy in front of me invincible?

Can one achieve this level of skill solely through technique and the physical attributes of the most top dojo members?

The gap between the two sides in terms of their ultimate realm is beyond description; it is a terrifying gap as vast as the heavens and the earth!

How exactly is this done?

"Duck (The answer is, transform!)"

"Duck (Emperor! Although it incorporated other techniques, it only used one move from beginning to end, which is also the only move that a Pokémon like Ditto can learn: Transform!)"

Forcing itself to stand up, the Magmar looked at the Pokémon with awe and admiration and explained, while the latter seemed to have no intention of stopping the explanation.

Just like the divine skills possessed by the Heavenly Kings of the Dream Beast Team, the Emperor is displaying the same kind of technology at this moment.

True technology is such that even if the enemy understands the principles and operation of the technology, it will be difficult for them to find a way to crack it.

Even if the opponent finds a way to crack it, it will only provide sustenance for the technology to grow further.

"more or less."

Just as when he fought his heavenly kings under the moon, the emperor easily revealed his secret:

"The essence of transformation, simply put, is controlling one's own body, which means..."

Have you ever played with Play-Doh?

It can be stretched or thinned as you wish, made into rings, rolled into small balls, or shaped into cubes.

Dodging an enemy's punches like a hollow shell is nothing more than transferring a part of the hit body to the other side.

It can also instantly generate force with the feet, forming a spike that pierces the ground, transferring the weight of the entire body to the ground.

It can also continuously expand its volume and reduce its contents when subjected to force, like a strong wind blowing away a piece of paper to dissipate the enemy's force.

This is the first form of the Emperor, a technology that grants near-invincibility upon wielding it.

You say you play with numbers? Sorry, I play with mechanics.

In the entire Pokémon world, there are only three types of people who can learn this technique.

Ditto, Mew, Zygarde.

"But you're still injured, and there are simpler solutions."

Although equally shocked, Cynthia's fighting spirit only grew stronger and higher:

"While this terrifying technology is immune to most attacks, it is still not immune to..."

"Huayao_Lingsanlingqisiba Rock Monster! Prepare for battle!"

Shared fate, song of destruction, absolute zero...

After a moment's thought, Sister Cabbage came up with a solution. Seemingly wanting to seize the right to switch hands, she suddenly grabbed at the Poké Ball at her feet.

But she immediately stopped, because the other person had started laughing as if they had seen something funny.

"Hmph. Indeed, you have successfully made me bleed, but as I just said, didn't I?"

"You've already used three moves; now it's my turn to take the initiative."

"How do you think I should attack?"

Sister Cabbage's expression changed drastically instantly. Forgetting about the Poké Ball in her hand, she cried out as if she had saved Garchomp:

Lucario! Protect!

However, to her surprise, the emperor did not rush to attack, but instead chuckled:

"So, trainers these days are all about muscles."

"Imagination, imagination, do you even know what imagination is?"

"Let me think of a name for this move."

"An Imperial Barrier with a radius of twenty meters? Piercing Fortress - Executioner King? Corpse Bone Pulse - Early Dawn Dance?"

"Never mind, it doesn't matter anymore. Sister Cabbage, I'm coming over here~"

A rustling sound, like the wind blowing through leaves, filled the air.

What came into view was a terrifying sight that would make anyone with trypophobia feel like their heart and lungs would stop.

The intersecting sharp spikes bloomed in this space like thorns blossoming from hell.

Up, down, left, right, front, back

Countless spikes rose from the earth, sealing Lucario and Cynthia within them with an almost terrifying density.

As if frozen in place, the person and their Pokémon stood motionless.

Just like a high-speed charge where a single line can cause two tragedies, those trapped in this hell of spikes would likely be pierced through vital organs by the spikes with the slightest movement.

Or rather, if one intends to kill, all one needs to do is let a few thorns grow a few centimeters longer.

At this moment, Cynthia finally understood why she had failed.

It's probably about a sports champion trying to challenge a champion who has emerged from a deathmatch tournament.

P.S.: The next chapter will probably be a little late. I have some things to do tonight, and I also need to pack my things to go back tomorrow.

Another point, and somewhat important, is that we need to get into the right emotional state.

