Chapter 690: Concerned about Kanto
"Let's go, please go quickly." The father and son, Fujiki and Fujiwara, who were in tears, stuffed the badge into Sakaki's hands and spoke to him solemnly.
I wanted to grab a piece of cloth and wave goodbye to him.
"Not really." Sakaki smiled, but in the eyes of this father and son, he was so hateful and evil.
Fujiki, this little brat, spoke the truth, "Don't come to our Wudou Town again next time. You are not welcome here."
"Good boy." Sakaki stepped forward and held his head, then said, "Don't you want to become a fighting master?"
"I have a younger brother who is also very good at fighting. He is a little genius. If you don't work hard, he will become a fighting master first, and you won't be able to surpass him by then."
Fujiki had witnessed Sakaki's fighting ability, so he naturally didn't think Sakaki was bragging.
Hearing Sakaki say this, I felt a greater sense of crisis.
Becoming a fighting master is urgent.
Another point is that although Sakaki is strong, Fujiki is also very confident, and he is not afraid of someone blocking him.
So Fujiki yelled at Sakaki, "What's your brother's name? I'll go to Kanto to meet him and compete with him to see who's the genius!"
Sakaki turned around and said with a smile: "His name is Shiba, you will hear his name later."
"I'll remember him, Shiba, right?" Fujiki muttered a few words, then he came to life, raised his fist and shouted at Sakaki:
"You can also tell him my name, Fujiki, and ask him to be careful of me."
"Okay." Sakaki laughed and waved his hand back.
Fujiwara held his son's head and waited until Sakaki walked away before he grimaced and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He said to Fujiki, "Son, if you want to travel on your own, you have to work a thousand times harder."
"I will." Fujiki nodded seriously and pointed to the sea: "The sea will hone my willpower and make me a true fighting master."
"I will be heading to Kanto by then!"
Fujiwara laughed heartily, and it seemed as if the pain in his body was gone. "Good boy, keep going, daddy is rooting for you."
"Dad has to work hard too, and strive to become a fighting master before you."
Fujiki refused to be outdone, "I am the one, I will work harder!"
Sakaki could hear clearly the passionate shouts of the father and son in the background, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.
These two guys are truly straightforward, unlike Qianli and his son, who still have some brains.
However, is this a disguised way of introducing talents to Kanto?
As expected, he still cares about the Kanto region.
Sakaki walked forward with big strides. Was his journey to Fighting Town going to end in this confused way?
Of course not, there is still a small episode to be resolved.
Sakaki's eyes were slightly cold. He knew very well who was around.
There are always people who are tired of living and want to die, aren't there?
I walked for about a while.
Sakaki deliberately walked to a deserted place, then stretched himself and said, "Come out, everyone. What are you hiding here for?"
As Sakaki's voice fell.
Suddenly, three or four young men and a middle-aged man appeared from all directions and surrounded Sakaki.
The leader was of course the one who had a conflict with Sakaki at the Butou Town Gym.
As for the name, it is Songjiang.
Matsue looked at Sakaki and asked him uncertainly, "Have you discovered us a long time ago?"
Sakaki smiled coldly, "What else? With your rubbish tracking, do you really think you can hide it from me?"
Songjiang was also confused and asked Sakaki again, "Why don't you run away? Are you really not afraid of death?
"Since I can stand here, I must be confident. Are you crazy?" Sakaki scolded him unceremoniously, "You have completely disgraced us Kanto people."
Matsue was stunned by Sakaki's scolding. Who is he and why is he so arrogant?
He yelled at Sakaki, "Asshole, you arrogant guy! Don't you know how to write the word death?"
He just quickly realized something, "Are you from Kanto too?"
Sakaki replied in a Kanto accent: "What else?"
Songjiang glanced at the others, and then maliciousness appeared on his face again, "No matter if you are from Kanto or not, you are dead today!"
Sakaki sneered, "What a coincidence, I thought so too."
Songjiang was completely confused. This guy really didn't know how to write fear.
He was so angry that he flew into a rage, "I'm so pissed off, kill him!"
"He's a gym-level guy, we can't let him get away."
Several people around nodded, "Okay." "It's Master Songjiang!"
popping.
Powerful elves appeared at the spot, and some of them were quasi-king level.
Sakaki glanced at the middle-aged man and then glanced at him.
This Songjiang is indeed a rich kid, and he has a quasi-king-level follower.
But? So what?
Sakaki didn't even need to choose a Pokémon, because the hungry and thirsty Cat Boss had already come out on his own.
That bloodthirsty look made the surrounding elves roar uneasily and made several humans feel their scalps tingling.
It felt like I was not facing a cat boss, but rather a sea of corpses and blood.
"Move at high speed and catch." Sakaki's instructions were as light as if he was talking about the weather.
The cat boss turned into a white and gold afterimage, and his sharp claws drew three cold rays in the air.
The unfortunate duck-billed fire beast in Songjiang didn't even have time to roar before a blood mist exploded on its chest. Its huge body fell down with a loud bang, plowing a five-meter-long gully on the beach.
&34;Shadow Ball, burst.&34;
Purple energy balls poured down like a swarm of meteors, accurately hitting every Pokémon that tried to fight back.
The middle-aged trainer's quasi-king-level Gyarados had just condensed a water cannon when it was pierced through the jaw by a Shadow Ball. A hint of sweetness suddenly mixed into the salty sea breeze.
The coral debris on the beach was dyed a mottled crimson color, reflecting a strange halo in the moonlight.
Songjiang stumbled back, his shoes sinking into the wet sand. "Impossible."
The middle-aged man who was Songjiang's guard spewed out black smoke with a sulfur smell as soon as his quasi-king-level Houndoom was landed.
The cat boss's golden pupils shrank into vertical lines, the muscles of his hind limbs suddenly contracted, and the energy condensed into a dark red blade at the tip of his claws - a sneak attack on the vital point!
Before Houndoom could assume a fighting stance, three blood lines suddenly appeared at his throat.
The cat boss stepped on its head to gain leverage and leaped up. Houndoom, who was used as a stepping stone, fell to the ground with a bang. The deep wound on its neck where the bone could be seen sprayed out a fine blood mist, drawing a strange fan shape on the sand.
"Big Wolfhound, Thunder Fang!" The other young trainers gave orders with trembling voices.
Three gym-level wolfhounds pounced at him from different angles, but the big cat twisted his waist in mid-air in a manner that violated the laws of physics, and his steel-whip-like tail swept across with evil energy - a malicious pursuit!
The crisp sound of bones breaking exploded one after another, and the spine of the wolfhound that was hit first showed a strange right-angle bend.
The other two were knocked away by their companion's corpse and fell to the ground like garbage.