"Why do kids like you have so many Pokémon partners while we have nothing? If we also had Pokémon partners, how could we have ended up at this point? But since we've obtained this kind of powerful power, we'll never regret it. I still hope you'll obediently hand over all your Pokémon to us before you die. At least we'll never make them feel any pain before we use their power!"
The Weavile with a fierce expression on its face said this.
Even though no battle had started yet, it looked like Roy's fate was already sealed in their eyes.
Roy squinted his eyes. He really didn't know what kind of beings had come here with such confidence to say these words. They still looked at the several Pokémon that appeared before them and spoke so confidently. Did they really think they could break through the defenses of these powerful Pokémon with their own abilities?
Although Roy could sense they were able to speak human words and had even doubted whether they were actually human, the source of their Pokémon abilities remained very strange. But this was also the secret of these villains.
The other one, who seemed a little more cautious, acted like it was protecting itself. Before Roy could ask anything, it spoke out about what kind of organization they belonged to.
"Let a child like you understand—even if you die, it's your only great honor in this world to die at the hands of our Black Moon organization."
"How ridiculous. We haven't even fought yet. Can the two of you really be sure you can defeat me? And don't you have any doubts about that Guzzlord you so easily obtained? Do you really think trash like you could break through its defense? You didn't even consider how such a powerful Pokémon became so weak. I'm really worried about your intelligence."
Not only was Roy unafraid when he saw them, he even mocked them openly.
"I originally wanted to be as gentle as possible to a child like you, but now it seems there's no need for that. When I was a human being, I might have had a little sympathy for other humans. But now I find that some people really don't know what's good for them. Show them gentleness and they don't appreciate it—even becoming arrogant!"
That blue, glowing orb was the core of Guzzlord. When the other Weavile took away the core, Guzzlord, already at its weakest, completely lost its last bit of life. Not even a final breath remained.
Whether they were Pokémon with the Steel-type attribute or other Pokémon with flesh and blood, they all had a core full of vitality—essentially a heart. If such a heart remained in their bodies, when they suffered extreme trauma, they would enter a near-death state and be forced to preserve a sliver of life.
But if their vitality-filled core was taken away, then they would lose this mechanism of preserving that last bit of life and would completely enter the stage of death.
Although it was regrettable, this had become the result.
"Zeraora, Ninetales, Lucario—handle this, but leave them alive as much as possible. After all, this is the first time villains have come to my doorstep, and they must have some secrets worth discovering."
Although dealing with these two ordinary Pokémon—or humans using Pokémon power—with just one or two Pokémon would be more than enough, the secrets they might possess made Roy feel he needed to be careful. Only this way could he be completely sure.
Zeraora and Ninetales, who received the order, as well as Lucario who had just gone through a battle, all demonstrated their specialties one after another.
The weather, which had seemed so bright and sunny just moments ago, suddenly became filled with falling snow. Every snowflake falling on their bodies seemed to put them into slow motion.
When those two unusual Weavile discovered this phenomenon, it was already too late. They were already caught in such a battle and couldn't escape this situation.
"Hehe, you actually dare to resist? Then I'll let you people who don't know good from evil see how powerful our Black Moon organization is. Even if we're only the most peripheral members, dealing with a child like you is still no problem!"
Those two unusual Weavile still displayed such an arrogant attitude.
Roy did not express his commands aloud for those enemies to hear. Instead, through the power of aura and spiritual communication, he conveyed instructions to his Pokémon. Roy was uncertain what approach to use when fighting the two Pokémon before him—should he treat them as official trainers, as ordinary wild Pokémon, or directly treat this as an all-out battle?
"Ninetales, use Blizzard to restrain the movement of these two Pokémon as much as possible. Find opportunities to hinder them."
"Lucario, use your own fighting style to defeat them. Try not to hurt their bodies too severely, but disabling their limbs is acceptable. As for Zeraora, adapt to the situation. I always feel something isn't quite right here."
The three Pokémon, commanded by their master, all began to act accordingly.
In Blizzard's environment, if the enemies couldn't escape from such an unusual glacial situation, this would indeed have a major impact on their actions.
"Second Brother, go and take out that Ninetales! Otherwise, its control over this environment will be too troublesome for our battle."
The less violent Weavile rushed toward the snow-white Ninetales immediately after receiving such an order.
In just a few seconds, that Weavile, called Second Brother, used Double Team while rushing toward Ninetales. Each clone moved with incredible speed. None of the illusory copies could be clearly distinguished from the real body by Ninetales, and each one possessed a very powerful ability to confuse.
Whether on the ground using Quick Attack or the clones that had jumped into the air, purple energy spheres had gathered in their hands.