Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

After killing a few blind guys, none of the remaining opponents dared to attack Yang Ming anymore.

Yang Ming did not kill these people. He only stopped when he beat their Pokémon until they lost their ability to fight.

"I've figured it out. These bloodthirsty spectators don't care whether the fights are exciting or not. They just like to watch the bloody slaughter between the contestants. They're a bunch of psychopaths. I just killed a few people and they have a lot of 'fans'. I don't know what I'll become after I win the championship."

However, there are only a few contestants like Watanabe who dare to kill. Most people just kill the opponent's Pokémon, or break the opponent's trainer's limbs and throw him off the stage. Such bloody methods are more popular with the audience than directly killing the trainer. Yang Ming also saw some wealthy audiences privately rewarding such contestants.

"I want to see a lot of blood and flesh flying everywhere. You should work harder. I have plenty of money." "Hehe, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"Okay, after a series of competitions, the last two challengers have been decided today. They will compete in the final and the winner will challenge the previous champion!" the host shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Now we would like to invite two contestants to come on stage. They are the contestant Da Mo who was not favored at the beginning and the contestant Dong Tian Rat King who showed his brilliance in his first competition!"

Yang Ming looked at his opponent and secretly kept on guard. This man named Da Mo won the remaining matches with only a very slight advantage, except for the first one where he killed someone. He was obviously a scheming character.

"I give up!" Damo suddenly said.

"What?!" Not only Yang Ming, but even the audience in the stands were confused and booed for a while.

"You're wasting my feelings, give me your money back!" "Da Mo, you're a loser, I spent half a million betting on you to win!" "Rat King, blow up this bitch's sack!"

Ignoring the boos from the audience, the man named Damo smiled bitterly and said, "I know I am no match for the Rat King. If I continue to fight, I will only bring shame upon myself. I'd better admit defeat and save my dignity."

As he said this, he bowed deeply in the direction of Yang Ming.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The moment Damo bowed, there was a sound of a spring starting, and countless silver lights poured out from behind Damo and shot towards Yang Ming.

The host and the audience were caught off guard by this scene.

A sinister smile flashed across Damo's face. As long as the opponent was killed, his act of surrendering would be judged as a "trick", and then the arena would declare him the winner.

However, Damo's smile froze before it lasted long - he found that the opponent was not in front of him at all, and all the hidden weapons he shot out missed.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded from his ear: "I knew you were going to play tricks. In this case, say goodbye to your head."

Damo subconsciously wanted to run, but it was too late - Yang Ming grabbed Damo's head, exerted force with his five fingers, and instantly pulled his head and spine out of his body.

Damo's headless body fell to the ground, and his blood dyed the land red. It all happened too fast and too suddenly. Until his death, Damo's face still had that expression of fear and despair.

"The winner is——Cave Rat King!"

As the host announced the results of the competition, the audience cheered loudly.

"Rat King!" "Rat King, I want to give birth to your children!" "I want to buy Dalmore's spine and keep it at home." "Then I want Dalmore's head, which can be made into a wine glass."

The morbid words in the audience had made Yang Ming numb. He just waited quietly for the staff to clean up the court and waited for the last battle.

"Okay, now that the final winner has been decided, we will proceed to the final belt tournament. Please welcome the winner of the last tournament - the peerless centipede king from the Unova region!"

A muscular naked man appeared on the field with a gold belt around his waist, proving he was the defending champion.

As soon as he came on stage, the man named Peerless Centipede King began his speech.

"Yo, the perfect warrior is back. Look at my strong arms, perfect thighs, and strong waist and tiger back. Look at my strong muscles. How sexy and tempting! Without these perfect muscles, how can I become the champion here? How can an imperfect me rule the arena?"

"I have finished speaking, so cheer for me!"

"The Centipede King is the best!" "The Centipede King!" "The Centipede King!" "The Centipede King!" "The Centipede King!"

Listening to the thunderous cheers from the stage, a satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Peerless Centipede King. Compared to money, he enjoyed the cheers of the audience and the feeling of being under the spotlight more.

"Then, let the game begin!"

"Boy, if you give up early, you can still save your life," the peerless centipede king laughed strangely, while taking out his Pokémon, "Come out, Centipede King!"

This is a giant centipede that is nearly three meters long. There are circular patterns on its purple-red shell. There are two pairs of spikes on its head and tail, and venom seems to be oozing out of them. In addition to the four long legs on its long torso, there are countless tiny "tentacles" growing on its body, which looks extremely disgusting.

"The Centipede King? That's interesting," Yang Ming thought to himself, "I can use it to warm up Lada."

"Rada, get rid of it!"

Despite the huge size difference, Rada showed no fear and bared his teeth at the Centipede King in an intimidating posture.

"It's just a small fry, Centipede King, use Sword Dance!"

The Centipede King waved the two large horns on its head and began to use a sword dance that could greatly increase its attack power. However, halfway through the dance, its movements were interrupted by Rada.

It was Rada's fatal front fang. This centipede king was obviously a veteran. When he sensed the danger from Rada, he gave up the sword dance at the first moment and chose to avoid Rada's attack instead.

"Damn it! Centipede King uses Hold!"

The centipede king's body quickly rolled into a ball. At the same time, the guarding force also formed a light curtain to block Lada's fatal front teeth.

"See how long you can hide, Lada uses the Flame Car!"

Flames rolled up from Rada's body, and she turned herself into a wheel of fire, crashing into the Centipede King.

At this moment, Yang Ming discovered that the centipede king, which had rolled into a ball, was much more agile than before and was rolling at high speed on the ground full of gravel.

"So that's it. Is it the combination of acceleration characteristics and sword dance? No wonder this muscular man can become the champion of the arena. It's quite interesting." A hint of excitement flashed in Yang Ming's eyes.