thefictionvixens Chapter 635 Alright, you can start hitting now.
Chapter 635 Alright, you can start hitting now.
Chapter 635 Alright, you can start hitting now.
"Pikachu!!!"
Inside the cellar, the air seemed to have frozen into ice.
The fawning voice of the man with the middle parting, who was trying to "offer" energy cubes, became the final fuse that ignited Natsume's anger.
"You're using the energy cube as a smoke bomb, aren't you?"
Natsume's voice was icy cold.
He took a step forward, reached out and precisely grabbed the chubby, soft cheek of the man with the middle parting, who was trying to shrink back, and twisted it hard!
"Pigaah—" The middle-parted man wore a pained mask.
"I'm completely dead, aren't I?"
Natsume's other hand wasn't idle either; he flicked the forehead of the man with the center-parted hair and sunglasses with his finger, giving him a crisp flick.
"Snapped!"
With a loud snap of the fingers, the other hand, which was gripping the other person's face, tightened its grip.
"Pikachu—!"
The boy with the middle parting cried out even more pitifully, his two short little legs kicking wildly in the air.
Natsume clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest.
He grabbed the man with the middle parting by the cheek, lifted him up, and shook him back and forth like a disobedient rag doll: "Street vagrant? Suffering endless bullying?"
"Snapped!"
"Pikachu!" Wait a minute!
Natsume simply slapped his butt, and the man with the middle parting raised his hand in response.
"Um?"
Under Natsume's questioning gaze, the other person took off their custom-made suit and carefully placed it aside.
"Pikachu." Okay, you can hit me now.
Oh?
Natsume raised an eyebrow slightly, making the transition without any hindrance.
"To shield me from both open and hidden attacks?"
"Snapped!"
"Pikachu!"
"Single-handedly, charging in and out seven times?"
"Snapped!"
"Pikachu, Pikachu!"
"I blocked the attack and turned into light?!"
"Snapped!"
"Pikachu—!!!"
As the last sentence fell, the man with the middle parting got a plump butt.
The air seemed to freeze, completely silent, and the breathing of every Pokémon could be heard clearly.
With each question Natsume posed, a light but firm "punishment" followed. Although it wouldn't actually hurt the middle-parted hair, the sound and the gesture were enough to make onlookers' hearts pound.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the man with the middle parting showed no dignity whatsoever as a "gangster boss," and was disciplined by Natsume as if he were a naughty child, with Natsume calling out "Pika Pika" in his mouth.
"Pikachu...."
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The man with the middle parting rubbed his buttocks, lying on the round table, and remained motionless for the time being.
It clearly knew Natsume's temperament well; as long as he admitted his mistake "sincerely" and stood at attention while being beaten, he would never resist.
Generally speaking, it's not a big deal.
Seeing this starkly contrasting scene, Zhu Lan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.
She finally understood: Natsume's Pikachu couldn't perform on stage.
But it becomes utterly cowardly in front of its trainer.
The core members of the "Godfathers" group around the round table reacted in different ways.
Zapdos instinctively shrank its neck, turned its head to one side, and pretended to study the spider web on the ceiling. The flames around its body dimmed, giving it a guilty look as if it hadn't seen anything.
Hoopa was even more direct, its small body darting behind Tyranitar's massive body in a flash.
It only poked its head out halfway, its big golden eyes filled with "none of my business," and secretly gave Natsume a fawning, silly smile.
Bangila tried to straighten its mountain-like body, attempting to project an air of "majesty," but its enormous eyes drooped uncontrollably, and the tip of its thick tail unconsciously brushed the ground.
The three of them knew perfectly well: the man with the middle parting was the principal offender, and they were the accomplices.
They are also involved.
I just hope that after Natsume finishes disciplining the people with the middle parting, he will "go easy" on them.
The group of Dark-type Pokémon minions around him were completely thrown into a state of chaos as their worldview collapsed.
They looked at their "boss," who was being held in Natsume's hand, powerless to resist, and only able to beg for mercy with "Pika Pika."
Then I looked at the "funeral portrait" that was displayed on the wall.
Now take a look at the living, breathing, and powerful Natsume.
Their brains completely shut down, and they were all dumbfounded. The fervor and worship they had just felt vanished without a trace, leaving only confusion and existential doubt.
But soon, as if they had thought of something, their eyes turned fervent as they looked at Natsume, and they showed even greater respect for the middle-parted hair after he had been beaten.
What's going on?
Natsume also noticed the changes in the Dark-type Pokémon.
He muttered to himself, feeling that something was amiss.
Shouldn't my actions diminish the prestige of the man with the middle parting?
Why does it seem like she's being worshipped even more?
At this moment, the person experiencing the most complex and shocking feelings was none other than Dakdo, who was tied to the chair.
His eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly, almost wide enough to fit a Poké Ball.
At first, seeing Natsume appear filled him with ecstatic joy and relief at being saved from a desperate situation.
But as Natsume begins to "teach a lesson" to Pikachu, the creature that tormented him so much and whom he saw as the embodiment of a demon.
And when Pikachu became as docile as a house cat in Natsume's hands, Darko's feelings changed from relief to astonishment.
That Pikachu, whose strength was unfathomable and whose attacks from several of my legendary Pokémon were all nullified, could very well be some kid's Pokémon!
Then, his gaze involuntarily swept over the three powerful Pokémon beside the round table:
That magnificent Zapdos, its body ablaze with golden-red flames... this must be no ordinary Zapdos.
That Hoopa, radiating mysterious spatial fluctuations and possessing a peculiar aura, is clearly a legendary mythical Pokémon.
The last one was enormous and menacing, clearly a specially bred Tyranitar...
They're all in cahoots with this Pikachu.
Doesn't this mean that the seemingly ordinary black-haired youth in front of us is not only the trainer of that terrifying Pikachu?
He's also the trainer of that special Zapdos, that mythical Pokémon Hoopa, and that powerful Tyranitar?!
These four ridiculously powerful Pokémon... all belong to the same person?!
This realization struck Dakdo like a heavy hammer.
His source of pride, and even arrogance, has always been the collection and training of several legendary Pokémon.
He believed that with these abilities, he would one day be able to defeat Zhu Lan.
But now, he suddenly realized that the legendary power he cherished and had been pursuing so desperately seemed... so ordinary in front of this young man?
The other party not only possesses multiple legendary/mythical Pokémon, but also manages to make them so "compliant".
More importantly, something he couldn't understand was how a weak Pikachu could be raised to the point that several legendary Pokémon were convinced of its power.
This enormous gap in strength, and the shock of having his understanding completely overturned, filled Dakdo with indescribable complex emotions.
There was shock, disbelief, and a hint of resentment, but more than anything, there was a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration.