Chapter 220: A Frenzied Massacre

"Machamp, Finger Pistol: Daytime Tiger!"

At Ron's command, Machamp charged forward, a ferocious white tiger roaring as it lunged toward the poaching gang in the distance.

"Everyone, defend!"

Recognizing this signature technique, Holden hastily shouted orders to his subordinates, a hint of fear in his voice.

When dealing with lone Pokémon hunters, Ron employed assassination tactics. But when facing entire poaching gangs, he unleashed Machamp and his team with overwhelming force.

Now, as the Daytime Tiger attack landed, Machamp burst from the forest, while Persian and Bellossom provided support from behind.

After witnessing the terrifying power of Alakazam, Ron was desperate to strengthen his own team with another Pokémon possessing quasi-Elite Four-level strength.

So, when encountering a poaching gang where the strongest member was merely Mid Elite, Ron chose to let Machamp fight alone, using this as an opportunity to push his Pokémon toward the next breakthrough.

Upon seeing the Daytime Tiger approaching, the poachers didn't even need Holden's command to react.

Those with Pokémon capable of Protect ordered them to activate it at the front line, while others used different moves to weaken the attack's impact.

Meanwhile, Machamp executed Shave, swiftly maneuvering to flank Holden's group.

By the time they noticed, Machamp unleashed another Finger Pistol: Daytime Tiger at point-blank range, instantly engulfing one of them.

Continuously shifting positions, Machamp struck again and again with successive Daytime Tiger attacks.

The scattered Mid Elite Pokémon stood no chance against Machamp's relentless assault.

In mere moments, the ground was littered with corpses—seven or eight already. Considering Holden's entire gang consisted of just over ten people, this single engagement had already cost them half their forces.

"Blood Shadow! I know it's you! If you have the guts, come out and fight me face-to-face! What kind of warrior hides behind his Pokémon?!"

Holden shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation as he scanned his surroundings.

His only reply was another Daytime Tiger, fired with cold precision.

Sensing an opening, Machamp unleashed Finger Pistol: Flying Finger Pistol—an invisible shockwave with immense penetrating force—straight at Holden's throat.

As if flipping a switch, crimson blood gushed from the wound. No matter how hard Holden clutched at his neck, he couldn't stop his life from slipping away.

Although Machamp rarely used Flying Finger Pistol after mastering devastating techniques like Morning Peacock, his proficiency with it remained unparalleled.

Watching their leader, the once-mighty boss of the poaching gang, fall soundlessly before their eyes, the remaining poachers completely lost their will to fight.

From start to finish, they had seen nothing but a blur of Machamp's rapid movements and the emergence of those relentless white tigers, slaughtering their comrades one by one.

Now, even their leader lay dead at their feet. Under this immense pressure, some abandoned all hope, falling to their knees and begging Ron for mercy.

"End it, Machamp. Finger Pistol: Evening Elephant!"

Their pleas were met only with Machamp's intensified assault.

The massive crimson elephant foot came crashing down, and the last survivors felt the shadow of death looming over them. They desperately commanded their Pokémon to launch one final, reckless attack, but it was futile—the crushing force of the elephant foot was unstoppable.

The ground trembled violently. Their final struggle was meaningless.

The difference between Mid Elite and High Elite was even greater than the gap between Machamp and Nakar's quasi-Elite Four-level Alakazam.

As Machamp landed smoothly on the ground, he fired off consecutive Flying Finger Pistols, finishing off the remaining poachers who had barely survived by using their Pokémon as shields.

With the battle over, Ron swiftly looted resources from the fallen before making his exit.

Unlike before, when he would at least make an effort to move on foot, he now simply had Gardevoir teleport him away, unwilling to even take a step himself.

It wasn't laziness—it was training.

Earlier, when struck by Alakazam's attack, Ron should have been dead. But against all odds, he not only survived but even awakened latent psychic abilities as a result.

From the moment he realized his extraordinary memory, Ron had suspected that, as a transmigrator, he might have been gifted with strong mental capabilities. He just never had the chance to awaken them, leaving his potential as a psychic unknown.

Yet, after taking a direct hit from Alakazam, it was as if something inside him had been forcibly unlocked. Not only did he emerge unscathed, but he had also successfully awakened his psychic powers.

Unfortunately, his newfound abilities were incredibly weak. Had Gardevoir not noticed, he might not have even realized he had awakened them.

Now that he had psychic powers, Ron was determined to develop them, integrating them with his ongoing breathing techniques training—becoming a master of both magic and martial arts.

However, there was one crucial condition: he had to keep this a secret from the League, at least for now. He needed to find a special item that could hide the fact that he was a psychic.

If such an item existed, he could practice freely under his alternate identity, minimizing suspicion.

For this reason, Ron avoided exchanging for official psychic training methods through the League.

Given that he was likely under the strict surveillance of Bruno, if he suddenly requested psychic training materials, it would raise a massive red flag—potentially becoming a weak point that could be exploited later.

Having come so close to death, Ron valued his safety more than ever. He wouldn't allow even the smallest vulnerability to remain.

With no better option, he resorted to the simplest method taught by Gardevoir: releasing his psychic power, then restoring it, gradually increasing both its quality and quantity through repetition.

After distancing himself from the slaughtered poaching gang, Ron quickly locked onto another target.

Though he couldn't take revenge on Nakar just yet, he still needed an outlet. And these poachers, who provided him with both resources and combat experience, were the perfect prey.

In the following days, news of entire poaching gangs being wiped out by Ron spread like wildfire.

Under this brutal massacre, the remaining Mid Elite and High Elite-level poachers trembled in fear, dreading the moment they might cross paths with Ron.

Some sought to band together for mutual protection. Others went into hiding, temporarily abandoning their identities as Pokémon hunters. Yet there were also those who decided to strike first, scheming to eliminate Ron and claim the resources he had accumulated.

But just as the poachers began to mobilize against him, Ron suddenly halted his slaughter.

Having vented his frustration, he refocused on strengthening Bellossom and the rest of his team—because one day, he would personally avenge his fallen Gyarados.

Meanwhile, on the League's side, Bruno remained satisfied with Ron's actions.

Through various sources, he confirmed that Ron had no connections to Team Rocket or any other criminal organizations. Instead, he had directed his fury solely at the Pokémon hunters.

Now that Ron was seeking to further his training, Bruno prepared to conduct one final round of surveillance.

Once he confirmed that Ron exhibited no abnormalities, Bruno would gradually reduce his scrutiny, eventually restoring things to how they were before. This entire surveillance operation would then be sealed away, serving as proof of his trust in Ron.

What Bruno didn't realize, however, was that everything he had observed was merely an act—one that Ron had deliberately put on after guessing his intentions.

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