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Beat all the trainers with ill intentions to the ground and drag them back to be their training slaves!

Even the league's top players had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge, observe cautiously, and prepare their unique skills to challenge the Crisis Contract with a difficulty level of 40+.

There can only be one Dark Star of Alola.

This is an unspoken agreement among everyone.

It's like two chess masters have already set up their formations, exchanged their trash talk, and decided who will go first.

Faced with my brilliant response, Rosamund, how will you deal with it?

Open the Ultimate Cave to summon the Ultimate Beast?

To overturn the chessboard and call for a strike by all members of the Ethereum Foundation?

Or perhaps we could directly connect to the Ultimate Metropolis and summon the corrupted Necrozma?

The answer has been revealed:

Yes……

Skull Team!

Unbeknownst to them, among the still bewildered group of trainers, there was now an ordinary trainer passing by who had grown so speechless that he was naturally smiling, and whose hair was starting to lose its color.

Guzma, the leader of the Skull Team, walked out of the crowd with a grin and patted his subordinate on the shoulder with satisfaction.

"You kid, you talk in a style that's just like our Skull Team, which suits me quite well."

He then turned around and addressed the still bewildered group of trainers:

"Are they all deaf?!"

"A bunch of losers."

P.S.: It's about time to pack up the things I need to take home for my trip.

I went on three blind dates between the first and seventh day of the Lunar New Year last year.

Want to take a gamble? How many times this year? (laughs)

Volume 2, Grand Alliance Chapter: Chapter 124 A Good Show (Part 2)

Loud shouting combined with harsh words can temporarily short-circuit a person's thinking.

Loud voice and arrogant attitude.

Sometimes it can indeed stand out from the crowd and quiet the whole room.

The bewildered trainers, when faced with this combo, did indeed pause for a moment to think:

Is the other side some kind of notorious villainous organization?

However, the deafening roar had barely subsided when the next sentence truly...

puff!

The undisguised sneer became particularly jarring and... jarring in the otherwise quiet environment where you could hear a pin drop.

Sorry, bro.

I really can't help it.

Alright, he's done for now.

The villainous organization said so.

He said, "The trainers present were losers."

To give everyone a full understanding of the current situation, let's have our long-absent reporter, Half-Circle, interview Xia Ming, the Martial God.

"Mr. Xia Ming, why are you laughing?"

"I laugh at Team Rocket for their lack of strategy, and Team Galaxy for their lack of intelligence. What if Team Skull were to dominate here?"

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it in anymore, I want to laugh again..."

"This is interview time, it's okay to go back to your original form."

"Hahahahaha..."

Okay, now that we've finished laughing, let's talk calmly.

Looking at all the villainous organizations throughout history, if we were to rank them by strength, Team Rocket would undoubtedly be number one, and Team Galaxy could be considered number two.

The former committed major crimes across several regions, while the latter, belonging to the only organization that successfully completed its evil goals, was the only one to do so.

Next in order are Team Plasma, Team Flare, Team Ocean, and Team Lava.

Which one isn't full of talented people? Which one doesn't have numerous industries? Which one didn't trigger the "world-ending" crisis of the legendary Pokémon?

Okay, putting aside the scale and scope, shouldn't there at least be some impressive organizational goals and beliefs?

Team Stars is fighting against injustice and the 80s in the school, while Team Shouts supports Marnie, who decides to become a Pokémon Master in order to revive the town.

Who could be better than a fan club formed spontaneously by a group of enthusiastic fans?

It’s so hard to guess.

Could it be the Skull Team?

That's right, the organization at the bottom of the rankings is... Skull Team.

Now, please allow me to introduce you to the specifics of Team Skull, a villainous organization native to Alola.

Core members of the organization: Local trainers who failed to participate in the island pilgrimage.

The area occupied by the organization: a dilapidated town.

Main business: Idleness, petty theft.

Gone.

When he said "a bunch of losers," even Xia Ming, the Martial God, felt a little surprised.

If you fail a challenge and return to your hometown feeling disheartened, no one will say you're wrong.

But then he turned to being a petty thug, stealing Pokémon and extorting protection money.

The core idea is to disrupt other people's challenges and try to prove that the problem isn't with themselves, but with the island trekking itself.

To say such things to a group of veteran trainers who were undergoing rehabilitation...

It's like someone who couldn't get into university tearing up someone else's answer sheet during the exam—utterly absurd.

How could anyone resist something so funny?

How the hell can anyone tolerate this?

Xia Ming now feels like an old man selling a book of legendary kung fu techniques for ten yuan at a kung fu movie set, who sees a thug threatening the authentic successor of the Five Elements Eight Trigrams Staff, Iron Wire Fist, and Springing Leg to pay protection money.

This is far more hilarious than any of those "Ya Le Pig Hua Muscle Man's Shockwave Shockwave" nonsense.

Oh right, look, even the landlord has come out to check the situation.

Because suddenly no trainers entered the arena, and it became unexpectedly quiet outside.

The duck-billed fire beast, which had appeared in the shadows at the tunnel entrance at some unknown time, tilted its head and looked at the situation outside with a puzzled expression.

Then he immediately noticed the Emperor in human form, who was casting a mocking glance at him.

"Do not care."

That's the meaning conveyed by that look.

The Duckbill Firebeast shrugged and turned to walk back.

Human affairs are too complicated; let's leave them all to the Emperor.

Meanwhile, in the arena...

Upon hearing the laughter, the very observant underling immediately noticed that Kuzma's face was beginning to darken.

He arrogantly jumped into the center of the field, brandishing a small dagger and threatening.

"Who the hell was laughing just now? Did they have a death wish?! Daring to mess with the Skull Team?!"

A pebble, seemingly out of nowhere, struck the blade of the small dagger with an inexplicable force.

It flew backwards several times before landing on the ground with a clattering sound.

The thug, still unaware of what had happened, belatedly revealed a bewildered expression, wondering where I had gone.

This adds an extra touch of comedy to the silent film.

puff.

New laughter erupted from the crowd.

As we all know, laughter, like yawning, is contagious.

The veteran trainers, who had gradually come to their senses, couldn't help but burst into laughter one after another.

Because it's really funny!

When the intimidating effect of a preemptive shout and a loud roar is broken by the comedic performance, the trainers, who have temporarily forgotten their identities due to the burning passion and the visceral combat, suddenly realize the truth.

For example, a classic representative among our eight masters.

The gentleman in the suit, holding a walking stick, clapped his hands:

Oh right, speaking of which, I think I also have another identity: the chairman of the Stinky Mud Cleaning Company.

What a coincidence, you are one too?

Haha, I was just knocked unconscious by a high-potential uppercut from Fast Fist Man. What are you all talking about now?

Talk about professions? I don't have a profession, but I do own a cruise ship.

As whispers and snickers came from all around like waves, the arrogant and domineering social dynamic group finally realized that something was wrong.

"Boss, we've run into a tough one? What do we do?"

The thug, who had frantically picked up the razor blade from the ground, approached Guzma and cautiously asked his boss, whose face had turned completely black.

Guzma, who squeezed out a word from between his teeth:

"Fight."

"You, go and defeat that smug old man."

"Huh??? Me???"

"Of course it's not just you."

The leader of the Skull Team turned around and roared at the chaotic mess of his team members behind him:

"All of you, charge! This is no ordinary trainer, get your punches down! Let them know how powerful Team Skull is!"

Yes!

Surprisingly, despite being a dynamic group in society, they actually showed a certain degree of obedience when they heard the instructions.

The arrogant, thuggish girl from Team Skull immediately released her Pokémon upon hearing the order:

Come out, Mongoose Boy!

It's all up to you, Arbok!

Gas bomb, use impact!

Vulture Girl, Flash of Light!

The Skull Army used a massive charge, a massive army assault!

The blond boy, who had been hiding to the side of the Skull Team from beginning to end, observing coldly as a temporary addition, slapped his forehead.

"It's a complete farce."

"Let's go, Sildenafil. Staying here any longer will only waste my time."

"No, you can't leave."

It sounds like a very old song is playing in the shadows...

P.S.: Today's sensitive word: Bald Eagle