Ash's Pokémon Travel Has Big Problems

Cross's face turned ashen, and he could only reluctantly recall the Incineroar, which was now unable to battle, using a Poké Ball.

He abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and a frenzied killing intent, and threw out another Poké Ball: "Lycannon! Go! Tear that Charizard to shreds!"

Opposite him.

"That's enough, Charmeleon. You did a very, very good job." Ash gently enveloped the tired but proud Charmeleon with the red light of his Poké Ball. "Rest well now. Leave the rest to your friends."

Charmeleon performed beyond its limits in this battle.

It puts a lot of strain on the body.

Afterwards, he needs to go to the Pokémon Center for proper treatment... If the situation is really serious, Ash thinks it would be best to send him back to Professor Oak's lab.

The red light receded.

Ash didn't even glance at the ferocious Lycanroc that pounced on him; he simply patted it lightly on the shoulder.

"partner."

"Pickup!"

Pikachu, who had been poised to pounce, transformed into a golden lightning bolt and vanished from the spot in an instant.

There are no fancy skill animations or deafening roars.

Speed ​​is all that matters.

Absolute speed that surpasses the limits of visual capture.

Before the mane-shaped werewolf could even figure out what was happening, it felt a golden bolt of lightning strike its head like divine punishment.

And then no more.

As a partner, Pikachu carrying an electric ball is extremely exaggerated.

The effects aren't too noticeable in the early stages, but they become more and more exaggerated as the game progresses.

"Pikachu!!!"

The lightning, compressed to its extreme and condensed to its ultimate form, pierced through the body of the Rock Wolf in an instant, like a golden spear of judgment.

"Awooo—!" The mane rock werewolf only had time to let out a short and shrill scream before its body convulsed violently in the destructive electrical energy.

Then, billowing black smoke, it fell straight down, losing all consciousness.

Instant kill!

A decisive, one-hit kill!

From the moment Pikachu sets out to the moment Lycanroc falls to the ground, the entire process takes less than a second.

It was truly an exhilarating battle.

(Werewolf: ...For my peanuts!)

The scene fell into dead silence.

Only the distant, still chaotic sounds accentuated the eerie silence of the place.

Cross's expression shifted from anger to astonishment, then to utter blankness and disbelief.

I simply can't believe what I'm seeing.

They didn't dare to admit the facts before them at all.

If all this is true.

So what am I, anyway?

I……

I……

I……

Cross stared wide-eyed at the smoking Lycanroc on the ground, then glanced at Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder, as if it had only done something insignificant.

My mind went completely blank, as if struck by lightning.

"No...this can't be...a hallucination...it must be a hallucination..."

"A rock wolf...how could it...be taken down in one hit..."

He muttered to himself, refusing to accept the reality before him that had overturned all his understanding.

Ash slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly landing on the utterly dejected Cross.

The anger in that gaze was gone.

Instead, it carries a sense of looking down on someone.

This is a top-down, almost pity-like indifference.

It is the victor's leeway and denial of the loser.

He spoke.

The voice was not loud.

But it reached Cross's ears clearly.

With a strange rhythm, it seems to pierce through the weaknesses of the human heart:

“I didn’t want to say the same thing a second time.”

"But I'll make an exception for you today..."

"You are a weak trainer."

"You are the worst trainer."

"Empty strength, false confidence, like a fortress built of sand..."

"Narrow-minded perception, cheap tricks, the epitome of incompetence..."

“You don’t even understand the most basic concept of ‘what power is’.”

"Your failure was etched into your destiny from the moment you abandoned Charmander."

"You're not even worthy of my attention right now."

"Your capacity for tolerance ends here."

Ash really hates this [thing].

Therefore, you should speak harshly when you want to.

And before that... when the aura power surged to a high level... Ash saw a blurry shadow on Cross.

—Marshado?

—Has the trial of the Rainbow Warrior begun?

Xiao Zhi realized this fact.

If that's the case, then simply solving the problem won't solve the problem Kroos is currently facing.

Therefore, we must go further.

For example, we could force this guy in front of us to run away and see if we can force Marcia out.

Ultimately, we need to address the problem at its root.

The trial of the Rainbow Warrior begins upon discovery.

Marshall has already intervened.

Kroos is just a minor problem.

Although Ash was indeed very annoyed by this guy, the main issue to be addressed right now wasn't him.

After all... Marshall really doesn't have a good temper.

Ash remembered Marshadow's actions in the original anime... that really made "him" in that timeline give up his first time.

It was so badly beaten that not even ashes remained.

So from this moment on, all actions must be taken with caution... and then we must teach Marcia a lesson.

Opposite to Xiaozhi.

Cross's pride was shattered.

He suddenly looked up at Xiaozhi.

Those calm, unwavering eyes held no mockery or smugness, only a bottomless indifference that chilled him to the bone.

This is a form of indifference.

It was as if she wasn't even looking at him.

"...How could this be..."

He was cursing at me.

They acted as if they didn't see me at all.

Am I not even worth being seen?

"I...I..." Cross's lips trembled, wanting to refute, wanting to curse, but he found that all his words were stuck in his throat, turning into meaningless hoarse sounds.

His beliefs completely collapsed in the face of the undeniable facts before him.

"Fear it, hate it, and then run away!" Ash didn't know where Marthus was, but he was sure it was related to Cross.

"And then never appear in front of me again."

So now we need to let this guy go; this is the strategy of feigning indifference to lure him in.

"Aaaaaah—" Cross began to run away as if he had a mental breakdown.

And the escape route.

"As expected... it really is in the junkyard?" Ash looked at Cross's back.

"let's go."

He rode his golden Gyarados straight off.

I didn't intend to inform Xiaogang and Xiaoxia.

Now that the Rainbow Warrior's trial has begun, it cannot be interfered with by ordinary external forces.

Furthermore, the city also needs to be protected.

Chapter 166 One punch unleashed... Dog donkey!!!

The massive body of the Golden Gyarados swept over the mountain of waste, the wind pressure creating a sickening cracking sound.

It carried Ash closely in pursuit of the disheveled figure fleeing ahead, plunging headlong into the most filthy and massive abandoned garbage dump on the outskirts of Black Cloud City.

The air here can no longer be described simply as "stinky".

It was a suffocating feeling, a mixture of rotting organic matter, chemical toxins, heavy metals, and something deeper—a kind of decay.

It could even be described as making one's soul feel uncomfortable.

Why does it smell so awful?

It's unbelievable that such a foul smell exists in the world.

If it weren't for the special gas mask, Ash doubted he could have lasted more than a minute here.

This is the power of a trash-type Pokémon.

Look around.

Mountains of twisted metal, broken plastic, and unrecognizable waste.

Everything cast menacing shadows in the dim light.

This is a graveyard abandoned by civilization, the final destination of filth and toxins.

Cross staggered through the garbage heap.

Finally, it stopped abruptly in the center of the site, in a relatively open area that was also where the garbage was piled up the highest.

He had his back to Ash, his shoulders heaving violently, as if greedily absorbing the dark aura permeating the land.