Chapter 107: Emboar's Advance

As Emboar stepped onto the battlefield, flames roared around its neck, its massive black arms flexing with power. The red rings around its wrists glowed with heat, and its thick, explosive-looking tail twitched. Its large, round body, covered in fiery orange and black patterns, was unmistakably symbolic of its Fire-Fighting typing.

Its appearance reminded Klein of a certain legendary pig from his past life's mythology—and the martial-style insignias on its belly only emphasized its warrior-like presence.

Machamp was the first to act, slicing through the flames with a single motion. But before it could capitalize on the opening, Emboar's body was already engulfed in thick, billowing black smoke, spreading like a screen over the battlefield!

Rosa's tension melted away as she focused entirely on the battle. Her sharp gaze locked onto her opponent.

"Emboar, Flame Charge!"

Flame Charge, also known as Nitro Charge, allowed Emboar to surround itself in fire, attack its opponent, and boost its speed in the process.

Though physically powerful, Emboar's speed was its weakest point—this move helped compensate for that disadvantage.

Under cover of smoke, Emboar vanished, only to reappear at Machamp's side, its fist blazing as it swung with brute force.

Machamp reacted instantly. Two of its arms blocked the punch, while the other two chopped downward in a counterattack.

But Emboar exhaled a burst of smoke, clouding Machamp's vision before quickly retreating, flames intensifying around its body as its speed increased.

"Dynamic Punch!"

Hearing Shirley's command, Rosa's eyes narrowed—she immediately recognized Machamp's key ability.

"So this is one of her Machamp without No Guard…"

If it had No Guard, its attacks would always hit, but instead, this one had another hidden strategy.

The moment Machamp moved, Emboar heard the air shift—the sign of incoming danger. Its instincts screamed at it to evade immediately.

"Dodge it!"

The black smoke suddenly erupted, and Emboar twisted its body, narrowly dodging the punch to the left.

But Machamp wasn't so easily shaken.

Its left foot slammed down, its leg muscles tensed, and with explosive force, it pivoted sharply, creating a slingshot effect that flung its entire body toward Emboar's new position.

Its right arm swung downward like an axe chop, aiming straight for Emboar's torso.

"Flame Charge again!"

There was no time to dodge.

Emboar planted its feet, letting flames explode from its body, forming a massive fiery shield. At the same time, its right fist became a blazing hammer, smashing into Machamp's attack.

A loud impact echoed across the arena.

Emboar blocked the hit—but the force of the punch made its entire body tremble.

Then, its vision blurred.

Dynamic Punch's side effect activated—Confusion!

"Thunder Punch!"

The instant Emboar's focus wavered, Rosa gave a sharp command.

Lightning crackled around its fists—before Emboar punched itself in the face.

A jolt of electricity surged through its body, shocking it back into clarity!

Meanwhile, Machamp had already closed in for another strike.

This time, it gathered all its strength, muscles tightening like coiled springs, unleashing another Dynamic Punch with relentless force.

Shirley, as a Gym Leader, wasn't holding back.

This Machamp's strategy was simple yet terrifying—

Pure brute force.

If you can't dodge it, you'll get crushed.

Machamp's fists swung like warhammers, cutting through the smoke, each blow shaking the entire stage.

Emboar quickly adjusted its stance, but its left leg stiffened—the lingering shock from the last punch was still affecting its movement.

Machamp's next strike landed hard.

"Damn it!"

Rosa clenched her fists as Emboar stumbled, eyes flickering.

But even as it wavered, it didn't collapse.

Instead, it let out an earth-shaking roar—

Fire energy surged through its body, coiling into a single concentrated point.

Emboar clapped its hands together, catching Machamp's next attack, despite the confusion effect still lingering.

But its legs trembled from the impact.

Machamp had the advantage.

It wouldn't give Emboar a chance to recover.

It pulled back, preparing a relentless flurry of attacks, its four arms swinging in chaotic but devastating motions.

The audience fell silent—Shirley's fighting style was on full display.

Brutal. Unyielding. Overwhelming.

It was the trademark style of Rota's Fighting Pokémon Army, once used to conquer entire nations.

"If a whole legion of No Guard Machamp went to war, the battlefield would be unimaginable."

Koko smiled, pouring tea for Klein as she watched with pride.

This was the legacy of the Rota Royal Family.

Historically, their Fighting Pokémon armies were legendary.

Even Kanto's northern territories had once belonged to them, their warriors carving out a vast empire.

The Pokémon they trained—especially Machamp—were once the most feared forces in the region.

"Yes… a truly impressive force."

Klein's voice was calm, but devoid of sincerity.

Koko stiffened slightly.

She had been about to continue boasting, but then remembered—

Klein single-handedly crushed the Kamiyama family's Ghost Army.

Historically, the Kamiyama family's military achievements rivaled even the Rota Royal Family.

Their Ghost Pokémon Corps were so notorious that they had forced entire nations to rewrite their strategies just to combat them.

Even though the Kamiyama family had declined, no one ever doubted the power of their Ghost Legion.

And Klein had destroyed it.

At just a rookie Trainer, he had sealed away Kamiyama's strongest forces in Hoenn.

Years later, in the Sinjoh Ruins Battle, he eliminated Kamiyama's last remaining trump card—Giratina.

Compared to Rota's current military power, Kamiyama's Ghost Army had been a far greater threat—and Klein wiped them out completely.

Koko suddenly felt very foolish.

She had just bragged about military history… to the person who rewrote it.

She took a sip of tea, hiding her awkwardness.

Meanwhile, Klein, unaware of her internal turmoil, casually asked:

"Something wrong?"

"N-No, nothing."

Then, his eyes flickered.

"The real counterattack is about to begin."

He knew Emboar's resilience better than anyone.

Even under the brutal assault, it would never back down.

As if sensing this, Rosa's determination ignited—

At that same moment, far to the north, deep within the Tree of Beginning, a certain Mythical Pokémon stirred.

Mew, still half-asleep, sensed a familiar presence.

Its body glowed—

Then, with a playful squeak, it transformed into a Rattata and dashed toward Rota City.

(End of Chapter)