Pokémon: Join Team Rocket at the Beginning

In the lounge, Yang Ming received the rules and agreement of the underground arena from a staff member.

"Really? It is allowed to attack trainers, kill the opponent's Pokémon in battle, use weapons, and any injuries or deaths in the arena are voluntary, and the arena is not responsible..." Looking at the so-called "rules", a smile flashed in Yang Ming's eyes.

All contestants will sign an agreement before the game. In the game, any injuries must be borne by the contestants themselves, whether they are trainers or Pokémon.

The reason why Yang Ming chose to come to the underground arena is because his Rata's personality has been a bit unstable recently, and he often shows strong aggression towards other people's Pokémon. If he fights with ordinary trainers, it will inevitably cause harm to the opponent's Pokémon.

In comparison, the rules of this underground arena are more suitable for him. Anyway, the rules allow it, and he doesn't care if he kills or injures a few "bitches".

In addition, the challenge arena has a good income. As long as you win one game, the contestant can get a bonus of twice the appearance fee. If you win another game, it will double again. If you can win to the end and defeat the previous champion, the bonus will reach an unimaginable number.

Before the game started, Yang Ming looked at the contestants in the lounge and found that most of the contestants here were brave and fierce. Some of them were preparing something sneakily. They looked like they were not good people.

"Boy, your mask of pretending to be a ghost is really annoying. I will take off your mask and stuff it into your shithole in a moment, hehehehehe!"

A muscular man with a scar on his face provoked Yang Ming, and he didn't forget to raise his middle finger to him after he was done.

There was laughter in the lounge. Obviously, these people didn't like this new face wearing a mask.

Yang Ming turned a deaf ear to the ridicule of these people and treated them as a group of mad dogs.

"Dear friends, welcome to watch the fight in the Black Street Arena today. I am your host Gan Gou!" In the arena, a man dressed as a host shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Today's match is absolutely wonderful, and there is an important belt match as the finale! We are fortunate to have invited several strong challengers, who will have a fierce duel here! Of course, there is also our defending champion. Can he keep his throne? Let's wait and see!"

"Now, the game begins!"

"Good!" "Kill!" "What a sweet smell of blood!" "Hehe, I want to see a river of blood!"

The contestants on the field fought fiercely, and the audience in the stands also excitedly cheered. Yang Ming listened to the noisy shouting and felt irritated.

Many of these audiences are celebrities in Manjin City and even the Johto area. Although many of them are wearing masks, as a nominal executive of the Wuli Group, Yang Ming still recognized their voices at once.

"Hey, maybe in their eyes, life is just a game of entertainment." Yang Ming sneered in his heart and placed a bet for himself. This arena not only has audience gambling, but also allows contestants to place bets.

Finally, the first fight ended, and the disadvantaged contestant used poison needles to sneak attack the opponent's trainer, causing the opponent's death.

"The winner is, Da Mo!" The host actually raised the hand of the contestant who poisoned him and declared him the winner.

"Da Mo!" "Da Mo!" "Da Mo!" "Da Mo, you are the best!" "Da Mo, awesome!"

Not only the host, but even the audience began to cheer for the contestant named Da Mo.

"It seems that even if Pokémon wins the competition here, it's useless. If people die, they will have nothing." Yang Ming was secretly alert.

After several more battles, it was finally Yang Ming's turn to appear.

"Okay, let's invite our last group of players to the stage. They are the familiar faces of the arena - Watanabe, and the first time to participate - Cave Rat King!"

"Cave Rat King" is the nickname Yang Ming gave himself, because he heard this name in a novel he read in his previous life, and filled it in on a whim.

The man named Watanabe is obviously a frequent visitor to the arena. The audience cheered as soon as he came on stage.

"Watanabe, blow up his spring bag!" "I just don't like this masked man, Watanabe, blow him up and smash his ass for me!" "Hehe, I want to see a river of blood!"

"Did you hear that? Even the audience asked me to blow up your spring bag," Watanabe laughed unscrupulously, "Boy, you are unlucky to meet me."

"So you should just accept your fate. Go, Beedrill!"This is a Beedrill with scars, it seems to have experienced a lot of battles in the arena, and there are tiny needles tied to its double needles, which seem to be poisoned.

"A trick that is not worthy of being in a high-class place," Yang Ming sneered in his heart, "Ratta, play with it."

"Hehe, Beedrill uses double needles!"

The Beedrill raised its double needles and stabbed fiercely, but its target was not Ratta - from the beginning, its target was the trainer.

"Haha, it's coming, Watanabe's famous skill - feint to the east and attack in the west!"

"That masked boy is dead!"

However, the cheers of the audience soon solidified, and the double needles of the Beedrill broke before they touched Yang Ming's body - it was Ratta, it bit off the double needles of the Beedrill at an extremely fast speed.

Watanabe looked at Yang Ming's Ratta in disbelief, and his body retreated unconsciously. He had killed many people and Pokémon in the arena, but the Ratta in front of him still frightened him.

"Beedrill, use Missile Needle!" In a hurry, Watanabe could only let Beedrill use its strongest killer.

However, before Beedrill could make a move, its head had already rolled to the ground - how could Rada allow something that endangered its "big brother" to survive, and it directly bit off its head.

"Damn it!" Watanabe knew that the only way for him to win now was to kill the opponent's trainer. He quickly shot out the poison needle hidden in his sleeves, trying to kill Yang Ming.

However, the two poison needles were directly taken by Yang Ming with his bare hands.

Watanabe was so scared that his soul was about to die that he collapsed on the ground. From beginning to end, he didn't even see Yang Ming's movements clearly.

"Why, aren't you going to blow up my spring bag?" Yang Ming smiled, and his laughter was like the whisper of the god of death in Watanabe's ears, making him incontinent.

"Forget it, since you are such a waste, let me blow up your spring bag." Yang Ming flicked his finger and shot out the poison needle in his hand. There was a heart-wrenching scream, and Watanabe's lower body was shot by the poison needle and began to fester.

"Spare my life..."

Watanabe's body twitched wildly, his eyeballs bulged, and he soon died. Obviously, he had poisoned the poison needle, and he finally suffered the consequences.

After a short silence, the host finally announced Yang Ming's victory.

"I declare that the winner is the Cave Heaven Rat King!"

At the host's announcement, thunderous cheers broke out in the stands.

"The Cave Heaven Rat King is awesome!" "The Cave Heaven Rat King is the best!" "Rat King!" "Rat King!" "Rat King!" "Rat King!"

"These bitches are really hopeless." Looking at the crowd cheering for him, Yang Ming complained in his heart.