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Chapter 275 275: The Final Clock Tower

The closer they got to the center of the city, the colder the temperature became.

Even beside Charizard, Sam could already feel a biting chill creeping into his body.

His expression turned solemn.

It seemed Pryce had arrived ahead of him.

After more than ten minutes of flying, Sam and Celebi finally reached the final clock tower.

The Time Ripple was right nearby, yet neither Sam nor Celebi felt relieved.

Charizard slowly descended from the sky. The scene before them was completely different from what Sam remembered.

Everything nearby had been frozen white.

Snow drifted endlessly from the sky, and icy winds roared across the area.

Not far away, spring still lingered in the city, but this place had already become a frozen winter wasteland.

Several ice sculptures stood near the clock tower—both humans and Pokémon alike.

If Sam's guess was correct, they were probably Kotai and his Pokémon.

"Long time no see, Mr. Pryce."

Sam's voice turned cold as he looked at the old man waiting nearby.

"Why struggle so much, Sam?" Pryce asked calmly. "You clearly have a bright future ahead of you. Why interfere with me? Hand Celebi over to me, and everything will end here."

"That's not happening." Sam snorted. "Running away when things get difficult isn't my style. Besides, protecting Celebi is my mission."

Truthfully, Sam understood Pryce's true goal.

Pryce only wanted Celebi to travel back in time and save the Lapras he had once lost because of his own mistakes.

He wasn't truly evil.

But Sam still refused to hand Celebi over so easily.

Part of it was pride.

Part of it was stubbornness.

And most importantly, the system mission still hadn't been completed.

That meant Celebi still wasn't truly safe.

"So enough talking, Mr. Pryce," Sam said with a grin. "Trainers should settle things the Trainer way. If you want Celebi, then defeat me first."

Pryce smiled faintly.

The young man before him reminded him of his younger self—proud, competitive, and unwilling to bow his head no matter how strong the opponent was.

Pryce genuinely admired him.

But Celebi was too important.

He had prepared for this plan for far too many years.

Failure was not an option.

"Come out, Swinub."

Sitting in his wheelchair, Pryce tossed out a Poké Ball.

The Pokémon that emerged was his true ace—Swinub.

The moment it appeared, Swinub revealed a satisfied expression.

The freezing environment, the snow-covered battlefield, and the piercing cold made it feel completely at home.

Just imagining a battle in such conditions filled Swinub with excitement.

Sam frowned the moment he saw Swinub.

Just Swinub?

Pryce hadn't even sent out Delibird.

Unable to guess what Pryce was planning, Sam thought for a moment before making his decision.

"Bangira, let's go!"

A massive Tyranitar stepped onto the battlefield.

Among all the Pokémon Sam possessed, only Tyranitar could stand against Pryce's terrifying Swinub.

"Swinub, Blizzard."

Pryce was clearly far more serious this time than during their previous battle.

He had already decided to end everything here and reclaim Celebi once and for all.

Blizzard was normally just an ordinary Ice-type move.

But in Pryce's hands, it became a disaster.

A violent snowstorm instantly erupted across the battlefield.

It was difficult to imagine that such overwhelming power came from a tiny Swinub.

The icy winds screamed through the air while razor-sharp hail swept toward Tyranitar like countless blades.

Tyranitar's expression became serious.

Compared to their previous encounter, Pryce's Swinub was clearly fighting with its full strength now.

Just standing before it filled Tyranitar with pressure unlike anything it had ever experienced before.

Not even Rayquaza had made it feel this way.

If anyone else heard that a Swinub felt stronger than Rayquaza, they would probably laugh at the idea.

But reality was sometimes absurd.

Tyranitar no longer had time to think.

The frozen storm was already closing in.

"Sand Blade, Tyranitar!"

This time, Sam chose not to defend.

Instead, he answered offense with offense.

Normally, Sam preferred steady defense and counterattacks.

But his instincts screamed danger.

Something deep inside him warned that if Tyranitar tried to defend against this Blizzard head-on, it would be completely overwhelmed.

There was no evidence.

No logic.

Just pure instinct.

But at critical moments, a great Trainer trusted their intuition.