Shock! Crisis!

Today was another day spent at the Battle Club.

With her path to evolution blocked, Armorouge had a pent-up "fire" in her heart with nowhere to vent. She simply poured all that energy into her work—stricter and more devotedly "guiding" the club's sparring Pokémon.

Rather than guidance, it was more like high-intensity practical sparring meant to test their results.

The club's Pokémon could be considered "blessed." They were run ragged by Armorouge's merciless yet incredibly precise attacks, but their combat reflexes were genuinely being tempered.

She hadn't even evolved yet and she was already this fierce... Once she really evolved into Kommo-o someday, should they prepare stronger medicine in advance?

Alpaca, I just wanted to ask—what exactly was my dragon still lacking? Why couldn't she break through that final barrier?

Thanks to Armorouge's reputation, the club had been packed with visitors lately.

The training grounds were almost always filled with battles or training sessions, with discussions, commands, and the sounds of moves colliding ringing out without end.

Fortunately, Yan Yang had his own private training room.

Once the door closed, it became a world belonging only to him and his partners, shut off from the outside noise and prying eyes.

Even familiar people like Agate and Ruan Zhu knew he needed private space and would not disturb him rashly.

This was practically a rare sanctuary on campus, where one could train in peace and relax to their heart's content.

The line between training and rest blurred here—there was enough space for serious sparring, and when they wanted to play around, they did not have to worry about being watched or disturbing others.

There was not much on the training schedule today.

It seemed only Silvally needed to teach Curse Flame the move [Imprison]. The other partners had no specific training