Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 299 The Open Beginning ②

Looking at this noble young man who was frightened by the murderous aura emanating from him, Shota chuckled and did not want to engage in excessive verbal entanglement with him, so he spoke:

"Please hurry up, the audience can't wait."

Only after hearing Shota's urging voice did the noble young man break away from the sea of ​​corpses and blood in his imagination.

He was gasping for breath, and as a gust of wind blew past, he shivered again, and then he realized that his back was already wet with cold sweat.

Feeling that he had lost face, the noble young man wanted to refute again, but when he was met with Shota's impatient and murderous eyes, he softened again.

Afterwards, he just said a few words to the referee.

The referee showed a look of surprise. He slowly raised the red flag belonging to Shota and spoke loudly through the small microphone next to his lapel:

"The blue player felt unwell and voluntarily gave up the match, so the winner of this trial is Shota from the Kanto region."

After hearing the referee's announcement, most of the audience stood up in dissatisfaction and shouted:

"No way, that's it?"

"It took me a lot of effort to get in here, give me back my money!"

"You weakling, give me a Bangjiras, and I can defeat him even if I send a dog to command him!"

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Listening to the shouting and cursing coming from all around, the noble young man who had just stepped off the fighting stage had a face so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. He clenched his fists tightly, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face was full of anger and unwillingness. He turned his head sharply and stared at Shota, who was still standing steadily on the fighting stage with a calm face, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes.

The noble young man gritted his teeth fiercely and muttered in a low voice: "Damned lowly person! Just wait and see! I don't believe that you will never step out of this alliance meeting! Once I get the chance, I will tear you into pieces to relieve my hatred!"

Although his voice was not loud, the murderous intent contained in it was chilling. After saying these words, the noble young man seemed to feel that he was not satisfied enough, and glared at Shota fiercely for a few more times before turning around and leaving.

After doing all these things, the noble son just glanced at Bangilas who was half-dead on the ground, turned around and left.

Looking at the young noble who left without looking back, Shota slowly walked to Bangilas's body. Looking at his broken body, Shota, with a faint smile on his face, began to talk to him through telepathy.

"Do you want to live?"

"I want to...I don't want to die...Mom...I haven't escaped from his hands yet."

"It seems that you are a filial son. Forget it. Since you are still useful, I will save your life."

After saying this in his heart, Shota teleported in front of the young nobleman. Seeing him frightened by shock, the sneer on Shota's face became even more intense.

"Hey, that broken elf, if you don't want it, just give it to me, a lowly person. What do you say, Master?"

Looking at Shota's gentle smile, the young nobleman sensed an inexplicable meaning from it.

Those squinting eyes flickered in the sunlight, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

"Okay... here you go."

Looking at the Poké Ball that the young nobleman handed over with trembling hands, Shota snatched it away in full view of everyone.

Before leaving, he turned his head and smiled at the young master, and said:

"Thank you very much."

Then, with a loud and wild laugh, he walked towards the direction of Bangilas.

Listening to Shota's wild laughter, the young nobleman finally couldn't bear the grievance in his heart. Tears welled up in his eyes and he ran towards the direction of leaving, whimpering.

As he was running, he suddenly tripped over a rock for some unknown reason and fell flat on his face.

As if he felt liquid flowing out of his nose, the young nobleman touched his nose and looked along the unknown liquid on his hand. Finally, he saw that his hands were covered with thick blood mixed with snot. This made him, who always maintained elegance and nobility, faint due to excessive excitement.

The audience watched the noble young master's actions on the big screen and forgot their protests for a moment.

There was silence in the air for a moment, and then a series of loud laughs broke out in the venue.

"Hahaha!"

"What an idiot, you can faint just like that."

“It’s really weak.”

In a secret room on the other side, a large screen also showed the real-time report of this noble young master.

At the conference table, a group of elderly people couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw this scene, just like the audience in the auditorium.

But different from these laughing old people, an old man sitting on the left seat just remained silent. From the look in his eyes, it seemed that he felt sorry for their misfortune and was angry at their lack of resistance.

Probably because he had laughed enough, the old man sitting in the chief seat spoke up:

"Okay, stop laughing, let's talk about how to deal with this person."

After hearing what the chief elder said, the others who were still laughing stopped laughing and their expressions became solemn.

An elder sitting on the right stood up and said:

"I have already obtained information about this person. He is the child of a civilian couple in the Kanto region. It can be said that he has come a long way and is quite good. You can consider accepting him into my camp."

After hearing what the old man said, an old man sitting on the left could not help but stood up and said:

"Hey, old man, don't make too many noises with your abacus. It will make people jealous."

"What did you say? Do you want to have a fight?"

"Just quarrel! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, the old man sitting at the head of the table immediately spoke up to stop them:

"You two should stop arguing, let's listen to what the person involved has to say.

After hearing the chief old man's speech, the two men who were about to quarrel snorted at each other and turned their eyes to the old man with an ugly expression.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, the old man coughed lightly, holding his cane, with a meaningful smile on his face, and said:

"With so many talented people, this one won't be a big problem, right?"

After saying this, the old man walked out of the secret meeting room step by step, holding his cane.

Looking at the old man leaving with a cane, the other old men had different expressions on their faces, but none of them said anything. They just watched the next game silently, selecting the forces that were suitable for integration into their family business.