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Master Keaton half-knelt on the ground, his face pale.
The disciples nearby wanted to step forward and help, but Master Keaton refused.
"It's okay, I won't die yet!" Master Keaton coughed dryly, trying to stand up.
He could still fight—at least long enough to finish this battle!
Chris looked at Master Keaton and sighed softly.
Keaton wasn't directly struck by Moonblast, but the strain of using Z-Moves and Dynamaxing had drained his stamina.
Whether it was MEGA Evolution, Z-Moves, or Dynamaxing, these techniques consumed not only a Pokémon's stamina but also that of the Trainer.
The key difference was that both MEGA Evolution and Dynamaxing were continuous, whereas Z-Moves were a one-time burst of energy.
Chris was young and kept himself active, so he could handle the stamina drain of using Mega Evolution Garchomp and Gardevoir's abilities in succession.
But Master Keaton was already in his sixties. Even though years of farm work had kept him in good shape, Chris could clearly hear his breathing grow heavier after using a Z-Move.
Now, he had to sustain Machamp's Dynamax form. The longer he maintained it, the more it would push his endurance to the limit.
Dynamax Machamp was taking damage but continued to hold its transformation, rapidly depleting Master Keaton's strength.
Chris even considered that he might not need to attack—Machamp's Dynamax might collapse under its own strain.
Yet, Master Keaton still stood tall, grinning as he looked at Chris.
"Thank you for this match. It's been an incredible experience," he said softly.
"As a reward, I'll condense everything I've learned as a Trainer into this final strike!"
"Chris, brace yourself!"
Master Keaton took a deep breath and raised his right hand. Memories of his journey as a Trainer flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
At eighteen, his family was poor. To support his dream of becoming a Trainer, his father—a simple construction worker—gifted him a Machop, one that had helped carry bricks at the worksite, on his coming-of-age day.
He hadn't made it into Pokémon University. He refused to attend a regular school, unwilling to settle for an ordinary life.
So, he made a bold decision—he dropped out.
With Machop by his side, he ventured into the nearby danger zones.
The days that followed were a constant battle for survival, teetering on the edge of life and death.
To find valuable Pokémon items, he had fallen off cliffs. To capture rare Pokémon, he had fought against other Trainers with everything he had. To obtain rare evolutionary stones, he had even taken on bounty missions for the police.
He had been deceived, ambushed, and nearly lost his life more times than he could count. But he had also encountered nobles who helped him through perilous times.
Through it all, he had been lucky.
By thirty, he had made a name for himself in the Trainer world.
By thirty-five, he had gained recognition in the competitive scene.
In the end, he became a Gym Leader.
For the next twenty years, he tirelessly pursued the title of "Elite Trainer" in China.
Victory followed defeat, defeat followed victory. Over and over again.
But he had never stepped into that higher realm.
Yet, he had no regrets.
Because to him, it was never about how far he could go—it was about the journey, the struggles, and the bond he had built with his Pokémon along the way.
And now, it was time to put the final punctuation mark on his Trainer career.
Master Keaton's right hand fell decisively.
With a voice filled with experience, hardship, and unwavering determination, he commanded:
"Machamp, unleash the Four-Dimensional Onslaught!"
A powerful gust of wind surged through the battlefield.
Dynamax Machamp stood firm, its four massive fists glowing with energy, each radiating a different elemental force.
One fist burned with fire, another was coated in ice, the third crackled with saffron-colored lightning, and the last shimmered with brilliant white energy.
"Using Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunder Punch, and Dynamic Punch all at once?" Chris's eyes widened as he murmured in disbelief.
"Hey! Dude! Are you out of line?!"
Machamp had four arms, but that wasn't how they were supposed to be used!
Chris finally understood why Master Keaton had said he would condense everything from his Trainer career into this final blow—because this was undoubtedly a technique of his own creation!
Feeling the overwhelming force of his Trainer's will, Machamp slowly bent down and struck Mega Gardevoir with all four fists at once.
In an instant, a brilliant explosion of colorful energy erupted before Chris and Mega Gardevoir.
It was as if the sky had been lit with fireworks—dazzling, mesmerizing, yet carrying the weight of Master Keaton and Machamp's combined resolve. But beneath the beauty, it was filled with lethal intent!
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No—Machamp didn't just use four punches at once.
It used five.
It combined Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunder Punch, and Dynamic Punch in the rapid, relentless style of Bullet Punch!
The energies of all four elemental attacks overlapped, amplifying their effects exponentially—far greater than the sum of their parts.
Chris shuddered at the thought—what would happen to a Pokémon hit by such an onslaught?
Burn, Freeze, Paralysis and Confusion?
"Gardevoir, put everything we have into this! Future Sight!Teleport!" Chris gritted his teeth and roared.
Your past, I can feel it.
But! As a Trainer, I want to claim victory alongside the Pokémon who have fought with me until now!
Feeling Chris's unshakable determination, Mega Gardevoir's Psychic energy flared wildly, veins standing out along its slender form. One hand pressed against its forehead, the other stretched outward.
"Gardevoir…!"
In mid-air, countless Mega Gardevoir afterimages flickered into existence.
Dynamax Machamp's heightened senses locked onto every illusion, its mind-eye perception pushed to the limit. Every punch targeted the precise location where Mega Gardevoir appeared.
Its four fists moved at a speed beyond human comprehension, leaving nothing but shimmering afterimages and streaks of energy in their wake—colorful, chaotic, deadly.
But Mega Gardevoir had already foreseen them all.
Through Future Sight, it had predicted the trajectory of every incoming strike. With Teleport, it dodged each one at the last possible moment, vanishing and reappearing just before impact.
The battle had reached its peak.
Relentless attacks, desperate evasions—both sides were pushing beyond their limits.
A battle fought with reckless abandon.
A battle that shone with one Trainer's final brilliance.
Like a comet burning bright before fading into darkness.
Ten seconds later, Dynamax Machamp's massive body collapsed.
Master Keaton fell to the ground.
His stamina had been entirely depleted—he lost consciousness on the spot.
His disciples rushed forward to catch him.
The referee stepped in, raising his hand.
"Machamp is unable to battle! Gym Leader Keaton has lost four Pokémon and has no remaining Pokémon available! The final winner of this battle is Chris!"