Pokémon's Chosen System

No matter how strong a person is, he will have weaknesses that he cannot protect. As for Ah Ju, his weakness is his defense against his best friend.

It's ironic, after two people have been together for decades, their final friendship turned out to be just an act.

Ah Jue covered his wound, but the honest-looking man in front of him now had a mocking expression that didn't suit him. It felt like he was laughing at Ah Ju. The bleeding wound no longer hurt so much. What hurt was only Ah Ju's unwilling heart.

"you……"

Ah Jue kept his mouth open for a long time, but he only came out one word. Possibly due to excessive blood loss, or possibly due to the surge of qi and blood, Ah Jue fainted.

"father!"

Ah Xing hurriedly ran to Ah Ju's side.

Her father, who was so powerful in her eyes, now seems so fragile. Only his natural sword eyebrows still have a trace of unyielding left at this moment.

The girl who has been chasing her father's back since childhood seems to have lost her spiritual support. Her eyes looked blankly at the man in front of her who she had been chasing for most of her life but was about to disappear.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are still too naive, Orange." Baoba shook his head, took out a walkie-talkie from his pocket, and said coldly: "Take all the Pokémon in this wild wilderness area away. Another team will come. People, come here and help me take away the Hakron from the bottom of the lake."

"What on earth are you doing this for?"

A young man's voice came over. Baoba followed the sound and saw Duanmu Yeyu, who was all wet.

"Haha, for what?"

Suddenly Baoba burst into laughter. It's just that this laughter is extremely inconsistent with his appearance. It is full of a sense of sinisterness and the joy of succeeding in a plan.

"Do you know how much a Pokémon can be sold for on the black market? There are thousands of them! Even one of their organs can be sold for a high price by collectors with quirks!"

Baoba's eyes were full of greed, and he vented the resentment he had held in his heart for decades to Duanmu Yeyou like he was possessed.

"You know, there are at least tens of thousands of Pokémon in a wild wilderness area! If they were all sold, it would be a huge profit!

To prepare for today, I have been working in Qianhong City for more than thirty years! Just to gain the trust of the people here so that I can apply for the management rights of this wild wilderness area! "

Baoba said, touching his already wrinkled cheek, and smiled coldly, "But thanks to my appearance. People here say that I am as honest as Slowpoke, and they even just gave it to me. Given the nickname 'Slowpoke', they all thought I was really as stupid as Slowpoke. But what they never expected was that I was the mastermind behind the largest poacher gang in the Kanto region!"

"I have been waiting for so many years, waiting for the right opportunity, the opportunity that will bring me the greatest profit!" Baoba said enthusiastically pointing to the lake behind Duanmu Yeyu, "Originally, I thought there was a Hackron here. It's just a legend. I didn't expect it to be true. The value of a Harker Dragon is beyond imagination. Coupled with the strength it just showed, I won't have to worry about spending money for the rest of my life!"

While he was talking, two jeeps full of poachers had arrived at the lake. The poachers who got off the car surrounded Duanmu Yeyu and his party by the lake. Judging from their posture and the expressions on their faces, it was clear that they would not let Duanmu Yeyu and the others leave easily.

At this time, A'ju, the strongest player on the field, had fallen into a coma, and A-Xing also lost her fighting spirit because of A'ju's fainting. It seemed that Duanmu Yeyu was the only one to fight this battle.

Explosions and the screams of various Pokémon continued to be heard in the distance.

The rare ones are still safe, but only for now. Weak people can hardly get into the eyes of these greedy guys, but they will not let them leave just yet.

Those who died were wounded, those who fled were those who fled and fought. The green home of the past is now pulsing with flames; the meadows that were once full of fragrant grass are now filled with ashes.

Mountains of "trophies" piled high, blood-stained earth. The ugly faces of the greedy, the mournful cries of those who resisted being killed.

The disgusting negative emotions are rendered here, and no matter who you are, you will feel that your chest is suppressed and it is difficult to breathe.

It seemed that he felt something, and he seemed to foresee something.

The flying mantis jumped out of the Pokmon ball on Duanmu Yeyu's waist, looking at the devastated homeland and the displaced people.

Its eyes were cracked, and it whined endlessly.

Before Duanmu Yeyu could stop it, it had already rushed towards the poachers around it. He held up a shining silver sickle and flapped his crystal clear thin wings. At this moment, it seems to have turned into a dancer, shuttling among the poachers, carrying red lotus blossoms.

And those "dance partners" who were out of place now either had their limbs broken or fell to the ground wailing, or their heads were missing, and they experienced the feelings of the deprived.

The silver-white sickle was stained by shocking red, and its transparent thin wings trembled with the breeze. But the plundering in the distance has not stopped, and there are more and more greedy people in front of us.

Although Baoba was surprised by the dancing posture of the King of the End, he was more surprised by the endless greed in his eyes.

"Why are you still hanging around? Get rid of it quickly! No matter whether it is dead or alive, this flying mantis can be sold for a good price. Whoever defeats it, I will give him half of it!"

When the poachers who were not affected by the attack heard this, the enthusiasm in their eyes became even higher. They released their accomplices, each called "partners", and surrounded the king. Using their most powerful skills, they didn't care whether it was fair or not.

Half a percent, which doesn’t sound like much. But what if its base is hundreds of thousands, or even millions, or tens of millions?

For these poachers, this is a lot of money, enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives. And for their Pokémon, they just need to defeat this guy in front of them. His master will be able to make a lot of profits, and as a hero, he will naturally benefit from the rising tide.

Countless skills, mixed together, even if they are not very powerful, are enough to make the "king" in front of him fall.

At this moment, the Flying Mantis did not choose to use its proud speed to evade. Instead, it held the scythe, roared, and then rushed towards the poachers.

Just when these hundreds of skills were about to hit, there was a loud sound in the sky. A golden pillar of fire suddenly appeared, blocking all those skills.

"Flying Mantis, have you forgotten that I am your master now?" The young man by the lake had an expressionless face, not sure whether he was happy or angry.

"Anyone who offends you offends me. And the punishment will naturally be decided by me."

Duanmu Yeyou took a deep breath, his eyes seemed to shine with light, and a sound that was neither small nor loud surrounded the ears of everyone present.

"Your punishment is death."

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