Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

"Oh, I lost."

The middle-aged investigator's eyes were dull, and he sighed and said.

He looked decadent, as if he had aged several years in an instant, as if he had accepted his fate.

"I repeat, put the Pokémon away!"

Feng's tone was fierce, his eyes fixed on the Poké Ball in his hand, forcing him to speak.

At this point, the overall situation has been decided. If the trainer himself is controlled, the Pokémon will naturally be restrained as well. The two investigators no longer have a chance to turn the situation around.

But the middle-aged investigator did not do so immediately. The expression in his eyes changed. In the face of life and death crisis, other things popped up in his mind.

"Adi, Xiaolu, Vice Captain..."

He thought of his comrades who had died at the hands of Pokémon hunters, and familiar faces flashed before his eyes...

The light returned to his eyes, and the middle-aged investigator's heart was filled with pain and anger. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man didn't know where he got the courage from, and started cursing at Feng like crazy.

"Although I lost, the Alliance Investigator did not lose! You want me to surrender? Don't even think about it!"

"You damn Pokémon hunters!"

His voice was filled with anger and indomitable will. He widened his bloodshot eyes and glared at Feng, as if he wanted to vent all his resentment.

"you……"

Feng frowned and his face instantly turned gloomy.

He felt that something was wrong with the development of the situation, and it was different from what he expected, so he reached out to grab the middle-aged man's Poké Ball.

"Emperor Nabo, Roserade... Don't worry about me! Quick, kill this Pokémon hunter!"

The middle-aged investigator looked excited, his tone filled with a determination to face death, veins bulging on his body, and he looked like he was ready to die with Feng.

Hearing this desperate order, its Pokémon hesitated for a moment, but after sensing their master's will, their eyes became serious and they released their skills towards Feng one after another.

"Damn it, give me your ball!"

Feng cursed loudly and forcibly broke the middle-aged investigator's hand. However, he only had time to take the three Poké Balls from his left hand before he had to quickly escape into the shadows to avoid the skill.

In the blink of an eye, a variety of colorful skills bombarded in.

A look of relief appeared on the face of the middle-aged investigator, and he was instantly blown to pieces and disappeared in a beam of light, as if he had experienced a ceremony of ascension to heaven.

"hiss."

Feng Ze suffered some minor injuries because he failed to dodge completely.

Not long ago, he used his defensive skills to resist the skills of Charizard and Emperor Nabo, and then used his stand to confuse the enemy while sneaking into the shadows to prepare for a sneak attack.

Now the defenses of Blade and Shieldsword are on cooldown, and it is too late to release Gyarados temporarily, so they can only escape in embarrassment.

In the final analysis, it was because he was careless.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged investigator was so stubborn. Feng thought that the game was over by putting the sword to his neck, so he didn't confiscate the Poké Ball immediately and didn't even release the Gyarados.

"I must take this as a warning and be more careful in the future. Not everyone in this world is afraid of death..."

Although Feng made a mistake, the subsequent battle was still one-sided, and the death of the middle-aged investigator did not change anything.

After taking back the three Pokémon from the middle-aged investigator, the only remaining one was easily destroyed by Feng.

The young investigator, however, was not as ruthless and courageous as his predecessor. Not only did he take the Pokémon back and surrender, he also confessed everything while spitting blood.

Luna's "gentle" grip just now broke several of his bones, but fortunately, his heart was not pierced, so he can still be saved in the Pokémon world.

Feng understood their origins.

It turns out that this time Butler Lei's capture of Banguilas was a trap set by the Alliance. The team was led by Captain Shinji, a gym leader-level trainer, and eight elite team members followed. They worked in pairs to defeat the hunters one by one.

The captain and the other main Pokémon of the other personnel probably knew about it, but since the young investigator had only been in the team for a short time, he didn't know much about their captain's style, habits, and tactics.

The young man and the middle-aged man are in the fourth group, whose goal is to intercept Feng, while Shinji personally takes two members to deal with Deacon Lei.

After the young man finished explaining what happened, he looked at Feng with an expectant and flattering expression, "Sir, I've said everything. Please save me. I think I can still be saved!"

"No, you can't."

Feng casually gave the young man a quick death.

He treated himself and then simply sorted out his gains.

After packing up their Poké Balls, space bracelets, and the mineral crystals of the Rhydon tribe, they began to think about their next plan.

Next, Feng prepared to continue to wade into this "muddy water".

Although Feng has already gained some benefits if he acts cautiously, he should quit while he is ahead and leave this dangerous vortex between the Alliance and the Hunter Association.

But with Feng's current strength, he was unwilling to leave just like that. He was no longer the soft persimmon that could be bullied by others. Besides, the scale of this battle was no more than the gym owner level.

"I remember the closest one was Tiger. Let's go see how he is doing first."

Feng sank into the shadow and disappeared on the spot, leaving behind only debris and a dilapidated battlefield.

……

"Hey, I heard you were called Tiger. Now that I've pulled out your teeth, can you still act so majestic?"

A blood-covered Union investigator stepped on the tiger's chest with one foot and held a large pair of pliers in one hand, aiming at the tiger's teeth and trying to pry them out.

The tiger's mouth was full of blood, its teeth were scattered, and there was a large dent on its chest from which blood was constantly oozing out. It lay on the ground unable to move.

The mask of the Blazing Roaring Tiger disappeared, revealing a tough face with hideous scars. He made a painful "grunt" sound with the movement of the pliers, but his eyes still showed a murderous look.

They were surrounded by broken corpses, including the Blazing Roaring Tiger, the Great North Nose... and even the body of an Alliance Investigator, whose neck had been forcibly broken and fell to the ground in a twisted posture.

The perverted investigator who was abusing the tiger was followed by a scarred turbaned thug. The red crown on his head was a mess, and it was obvious that he had been in a tough fight.

"Tell me the bank card password in your space bracelet! I lost a lot of money on this trip. Only one Pokémon is left."

"You're amazing! You killed so many of our Pokémon, why aren't you moving now?"

The perverted investigator exerted force with his hands and forcibly pulled out one of the tiger's teeth, then casually threw it aside and swung the pliers towards the tiger again.

"Humph."

Just as he was still trying hard, he heard a groan that did not belong to the tiger. The investigator paused, felt a chill on his back, and quickly turned around to look over.

The turbaned thug, who was already seriously injured, was pierced through the heart by a thin sword from behind. The sword body glowed with pink light, which was the spiritual blade of the psychic skill.