Pokémon: Thunder Shatters the Darkness

The purple Poké Ball spun and jumped in the air, slamming into the steel surface of Sidorane's forehead.

click!

It opened with a slight sound, and its front end slowly cracked open.

A bright white light, different from that of an ordinary Poké Ball, appeared and fell directly on Sidoran.

The latter stayed where it was as if it had not reacted, until its entire body was assimilated by the light, and finally shrank towards the location of the purple Poké Ball.

【Lord of Lava! 】

The sound of exploding sparks came from not far away.

With a sound of collision, the Red Lotus Chief stood firm on his legs, and hot flames condensed in his drooping arm cannon.

Its expression was so angry that it was hard to describe in words.

The legendary Pokémon that has been protected by the tribe for generations and has survived in the sacred mountain for four hundred years is about to be collected into a tiny sphere right under its nose.

How could it stay calm?

Yang Xiao frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed his brows.

There was something wrong with this scene.

The capture rate of the Master Ball is among the highest in the Pokémon game, and the same is true in reality.

Otherwise, when he was in the underground research institute, the man would not have wanted to use the Master Ball to make a desperate attempt at the last moment.

And his ending actually illustrates the problems with the Master Ball.

Its capture rate is indeed close to 100%, but this does not mean that its material itself is immune to all attributes and physical damage.

In simple terms, Pokémon can use various means to prevent the Master Ball from approaching, and using special moves is the most common way.

In fact.

In the anime, there was also a dramatic scene where the Master Ball was swallowed by the Catfish King.

It was at that moment that the Silver Companion War Beast used its telekinesis to "entrust" the Master Ball that was thrown at it back into Yang Xiao's hands in a twisted arc.

Needless to say.

Theodore can also do this, and even more easily. Just spit out some lava, and the Master Ball will be declared dead.

Even if it wouldn't burn, it would be impossible to break through the resistance of the magma, but Xiduolan didn't do that.

He inexplicably insisted on passing by this person, and inexplicably chose to stay where he was and not move when he saw the Master Ball.

You said there was nothing fishy about this, but Yang Xiao didn't believe it.

Not to mention, this was when he already had some guesses about Xi Duolan in his mind.

There is definitely an explanation.

After thinking about all this quickly, Yang Xiao fell silent for a moment.

After a while.

He did not habitually choose safety and retreat thousands of miles away because this might be due to the fact that Sidorlan did it "intentionally".

Instead, he glanced at the crazy man who was still covered in stinky mud, then shook his head slightly, approached Master Wudao Bear, and immediately whispered:

"The water streams keep hitting...hitting people."

Martial Arts Master Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly, then suddenly widened.

It could clearly feel the powerful aura of the Muddy Pokémon in front of it, and it also knew clearly that this was not a Pokémon it could contend with.

But it is fearless.

Snapped!

He stepped forward with his right foot, and the rock beside his feet bulged up instantly. Master Xiong gritted his teeth, twisted his hips and punched.

Swish swish!

Three streams of water that were supposed to be gentle rushed out from the fist in an instant, and in the process seemed to turn into sharp knives and went straight to the middle-aged man wrapped in smelly mud.

After absorbing the Diamond Orb, Master Wudao Bear seemed to have undergone some changes.

For some reason, the water flow formed by its attack method became much sharper than before.

Facing the oncoming water jet, narrow white eyes emerged on the pile of bloated purple mud.

Then its figure quickly split outwards, forming a huge stinky mud palm, which rushed towards the water knife.

the other side.

It slowly split again, quickly turning the stinking mud into a mud wall, and also intercepting the "fire-breathing flames" released by the Red Lotus Patriarch.

The middle-aged man slowly extricated himself from the stinky mud and looked down at the Master Ball that bounced back into his hand and continued to shake.

It kept shaking in the middle-aged man's palm, and red light flickered regularly in the center.

The middle-aged man stared at the scene closely, afraid of missing any details.

I heard from the leader that this special Poké Ball called "Master Ball" has a very high capture probability.

The leader temporarily gave it to him when they were about to set off.

...

"At the critical moment, use it to capture the legendary Pokémon. Although it has not been tested, it should not encounter any obstacles when facing Pokémon with some exceptions."

"Yes."

"Don't interrupt me, just listen to me, Zhongzheng, this Master Ball must not be lost, so the timing of throwing the ball must be very precise."

"Either when He is at your mercy, or when He is so far away that you have no choice but to risk everything!"

"If it's the latter, then I want you to abandon the mission immediately at all costs, ride the Flying Dragon to leave the secret realm, and try to bring the Master Ball back to the organization."

"If not, destroy it where it is."

“Zhongzheng…”

The voice paused slightly, and said: "You and this Master Ball are both indispensable treasures in the organization."

"Yes."

At that time, Zhongzheng's legs suddenly came together, and he stood in a military posture, looking forward, standing straight in front of the desk.

The room was very dark, with only a little moonlight shining through the curtains, illuminating someone sitting behind the desk.

After a brief silence, the voice sounded again: "Go.

"Yes."

...

leader.

Don’t worry, because I seem to have succeeded!

The sphere was shaking more and more violently, and finally stopped after a series of short and sharp shakes, followed by an obvious warning sound.

now.

The middle-aged man's expression finally twisted.

He looked at the motionless Master Ball in his palm, his emotions surging to such an extent that even his body began to tremble slightly.

He was ecstatic!

This legendary Pokémon that only existed in the organization's ideals and in the stories that were passed down was now in his hands.

"Hahahahaha!"

His clothes were tattered and his exposed skin was covered with scars, but he was laughing wildly.

He shook his head and laughed wildly like a madman.

not far away.

The young man leaned against the wound wall, his expression half helpless and half calm.

no way.

At this point, he had already tried his best, and the scars on the soles of his feet made it impossible for him to walk.

And there was no way the middle-aged man would let him get away.

Since there is no way to run away, there is only one way to go, which is death.

If you have to die, you might as well do it honorably and gracefully.

Anyway.

I am also the president of the student union among Xiao University students. I will definitely be treated as a martyr and recorded in the school history, right?

As he thought about this, a slight smile appeared on his face.

He completely ignored the Poké Balls on his waist, which were vibrating to get out.

Since you are going to die, I will not let you out.

Maybe you can survive this way.

...

Even if smiling involves wounds that expose muscle fibers.

But the middle-aged man laughed until he was heartily satisfied, then he held the Master Ball tightly and looked around.

His eyes swept across Master Wudao Xiong and Yang Xiao, lingering on them for a moment.

He glanced at the Red Lotus tribe leader again, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

At last.

He set his sights on the young man.

Count your breaths.

The middle-aged man forced himself into a weird smile, and as his skin was pulled, blood dripped down his neck.

His voice seemed to have been traumatized as well, becoming so hoarse that it was impossible to hear clearly without trying hard.

"Sumiya?"

"Hey."

The young man smiled, nodded and said casually: "Dad is here."

Faced with the disrespect in the young man's words, or perhaps because he felt really good about catching Xi Duolan with his own hands, the middle-aged man was not particularly angry.

He even cooperated by chuckling twice.