Pokemon: A New Path-Chapter 533 :The Super Swordsman: Farftech’d

At precisely three o'clock in the afternoon, Naoki arrived at the Royal Dome, ready for his first match since being promoted to the Super Rank.

As he walked out of the tunnel leading to the arena, a wave of astonishment washed over him.

The stands were packed.

Far more than in any of his previous battles.

Huh?

For a brief moment, Naoki was caught off guard. His gaze swept across the roaring crowd, then landed on the front row where several fans were waving large banners.

A giant Alcremie was printed on them.

Naoki: "..."

So this was what had happened.

The battle from this morning—Alcremie's unexpected rampage with Metronome—had gone viral!

And just as that realization hit, the stadium's speakers boomed to life.

"WELCOME TO THE ROYAL DOME!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon!"

"Welcome to another Super Rank Royal Battle!"

"And what a match we have today! If you've been following the news, you already know—our rising star, Gold King, is here!"

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Roger, the Royal Dome's famous commentator, continued excitedly.

"That's right! The same Gold King who this morning stunned us all by defeating three formidable opponents with nothing but an Alcremie and sheer luck!"

"Some are even calling him 'the rising star of the Royal Battle!' And honestly? I can see why! His unpredictable, flashy battle style is like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—impossible to ignore!"

"But I wonder..."

"Will he dare to use that magical Alcremie again today?"

The audience buzzed with anticipation.

"Of course, his three opponents this time won't let that happen so easily."

"Speaking of which—let's introduce them!"

The first spotlight shone down, illuminating a tall, lean young man wearing a sleek, black dragon-themed mask.

"Our first challenger—Dark Dragon!"

"A year ago, he stepped into the Royal Dome as a rookie, training relentlessly alongside his Charmander. And now, after countless battles, he's only one step away from advancing to the next level!"

"Come forth, my partner!"

The masked trainer threw his Poké Ball into the air.

Flash!

A mighty Pokémon emerged from the darkness, standing tall under the arena lights.

The camera zoomed in, revealing a battle-scarred Charizard, its tail flame burning intensely.

"It's a Charizard!"

The crowd gasped in recognition.

Naoki: "..."

"Ah, looks like Gold King isn't so lucky this time!" Roger chuckled. "Facing such a powerful opponent in his first Super Rank battle—what are the odds?"

The camera panned toward Naoki, eager to catch his reaction.

Yet, Naoki remained completely calm.

"It seems Gold King isn't shaken at all!" Roger noted with intrigue. "But! That was only our first opponent!"

The next spotlight turned to a tall, elegant woman standing poised in the ring.

"Next, we have a true veteran of the Royal Dome—"

"The Queen of Flowers!"

Her scarlet dress hugged her form, her long black stockings accentuating every step. She wielded a thorned whip, coiled at her hip like a predator ready to strike.

Standing beside her was a masked, caped Pokémon, gracefully holding a red and blue rose in each hand.

"And her partner, Roserade!"

Roger laughed, his voice full of admiration.

"Ah, our Queen of Flowers! Not only deadly on the battlefield, but as elegant as ever! She still keeps that signature charm, doesn't she?"

The woman flicked her whip downward—CRACK!—a sharp sound echoing through the ring.

The third spotlight illuminated the last challenger.

Standing confidently in the Baxcalibur Gate, wearing a flame-patterned sweatshirt and wild red hair, was a young fighter from Kalos.

"And last but not least—the Fire King from Kalos!"

His partner Pokémon stood beside him—a mighty warrior with blue eyes and a blazing mane of fire.

"And his Pokémon... Infernape!"

Roger's voice rose with excitement.

"These are Gold King's three challengers today! And with a lineup like this—will he survive?!"

The camera panned back to Naoki, and the final spotlight centered on him.

"What Pokémon will Gold King choose?"

The entire stadium held its breath.

Then—

A wave of voices surged from the stands.

"Alcremie! Alcremie! Alcremie!"

The name reverberated across the entire Royal Dome.

Not all spectators had witnessed Alcremie's legendary Metronome rampage that morning, but even so, the hype surrounding "Alcremie" had spread like wildfire.

Excited voices shouted the Fairy-type's name, hoping to see its miraculous luck unfold again.

They wanted to witness—with their own eyes—whether the "Miracle Alcremie" could once again defy the odds with Metronome.

In the middle of the thunderous chants, Naoki's lips twitched slightly beneath his mask.

Unfortunately, he had already made an agreement with Farfetch'd—this was its turn.

Today, his trusty leek-wielding warrior would take the stage against stronger competition.

Without hesitation, Naoki reached into his coat and retrieved a Poké Ball.

