Perhaps sensing their trainer's grief, fury, and hatred, the summoned Pokémon all adopted ferocious and nacing expressions, crouching and growling at Ezio Auditore.
"Wait!"
Snake, a teammate of the master assassin from the sa team and from the "Alloy Gear" ga series, stood out and spread his hands, urgently saying, "Ezio didn't an to kill your companion. He was originally aiming for your vehicle's tires..."
Ash, his eyes bloodshot with rage, completely ignored the other's explanation. At his command, the Pokémon unleashed powerful moves simultaneously.
Thunderbolt, Destruction Death Rays, Shadow Ball, Flying Leaf Blade.
In ani, these attack skills were unremarkable, but in the real world, their power was imnse.
Bucket-thick lightning bolts descended from the sky, destructive beams obliterated everything in their path, and hundreds of razor-sharp leaves spun through the air in a dense torrent...
Snake's one eye narrowed. He swiftly grabbed Ezio's shoulder and pulled him back, narrowly avoiding the attacks. Simultaneously, he drew several Flying Knives from his waist and flung them at Ash's limbs, attempting to force the opponent to retreat.
But who was Ash?
He was the "super rookie" who could withstand a Thunderbolt head-on, effortlessly lift a 70-kilogram Larvitar, carry the 122-kilogram wtwo on his shoulders, and casually toss a log as tall as a man—all at the tender age of ten.
His physical constitution far surpassed that of normal humans; he thought little of even ordinary Fighting-type Pokémon.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG—
Ash casually flicked his hand, swatting aside the feeble Flying Knives.
The sharp tips of the Flying Knives even pierced the concrete ground, burying the blades entirely and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Li Ang, watching the commotion with wide eyes, thought:
With physical abilities like that, couldn't he win the Huashan swordsmanship contest barehanded, or use Turtle Fist to puml grandmasters to death? No wonder the Pokémon, cooped up in those little houses, unable to socialize, and forced to fight their own kind every few days, wouldn't dare to run away!
Li Ang grumbled silently to himself, picking up a slice of waterlon he had filched from the buffet area and starting to eat.
Ash continued to command his Pokémon, which had the four drivers of the assassin team surrounded.
He and Brock had fallen from the upper ga world and had been in Central City for several years.
His greatest dream was to return to his holand, find his family and friends, and fulfill his aspirations of becoming an outstanding Pokémon trainer and Pokémon doctor.
And now... it was all gone.
Even if there was another Brock in the upper ga world,
It wouldn't be the sa one who had accompanied him through so many hardships.
"Die..."
He bellowed, his eyes bloodshot, "Pikachu, Thunderb—"
"Enough!"
A thunderous voice roared from above.
The onlookers turned toward the source of the sound.
They saw a portly blue figure, wreathed in lightning, break the sound barrier and dive down, trailing a pale sonic boom cloud.
BOOM!
The blue figure, known as Storm Spirit, landed heavily. Circular arcs of electricity spread out from his feet, separating the battling groups.
"I am the referee for the Death Racers competition," Storm Spirit said, his pure white eyes scanning both groups of drivers. "Fighting in the quarantine zone will disqualify you from the race and subject you to punishnt from the event organizers.
Save any grudges for the Bloody Racetrack.
Whether you live or die there will be decided by strength alone."
Although Storm Spirit, the referee, spoke in a conciliatory tone, faint, crackling arcs of electricity still wrapped around his hands, ready to discipline any disobedient contestants at a mont's notice.
Ash's face alternated between pale and flush, the muscles by his eyes twitching. Finally, he took out a PokéBall and recalled his Pokémon.
On the other side, Snake also silently lowered his futuristic rifle, took Ezio's shoulder, and slowly backed away.
"When you kill, you must be prepared to be killed," Ash said, his expression flat and his tone like ice. "I'll be waiting for you on the Bloody Racetrack."
"..."
Ezio nodded, then turned and walked towards their vehicle with his companions.
With the commotion over, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. Li Ang stuffed the leftover waterlon rind into his pocket, hurried after Ash, and called out, "Ash, please wait!"
Ash turned, his expression grim, his gaze locking onto Li Ang. "...Are you that NPC from GTA5?"
"Indeed, it is I."
Li Ang patted his chest and said enthusiastically, "I hear you want to avenge your fallen comrade, Ash?"
"..."
Hearing Li Ang ntion Brock, Ash's expression turned grim—a startling contrast to his usual cheerful deanor. "What do you want?"
"I'd like to offer you a piece of advice," Li Ang said with a slight smile. "One that will help..."
Li Ang wandered around the service area for a while, returning to his vehicle only when the rest period was nearly over.
His teammates were already discussing the Bloody Racetrack segnt.
"The Bloody Racetrack is completely different from the first two segnts," Sunset Gold Slter tapped the rulebook with his knuckles and said calmly. "In this segnt, drivers can use their full strength to attack other teams' vehicles or drivers. The ultimate goal of the race is to be the first to cross the finish line.
However, in this third segnt, victory isn't solely determined by vehicle speed, as the uncertainties during the race are too significant. Vehicles themselves possess abilities like nitro boosts, jumping, and even spatial leaps or Flashes, allowing them to overtake at any mont.
Moreover, the remaining contestants are all ga characters with extraordinary powers. They aren't just physically formidable; they might also possess additional abilities within Central City's environnt that they didn't have in their original gas.
Take Crazy Dave, for instance—the summoner-type driver who nearly wiped out the second-echelon teams."
"These two factors make the rankings in the Bloody Racetrack highly unstable. Even if the finish line is just ahead, there's always a risk of being suddenly overtaken by a team from behind using special abilities."
Sunset Gold Slter paused, his expression turning grim. "If everyone is determined to clinch first place, then the intentions of the leading teams from the first echelon beco quite predictable..."
Dusk Knight stated calmly, "Kill. Two or more teams could band together, leveraging their advantage from the first two segnts to block the exit of the service area.
They could pick off each vehicle as it erges, systematically destroying any trailing teams with faster vehicles or potent special abilities that could threaten their positions.
This would reduce risk factors. Then, they could either resu racing for speed or turn on each other."
Assuming the worst of the contestants' intentions, such a massacre is highly probable.
Given the choice, many players would likely do the sa.
Vehicles enter the service area one by one.
Similarly, they leave one by one. This ans if the leading teams form an alliance, they can use their nurical superiority in combat to systematically eliminate the subsequent teams that leave the service area alone.
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