Chapter 215: Crushing Defeat

"There's a waterfall up ahead? Let's head there."

Though surprised by such an unusual landscape appearing in the middle of a forest, Ron quickly reminded himself of the world he was in.

At this point, nothing was truly out of the ordinary.

For all he knew, this waterfall could be the key to his survival.

Ron didn't need to think too hard about who had sent the pursuer behind him—it had to be those within the League who had wanted his training methods from the very beginning.

What shocked him, however, was their audacity. They dared to make a move against him when his reputation was at its peak? Did they not fear the public losing trust in the League? Did they not worry that the Elite Four might seize this opportunity to strike back at them?

There was no time for further thought.

"Gardevoir, head toward the waterfall!" Ron commanded.

"A waterfall up ahead?" Nakar smirked. "Well then, I guess the game ends here. Alakazam, after them!"

His voice echoed in Alakazam's mind, and in an instant, the Psychic Pokémon pushed its Teleport ability to its limit, surging forward with incredible speed.

In mere moments, Nakar and his Alakazam caught sight of Ron and his Pokémon—but just as quickly, they vanished again.

Gardevoir was pushing itself to the brink, expanding the range of its Teleport as much as possible.

Had it not been for the Fighting Aura Ron was channeling into it, Gardevoir would have long since collapsed from exhaustion.

They were still three Teleports away from reaching the waterfall, but Nakar and Alakazam were already closing in fast.

"Alakazam, use Psychic Pressure!"

Over the years, psychics had developed a complete arsenal of techniques specifically designed to counter Psychic-type Pokémon.

Unfortunately, the power of these techniques varied depending on the Pokémon wielding them.

At this moment, Ron could feel an overwhelming force pressing down on him.

Nakar hadn't even given a direct command—Alakazam had already locked onto Gardevoir with its psychic energy. If Gardevoir attempted another Teleport now, Alakazam would disrupt the space around them, shattering the move before it could take effect.

There was only one way out—disable Alakazam before Gardevoir could attempt another escape.

"Machamp, Finger Pistol: Evening Elephant!"

"Persian, Finger Pistol: Shadow Claw Execution!"

Ron's orders rang out.

Machamp leaped into the air, unleashing a devastating Finger Pistol: Evening Elephant toward Alakazam.

At the same time, Persian charged at blinding speed, its claws glinting with a deadly sheen.

Ron continued pouring his Fighting Aura into Gardevoir—it was their only hope of escape.

Against Alakazam's Psychic Pressure, Machamp's Evening Elephant crumbled almost instantly. In desperation, it unleashed a barrage of Finger Pistol: Daytime Tigers, barely managing to hold on before collapsing.

The cost was severe—two of Machamp's four arms were broken, another was temporarily dislocated, leaving it with only one usable limb.

Persian fared no better. Alakazam countered with a Psychic Halo, its sheer force knocking Persian backward. A trickle of blood slid down its mouth.

"Let me tell you something," Nakar said, his voice carrying a cruel edge. "My Alakazam has already reached the peak of the Mid Elite level. All it takes is one more push with a Type Plate, and it will ascend to the Elite Four tier."

"Your Pokémon stand no chance against us. But if you're willing to share that special training method of yours, I promise to grant you and your Pokémon a swift death."

"Otherwise…" He sneered. "Once we capture you alive, I'm sure you know what happens next."

Ron clenched his fists.

Nakar wasn't wrong. His Alakazam was only a step away from the Elite Four level, while Ron's Pokémon were still at the High Elite tier. The power gap was massive.

"Is that so?" Ron muttered.

Before he could finish speaking, Persian suddenly fired off a Hyper Beam. The orange-yellow energy blast tore through the air, heading straight for Nakar and Alakazam.

"Alakazam, Psycho Cut! Then use Psychic Impact to retreat!"

Nakar didn't even flinch at the sudden attack.

With a flick of its spoons, Alakazam's Psycho Cut sliced clean through Hyper Beam. Then, it turned and unleashed a Psychic Impact behind it, shattering Gardevoir's Future Sight.

Ron took the opening.

"Gardevoir, Teleport!"

In a flash, Gardevoir disappeared, taking Ron with it.

Nakar let out a low chuckle. "Interesting. I hope you have more surprises for me—this is just starting to get fun."

Gardevoir was already preparing the next Teleport when Alakazam and Nakar caught up once more.

Seeing the power gap between them, Gardevoir didn't wait for Ron's command. It forced another Teleport, despite the immense strain.

A wave of searing pain shot through Gardevoir's mind—but it succeeded.

"You're out of options now," Nakar said coldly.

Even before his words faded, Alakazam used Teleport, once again appearing ahead of them.

Ron landed by the waterfall's edge, but the strain of repeated forced Teleports finally took its toll—Gardevoir collapsed into unconsciousness.

No hesitation.

Ron recalled Machamp and Persian into their Poké Balls, then jumped off the waterfall with Gardevoir in his arms.

"Suicidal fool! Alakazam, use Psychic to chase them!"

Nakar had barely finished speaking before Alakazam Teleported them downward in pursuit.

Ron continued channeling his Fighting Aura into Gardevoir, trying to stabilize its condition. Above him, Alakazam gathered its psychic energy into a Psycho Cut, preparing to slash downward.

"Machamp, get out here! Finger Pistol: Evening Elephant!"

Machamp emerged from its Poké Ball, using its one good arm to fire an Evening Elephant toward the incoming attack.

"Alakazam, Triple Psycho Cut!"

In an instant, Alakazam conjured two more blades of psychic energy. The three Psycho Cuts combined, easily tearing through Machamp's attack.

"Machamp, use Protect!"

As the protective barrier formed, Ron prepared to recall Machamp.

"Alakazam, use Confusion!"

A powerful psychic force slammed into Machamp's Protect. Then, the remnants of the Psycho Cut broke through, striking Machamp square in the chest.

Scarlet blood sprayed through the air.

Before Alakazam could follow up, a red light enveloped Machamp, pulling it back into its Poké Ball.

Ron was already halfway down the waterfall when another Psycho Cut hurtled toward him.

Gardevoir was still unconscious—there was no choice.

"Persian, Finger Pistol: Shadow Claw Slash!"

The moment Persian emerged, Alakazam reacted instantly, using Confusion to restrict its movements.

"Persian, use Substitute, then Protect!"

Alakazam's psychic energy crushed Persian's Substitute and shattered its Protect, finally landing a clean hit before Ron could recall it.

Nakar grinned as he looked at Ron.

His intentions were clear—he would take down Ron's Pokémon one by one, forcing him into absolute despair for daring to resist.

And when Ron had nothing left...

Nakar would savor his final moments.

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