Volume Two: The Grand Alliance Chapter 139 My Heart and My Actions Are as Clear as a Mirror

"This is not a crime of war."

"Is combat something so simple?"

"I don't reject battles, nor do I dislike passionate trainers like you."

Even though it has lost its physical form, leaving only a hell formed of spikes, the Emperor's voice still resounds in our ears:

"But true combat is ruthless; it is not about actively binding your hands and feet with all sorts of rules."

"Using competitions to determine the direction and future certainly reduces sacrifices and bloodshed."

"Civilization has its advantages, and barbarism also has its merits."

"So, have you had enough fun, Cynthia?"

The spikes grazing Cynthia's cheek began to retreat little by little. The sharpness felt as if moving just a little further to the side would cause excruciating pain, like the sensation of blood flowing from broken skin.

This is not a battle for fame and fortune, nor is it a competition to prove oneself and achieve one's dreams.

Rather... it's a real battle.

A life-or-death battle.

Incomprehensible.

Even though she understood why the other party didn't act easily, Cynthia still couldn't understand.

As a champion, she is already among the people who have reached the pinnacle of this world. Her thoughts and experiences are vast, something that ordinary people can hardly see in a lifetime. The legendary stories she has experienced could already fill a thick biography.

However, it is still incomprehensible.

Just like when the Pokémon in the breeding center first saw the Emperor's battle before Team Mythion was formed.

Why go to such lengths?

If you can't understand each other, can't you just speak your mind? If you still can't understand each other, isn't it enough to convey your feelings through battle?

He was even saying... this is, play?

The Sinnoh Champion was now experiencing the same feelings that Lucario was experiencing...

insult!

Clenching his teeth, the trainer's amazing thought process couldn't give Cabbage Sister any words of rebuttal, so he could only glare at her fiercely!

"Heh heh, it seems you're not convinced at all."

Reverting to Meloetta's form, the Emperor quipped:

"But I was quite surprised by the alliance's reaction. Was it simply because they didn't expect it? Or were they tacitly maintaining restraint?"

"You don't actually think that sending you here for dialogue and arrest already constitutes extreme seriousness and vigilance, do you?"

"Divination by superpowered individuals, forced confessions through hypnosis, large-scale surveillance using aura or telepathy..."

"There are as many ways and means as you want to find out the truth."

"You know the library in Lilycove City, right? Magearna, the type Null, has all the information about the creation of legendary Pokémon by various ancient civilizations stored there, and the technology for artificially creating Pokémon has long been achieved."

"Biodiversity seeks advantage and avoids harm; life is selfish and ruthless."

"To be able to maintain such a level of restraint, there must be some experts in the league."

"There's something else I'm curious about, Sister Cabbage."

At this point, the emperor paused, revealing the same comical expression as before:

"Do you have special communication equipment that allows the Alliance's true decision-makers to watch our battle and dialogue as if they were actually there?"

"Nonsense! Where did you come from, suffering from paranoia?!"

Sister Cabbage stomped her feet in anger.

However, what made her look dazed was the familiar soft cough coming from the watch-like device on her wrist that contained MEGA stones.

That was her grandmother's voice: (I) Ball Skills (VII) / (IV) (The sound of a whistling sound)

"Ahem. Cynthia, bring out that move you've been honing at home lately. Ordinary conversations won't work anymore."

"I'll explain what happened next when you get back."

Sirona: ???

What are you doing?

Sister Cabbage is furious.

Following the emperor's insult, which resembled a tactical instruction, this feeling of being treated like a child by her closest person was the real humiliation she felt.

The ultimate insult!

But ultimately, she trusted her family.

Although he was dissatisfied, his eyes remained firm.

"Come forth, Garchomp, Mega Evolution!"

Without further ado, an iridescent gene-like mark appeared in front of the already severely injured earth dragon. After the light faded, it transformed into a completely new form—an invincible form!

"I don't want to think about those complicated things, nor am I suited to think about them."

"But there is one thing I firmly believe: the encounter between lives is not the kind of battle you described."

"Come and take my strongest move."

It felt like returning to his peak state, with his original companions standing beside him in their strongest forms.

Cynthia has absolute confidence that she can crush the enemy!