Pokémon: The Climb

The way to win the ghost army is through numbers. Under normal circumstances, its size is enough to cope with most situations, but it is facing too many high-level Pokémon now. No matter it was the trainers from all directions or the younger brothers in Yveltar, no one could easily win without any cost.

Yang Yan's ghost army has no problem blocking a large number of Pokémon below the Quasi-King, but there are currently too few Pokémon above the King-level. If it weren't for Zoroark, he might have been killed just now. Super Thundermon was pushed back.

As for quasi-champions such as Super Thundermon, there are still many hidden nearby, so it's no wonder that Yang Yan feels that there are not enough Pokémon.

After all, Yang Yan's development time was too short compared to others, and he couldn't force his strength no matter how hard he tried.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing his irritability, Yang Yan returned to his original identity.

"Zoroark and the others need to be repaired. Before Gengar and the others come back, the ghost army can't move again. We have to let the Flame Chickens take over first!"

Of course, in addition to this, he did think that the identity of "Yang Yan" should be revealed. Otherwise, if we delay for a few more days, it will be difficult to explain when we encounter the military, Pachira or King Lucas.

Now the time is just right.

"In the past two days, not to mention the Pokémon consumed by the sudden outbreak of battle, other wild Pokémon and even trainers who were one step behind should have arrived by almost the same time, which is convenient for explaining my purpose!"

Yang Yan guessed like this mainly because of the unknown middle-aged woman he just met.

In addition, he speculated that the Carlos Alliance would even take the initiative to lure trainers who were above the quasi-King's strength to participate.

Firstly, to preserve the vitality of the alliance; secondly, to divert or resolve some conflicts caused by the absence of the military; thirdly, it may also be to consume some people who have done too much or who have to be paid too much.

In short, he doesn't mind using the utmost malice to speculate on those in power.

After changing his outfit, Yang Yan waited for a while longer before turning around and returning.

Not long after, Yang Yan saw powerful electric current splashing in the air.

"Sure enough, after absorbing a large amount of blood gas, the strength of Thunder Beast is not much different than when it was super evolved. After a while, it has probably killed a large number of Pokémon!"

Yang Yan's guess was correct. When he came nearby, what he saw was a scene of large bodies of corpses.

The Thunder Beast, which is infinitely close to the strength of a quasi-champion, cannot be matched by ordinary Pokémon. Basically, a large amount of electricity will be killed or injured.

If the Pokémon that had been eroded by the destructive energy had not been mentally ill, they would have fled for their lives long ago, and they would not have continued to rush forward desperately to die.

But for humans, what the Thunder Beast did was considered a good thing.

But Yang Yan didn't see anyone coming out to help the Thunder Beast fight, so he probably saw that something was not right with the Thunder Beast.

……

In a corner that Yang Yan didn't know.

A wretched man with narrow eyes touched his chin, showing his big yellow teeth, and said: "Where did such a powerful thunder beast come from? It doesn't fight the Pokémon over there, but slaughters its own Pokémon here. What do you mean? This is really interesting!"

"Boss, why do you care so much? We are not the kind of Pokémon we can afford to offend. Let's think about how to save our lives first. I see there seem to be a lot of people nearby..."

When the wretched man heard this, he couldn't help but shrink his neck and cursed in a low voice: "Keep your voice down, do you want to die?!"

"Who is the loudest voice..."

The wretched man glared at him again, and the short-haired man who just spoke immediately did not dare to move.

The wretched man continued to glance around, and after finding that there was no movement, he breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to continue observing the Thunder Beast, hoping to see if there was any opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

"Oh, I should have known better than to go into this muddy water. Damn it, all the guys I met were difficult to deal with..."

The wretched man kept complaining, but it seemed that he had no intention of retreating, otherwise he shouldn't stay where he is now.

Before he finished speaking, something suddenly slipped from the corner of his eye, and then, a pillar of blood shot up into the sky. The wretched man was showered on his face, his eyes widened in shock, and he subconsciously prepared to turn around and run away. At the same time, the right hand touches the waist.

But before he could take action, a cold light suddenly hit its neck, causing its body to tremble involuntarily.

It's really, really scary...

"Okay, Ma Xuanla, calm down your momentum, don't scare people to death!"

At the critical moment, a voice came from the right side. The wretched man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was much lighter. He forced a smile and chattered his teeth: "Sir... Sir, we have something to discuss, don't... don't Kill me, I am willing... willing to... serve you!"

After Yang Yan saw Ma Xunla skillfully removing a handful of elf balls, he turned his attention to the beheaded body.

It's not that you shouldn't kill people, it's just that if there's blood all over the floor, Pokémon with sharp noses will be attracted to it. You must know that there are a large number of Pokémon not far ahead.

But in the next second, the blood on the ground suddenly rose into the air, flying towards the thunder beast...

Yang Yan raised his brows, he didn't expect the effect of the potion to last for so long.

If it had been the previous Kentaro, he would have exploded four or five times already. It is worthy of being the peak thunder and lightning beast of the Heavenly King.

The wretched man also saw the process of blood flying over, but other than his teeth chattering more and more, there was no special sign.

Because he had just seen something strange about the thunder beast.

"When did you come here?" Yang Yan suddenly asked.

The wretched man said flatteringly: "Sir, I came with a group of Pokémon yesterday afternoon."

"Are there many people traveling with you?" Yang Yan asked again.

"It's not a lot, just twenty or thirty," the wretched man thought for a while, "but if someone is hiding and not showing up, I wouldn't know."

"How is your strength? Are there any masters who are quasi-champion or above!"

"Quasi champion?!" The wretched man shook his head repeatedly, "No...no, where did such a master come from? However, there are quite a few who are kings. I know about 10 of them, and the rest are all quasi-kings!"

"More than 10 Heavenly King-level..." Yang Yan pondered for a moment, "Including those from other directions, at least more than a hundred trainers came here yesterday. The Heavenly King-level accounted for more than 1/3, which is really amazing!"

After several months of fighting in Carlos, there are still over a hundred king-level masters among non-league trainers, and his background cannot be underestimated.

"Did anyone from the alliance or the military arrive with you yesterday?" Yang Yan asked another question...