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Looking at Mr. K's despairing eyes, David wasn't surprised.
The opponent's strength was, at best, that of a Gym Trainer—and facing a peak Elite-level Dragapult, it was perfectly normal to feel overwhelmed.
Moreover, regardless of which organization he belonged to, Mr. K had revealed far too many secrets during their previous conversation. His inability to eliminate David to silence him meant that even if he somehow managed to escape (though that was practically impossible), he would still face execution upon returning to his organization.
The moment Dragapult appeared, the battle had already ended.
Earlier, when dealing with those poachers, David had refrained from deploying Dragapult for two reasons: first, he wanted to give his other Pokémon proper training experience, and second, Pyroar served as an adequate heavy hitter for that situation.
Dragapult had remained invisible throughout, acting as David's personal guardian.
Otherwise, how could that bullet have so coincidentally deflected just before it pierced David's body?
There weren't that many coincidences in the world—it was simply Dragapult subtly altering the bullet's trajectory while maintaining its invisibility.
At this moment, Mr. K looked like he was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
He kept his head down, muttering to himself.
"How could it be a peak Elite-level Pokémon?" Mr. K found it incredibly difficult to accept, even now. "How is this even possible?"
One had to understand—this was a peak Elite-level Pokémon! And not just any Elite-level Pokémon, but a peak Elite Dragon-type pseudo-legendary. The four Pokémon he currently had with him stood no chance.
Even if he deployed his full strength and brought out all his main Pokémon, he probably wouldn't be a match for this Elite-level Dragon-type pseudo-legendary.
People shouldn't let David's frequent encounters with Champion-level Pokémon mislead them—in reality, Elite-level Pokémon were already quite rare and powerful under normal circumstances.
Pokémon above Elite-level possessed the power to destroy entire towns, though Elite was the lowest tier among them.
An Elite-level Pokémon, if not obstructed by an opponent of equal strength, could obliterate a town of tens of thousands in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Every Elite-level Trainer could serve as a high-ranking official, or even the supreme leader, in any regional Alliance.
Even during the ancient Eastern Splendor Empire era, Trainers above Elite-level could be ennobled as marquises, becoming true regional magnates.
But now, such a Pokémon was assigned as a bodyguard to a young man who was clearly a novice Trainer.
What did this imply? As a Gym Trainer, how could he not understand the meaning behind this?
"Why am I so unlucky? It's bad enough to be out on a mission, but to run into a second-generation Trainer by pure chance?"
At this moment, Mr. K was practically in tears! Realizing that he had no chance of escape, a desire for death had already formed in his heart.
"I have one last question for you," David said, his curiosity getting the better of him. "What exactly is your organization? And if you're planning to launch terrorist attacks in the Cloudspire Alliance, why deliberately use these poachers as scapegoats?"
Normally, when terrorists launched attacks, besides seeking retaliation and creating deterrence, their goals usually involved promoting their ideology or simply gaining notoriety.
That was why, in international settings, many organizations claimed responsibility for malicious incidents, regardless of where they occurred or whether they were actually involved.
Sometimes, multiple organizations would even claim responsibility for a single incident.
Whether the claims were true or false, only those directly involved truly knew. The reason for claiming responsibility was simply to leverage the public attention these malicious incidents generated to expand their influence.
That was why David found their organization's approach so puzzling. If they had decided to carry out a terrorist attack, why be so secretive about it?
Wouldn't such an approach be time-consuming, laborious, and carry enormous risks?
If their goal was simply to launch a terrorist attack while avoiding retaliation from the Cloudspire Alliance, wouldn't it be better to target weaker Alliances instead?
Why go through the trouble of finding a poaching organization to use as scapegoats? What if they accidentally revealed some clues in the process?
If the Alliance traced those clues back to the mastermind, wouldn't that be a thankless task, ultimately leading to brutal retaliation from the Cloudspire Alliance?
In short, their behavior seemed utterly incomprehensible to David, no matter how he looked at it.
However, it was clear that David, at this moment, was trying to understand the thoughts of a group of terrorists using a normal person's logic—which was inherently flawed.
After a brief moment, Mr. K, who had kept his head down ever since Dragapult appeared, suddenly lifted his head and removed his mask.
When David saw his true face, he was greatly shocked. No wonder the man wore a mask, wrapping himself up completely.
What kind of face was it? Black and red blood vessels bulged grotesquely across his cheeks, writhing like maggots beneath the skin. His mouth stretched into an arc impossible for a normal person, filled with beast-like fangs.
Facing despair, after a brief moment of thought, a crazed smile appeared on his distorted face.
His eyes, filled with scarlet bloodshot veins, stared intently at David as he began to walk toward him with quickening steps.
"Hey! Stop right there! I'm warning you—don't come any closer, or I won't hold back!"
"Dragapult, use Dragon Breath!"
Seeing that the man ignored his warning and kept advancing, David didn't hesitate and immediately ordered Dragapult to attack.
The distance between them wasn't far to begin with, and with his increasingly rapid pace, it had now closed to barely a dozen meters.
Just before the Dragon Breath was about to strike him, Mr. K shouted loudly.
"You wanted to know what our organization is, didn't you? Now I'll tell you—we are followers of the great Doomsday God!"
"This world will inevitably face destruction."
"No one is exempt—you will die, your family will die! The End Church will not spare anyone who disrupts our plans. I will be waiting for you at the end of hell!"
With that declaration, Mr. K's entire body began to writhe violently, as if something was about to burst out from within him.
"Not good!"
David immediately understood what was happening. Dragapult instantly moved to shield them.
The moment the glowing green protective barrier was erected, upon contact with the Dragon Breath, the man's already distorted body began to convulse even more violently. Even the four Pokémon that Dragapult had knocked unconscious underwent the exact same horrifying transformation.
In an instant, a violent explosion swept through the surroundings. Its powerful force nearly flattened half of the cave, sending countless rocks and debris flying through the air. Rolling clouds of dust obscured everything, darkening the sky...