"Clean up."
Looking at the corpse on the ground, Natsuhiko said.
On the other side, Oranguru, Snorlax, and Bewear had a much higher combat power than Arbok and Toxicroak while able to initiate "Illusion Space."
Before long, victory was achieved.
A total of five Elite Candidate Level Pokémon and one decent Gym Leader Level Pokémon, all of significant value.
But Natsuhiko dared not sell them.
The risk was high, disproportionate to the profit.
However, they weren't entirely without value.
They were all Poison-type Pokémon.
The Poison Sacs could be collected.
The Poison Sacs of Elite Candidate Level Pokémon were quite valuable, things you couldn't easily find on the black market.
After all, not everyone could just discard a few Elite Candidate Level Pokémon like he did.
In the past, when Beedrill was still a Weedle, Natsuhiko used a similar "Raising Gu" method, letting Weedle consume the Poison Sac to enhance its toxin.
Later, after Weedle evolved into Beedrill, the Poison abilities hadn't been touched for a long time, mainly relying on Insect-type Techniques for output.
Recently, Natsuhiko pondered on ways to enhance Beedrill's Poison abilities.
Now, someone has delivered the opportunity.
Though this method was rather cruel.
But these Pokémon had intended to kill him; Natsuhiko had no thoughts of mercy or reluctance.
If they were innocent Pokémon, Natsuhiko wouldn't use such methods.
But if they were after his life, then using "mercy" to bind him wouldn't be called mercy, but folly.
If you intend to kill, be prepared to be killed.
Of course, collecting Poison Sacs wasn't something for now, and he didn't have the capability. If conditions permitted, the professional task should be left to professionals.
He put away the six Pokeballs and locked them.
Watching the Pokémon clean the battlefield, Natsuhiko hesitated slightly and then took out his phone to dial a number.
Not long after.
"Hello—"
A dry, hoarse, deep voice came through the phone.
Natsuhiko wasted no words and said directly, "Teacher, someone wants to kill me."
Indeed, Natsuhiko directly called Agatha.
As for his greatest support now, it was undoubtedly Agatha.
Though this eerie teacher with her mercurial temper and vindictive nature, Natsuhiko was somewhat intimidated.
But ever since Natsuhiko became Agatha's disciple, her actions were beyond reproach.
Absolutely counted as a competent teacher.
Even though she couldn't provide much assistance in training Pokémon.
What Natsuhiko was doing now was what many considered disreputable....
Reporting to a guardian!
Upon hearing Natsuhiko's words, Agatha was momentarily silent on the other end.
After a long while, she slowly uttered a few words.
"Hoshino Ryuzi?"
Agatha was aware of the situation.
After the incident on Severe Mountain, she had once warned Natsuhiko to be vigilant.
So with Natsuhiko mentioning it, Agatha could easily deduce who it was.
"Tell me about this time's incident."
Agatha's voice was calm, very composed.
Then Natsuhiko briefly recounted the interception in the sky, followed by the ambush attack and his subsequent counterattack.
He didn't elaborate much on how he counterattacked.
But after hearing it, Agatha laughed.
"Ha ha—Not bad, you've taken out someone with five Elite Candidate Level Pokémon, seems I underestimated your progression pace. Not bad, quite impressive."
Agatha was an obsessive person, stubborn in character.
She held a grudge against Professor Oak for decades because Oak chose to become a Researcher and gave up being a Trainer.
She felt betrayed.
This grudge lasted for decades.
Now Natsuhiko's progress reminded her of when she worked alongside Professor Oak, striving to survive.
From her twice saying "Not bad," it was apparent how highly she praised Natsuhiko.
Agatha was rarely complimentary.
Natsuhiko pursed his lips; despite hearing Agatha's praise, he felt no joy.
He merely said helplessly, "Teacher, don't praise me. Hoshino Ryuzi has already set his sights on me, this time it's an Elite Candidate Level enemy, next time it might be an Elite Trainer Level, I can't bear it as a student... "
He had thought about it.
If Agatha couldn't help, he'd have to temporarily hide his identity, become a Seat Hunter for the Hunter Guild, and linger in the dark side of the Pokémon Realm for a while.
Or wait for Hoshino Ryuzi to die of old age.
Or wait until he felt powerful enough to come out and eliminate him.
After this incident, it's inevitable one of them will die.
If he hides, then all his previous efforts in establishing a dojo, publishing papers, and participating in competitions will be in vain.
"You think Elite Trainer Level Trainers are cabbages, all fools, can an old guy direct them as he pleases? I want to direct a few myself."
Agatha replied with a snide remark.
Natsuhiko pursed his lips.
The words sounded reasonable, but he dared not gamble.
What if?
He'd suffer the consequences.
"You're holding the title of Dojo Leader. All you need to protect against is when you go out alone. Don't you have a Hunter identity? Use that identity when going out; even if the old guy's connections are vast, this matter is known only to you and me. Could he possibly deduce it?"