The audience erupted into wild cheers the moment they saw him preparing to release a Pokémon.

But in the next second—as the red-and-white sphere burst open—their cheers turned into confused murmurs.

Instead of Alcremie, a fierce-looking duck Pokémon materialized on the battlefield.

It was Farfetch'd.

But not just any Farfetch'd—this one stood tall, its sharp eyes brimming with unshakable confidence. It carried an oversized leek, far larger and heavier than those of others of its kind.

The crowd gasped.

Was this really Farfetch'd?

Why was its leek so huge?! It was easily several times the size of a normal one!

"IT'S FARFETCH'D!"

Commentator Roger immediately recognized the Pokémon and boomed into his microphone.

"That's right! Player Gold King has sent out Farfetch'd!"

"Back in the General Rank, Gold King dominated match after match using this very Pokémon—defeating opponents with a single strike!"

"This Farfetch'd is no ordinary Pokemon!"

While some fans cheered, others were skeptical.

After all… it was just a Farfetch'd.

Sure, its leek was oversized, but how strong could it really be?

DING! DING! DING!

The starting bell rang loudly, signaling the beginning of the four-way brawl.

Instantly, one trainer made a move.

"Fire King!" The Queen of Flowers turned toward the Infernape trainer, her thorned whip coiled tightly in her hands.

"How about we team up first and eliminate the Dark Dragon?"

Her voice was confident, and calculated.

She had already identified the strongest opponent—the trainer with the Charizard.

"Let's take out the biggest threat, then settle the match between ourselves."

Fire King grinned, eyes flashing with fiery determination.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

"Infernape, Flamethrower!"

"Roserade, Poison Sting!"

A Ruthless Counterattack!

At their trainers' command, Infernape roared, inhaling deeply before unleashing a powerful stream of flames.

At the same time, Roserade elegantly whipped her floral arms forward, launching a flurry of glowing purple needles toward Charizard.

It was a deadly two-pronged assault.

However—Dark Dragon smirked.

"You think a cheap trick like that will work?"

"Charizard, Air Slash!"

Charizard let out a thunderous roar, its wings slicing through the air.

A flurry of razor-sharp air blades erupted from its wings, colliding mid-air with Flamethrower and Poison Sting.

BOOM!

An explosive shockwave rippled through the arena.

The Poison Sting needles were shattered instantly. The Flamethrower, split apart by the air blades, was rendered useless.

"Incredible!" Roger exclaimed. "Charizard just countered both attacks at once!"

The aftershock struck Roserade directly, sending the elegant Grass-type staggering backward, visibly wounded.

Meanwhile, Infernape's flaming mane had been partially singed, charred pieces of fur falling to the battlefield.

Dark Dragon wasted no time.

"Charizard, Flamethrower—take out Roserade!"

WHOOSH!

Charizard soared through the air, diving toward the injured Roserade.

A blazing torrent of fire erupted from its mouth, aimed straight at the Queen of Flowers' Pokémon!

The Queen of Flowers' eyes widened.

"Roserade, dodge!"

Roserade, despite its wounded state, gracefully somersaulted backward, barely avoiding the flames as they scorched the battlefield beneath it.

Meanwhile, Fire King saw an opening.

"Infernape, Thunder Punch!"

Infernape's fist crackled with electricity as it lunged forward, aiming a decisive counterattack at Charizard.

And What About Gold King?

Up until now, Naoki has done nothing.

He and Farfetch'd simply stood there, silently watching the others tear each other apart.

The Queen of Flowers finally noticed.

Her sharp gaze locked onto Naoki and his duck Pokémon.

"Gold King, what are you doing? Why aren't you attacking?!"

Naoki: "…"

He was really not used to four-way battle royales.

"Three against one seems a bit unfair," he replied flatly.

Farfetch'd, standing by his side, gave a calm nod in agreement.

"Ha."

Sure enough, it felt the same way.

"Farfetch'd, Swords Dance!"

"Farfetch'd!"

Farfetch'd gripped its massive leek tighter, its sharp eyes flashing with intense focus.

A fierce battle aura erupted around it as it spun its weapon in a powerful flourish.

Its attack power soared, and its stance shifted—more poised, more dangerous.

Dark Dragon, watching closely, narrowed his eyes.

"Did that Farfetch'd just get serious?"

It seemed like Gold King's Pokémon was finally making a move.

"Charizard, trap it with Fire Spin!"

"Roar!"

Charizard, still mid-air, swiftly evaded Infernape before unleashing a spiraling vortex of fire toward Farfetch'd.

The swirling flames descended, forming a blazing cyclone that threatened to engulf the duck Pokémon completely.

But Naoki remained unfazed.

"Cut through it."

The words were simple—because he knew Farfetch'd could do it.

And sure enough—SLASH!

A brilliant white light flashed.

The entire Fire Spin was cleaved in two from the center, dissipating into nothingness.

Roger, the commentator, nearly jumped out of his chair.

"Unbelievable! Farfetch'd has completely nullified Charizard's Fire Spin! Is it going to team up with Infernape and Roserade to take down Charizard?!"

But the very next second, he, along with everyone in the audience, witnessed something terrifying.

Farfetch'd, still gripping its massive leek, suddenly made a slow, deliberate motion—a gesture resembling sheathing a sword.

Its eyes locked onto all three battling Pokémon ahead.

Then, Dozens of identical Farfetch'd materialized across the battlefield, each radiating a faint white glow.

And in an instant, they all drew their weapons at once.

A flurry of sword slashes exploded forward, forming a blinding cascade of cutting energy.

WHOOSH!

The storm of Psycho Cut surged toward Charizard, Roserade, and Infernape, engulfing them all in its merciless assault.

Double Team + Psycho Cut

Roger's jaw nearly dropped.

"WHAT?! Farfetch'd isn't teaming up with anyone—it's challenging ALL THREE opponents at once!!"

The stadium erupted in chaos.

"Is he insane?!" Fire King's face twisted in disbelief.

But there was no time to process it.

Before he could react, an invisible force tore through the battlefield—an attack of pure spiritual power.

The energy struck Infernape directly, cutting deep into its body.

BAM!

Infernape collapsed to the ground, unconscious—completely defeated.

A single move.

The crowd gasped.

Fire King's strongest Pokémon had just been eliminated instantly.

For the first time, Queen of Flowers and Dark Dragon truly realized that this Farfetch'd wasn't an ordinary Pokémon.

The two remaining trainers exchanged glances, both reaching the same conclusion.

Without a word, they launched their counteroffensive.

"Roserade, Power Whip!"

"Charizard, Flamethrower!"

The thorned vines lashed forward at incredible speed. At the same time, Charizard released a massive stream of fire, roaring toward Farfetch'd.

But, Farfetch'd stood completely still.

And then—

WHOOSH!

With one precise slash, the Power Whip was severed mid-air.

Before Roserade could even react, the leek-wielding warrior had already moved on to its next target.

The searing flames rushed toward Farfetch'd, threatening to consume it whole.

For a split second, the crowd held their breath.

And then, Farfetch'd disappeared.

It had read the attack perfectly, dodging with impeccable precision.

Roger's voice roared over the speakers.

"UNBELIEVABLE—Farfetch'd has SEEN THROUGH Charizard's attack!"

In that single moment, Farfetch'd's figure blurred, splitting into multiple forms once more.

The Dark Dragon narrowed his eyes, sensing danger.

"Charizard, use Flamethrower!"

"ROAAAR!"

A fierce stream of fire surged from Charizard's mouth, engulfing the battlefield in scorching heat.

Wherever the flames passed, the clones vanished one by one.

But the real Farfetch'd remained nowhere to be seen.

Dark Dragon's eyes darted around.

"Where is it?! Which one is the real one?!"

Farfetch'd's mastery of Double Team was too high—even for a seasoned battler like him.

Charizard continued pouring flames across the arena, determined to flush out its elusive opponent.

Meanwhile, Queen of Flowers and Roserade hesitated.

The battlefield was pure chaos—they had no idea how to step in without getting caught in the crossfire.

But before anyone could react, Farfetch'd had already made its move.

As the last of the clones dissipated, a blur of motion appeared right behind Charizard.

The real Farfetch'd had circled behind its opponent unnoticed.

In one swift movement, It leaped into the air, planting a firm step on Charizard's back and using it as a springboard.

Then—SLASH!

With a powerful downward swing, Farfetch'd brought its massive leek down in a single decisive strike—the blade glowing brilliant white as it cut through the dragon scales with precision.

"ROOOOAAAARR!!"

A piercing cry erupted from Charizard as it staggered forward, its wings trembling in pain.

The critical hit had landed.

Charizard collapsed to the ground, defeated.

Dark Dragon's eyes widened in shock.

"Charizard!" he called out, his voice tense.

But it was too late.

Charizard lay motionless, its breathing ragged. The battle was over.

Farfetch'd had won.

With its back turned to its fallen opponent, Farfetch'd calmly sheathed its leek—its posture exuding the confidence of a seasoned warrior.

The entire arena exploded into cheers, gasps, and pure disbelief.

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