Pokémon: Starting with a Pokémon Ranch.

Chapter 179 One-Punch Turtle

The Pokémon sent out by the professional trainers were Decidueye, Vikadounon, and Sedum.

These Pokémon's types are basically super effective against Squirtle, and it seems they've memorized the type matchup charts very well.

However, this wasn't a big problem for Squirtle. After switching its ability to Slow Start, Squirtle used the move Psychic to accelerate itself, avoiding the slow movement speed disadvantage of using the Slow Start ability.

Upon reaching one of the Pokémon, Squirtle conjured the light of Ice Punch in its hand and delivered a powerful punch to the Venusaur in front of it.

"boom--!"

A friendly punch landed squarely on Lan Tanghua's face, sending her tumbling and flying. When she finally landed, Lan Tanghua's eyes were swollen with bulges.

—Just one punch!

A single punch rendered a professional-grade Sceptile incapacitated, leaving all the trainers present speechless. What kind of monster could possess such power?

In particular, this is still an early stage Squirtle, and has not yet undergone any evolution.

"Furthermore, its trainer taught it Ice Punch, a move that effectively expands Squirtle's offensive capabilities, allowing it to retaliate even when facing type disadvantages..."

"It's clear that this is a very cautious and experienced trainer..."

Seeing this, the trainer of the Oranda muttered to himself. He gave Squirtle a careful look, recalled the Oranda with a Poké Ball, and then said to his companion beside him:

"Stop holding back, let all the Pokémon out!"

"With these few Pokémon we have, it looks like we can't beat this Squirtle. If we keep slacking off, the base is going to fall!"

Upon hearing this, the other professional trainers nodded and released all the Pokémon they had.

However, that punch was merely a warm-up for Squirtle. At this moment, its Slow Start ability hadn't even reached one-tenth of its potential.

Squirtle stretched its right arm and looked around at the other Pokémon with great interest, its eyes brimming with fighting spirit.

……

"boom--!"

"rumble……"

Since Squirtle started battling with many professional trainers, explosions have been heard constantly in the research institute.

Every now and then, a Pokémon would be blasted away by Squirtle, flying a long way.

However, it seems that these Pokémon are even weaker than Team Rocket, as they were unable to get up after falling to the ground.

If it were Musashi or Kojiro, they'd probably still be alive and kicking right now, wouldn't they?

Not long after the battle began, the trainers had completely run out of Pokémon. They stared blankly at Squirtle, unsure of what to say.

Zaobo had already run behind a pile of experimental equipment and was now trembling with fear.

When Squirtle turned to look at him, Zaobo's body trembled violently. Squirtle pointed in the direction of Gladion, then pointed to itself.

"Jenny, Jelly!"

—That kid is under my protection, you understand?

"Understood, understood!" Zaobo nodded vigorously.

Upon hearing this, Squirtle nodded. Then, it turned and left.

Seeing this, Zaobo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Great, he had finally gotten rid of this living devil.

He was about to get up when Squirtle ran back, startling Zaobo.

Squirtle scratched its head sheepishly and asked Zaobo:

"Jenny, Jenny?" Do you know how to get out of here? I'm lost.

"Huh?" Zaobo didn't understand what Squirtle meant. It wasn't until a trainer sprayed medicine on his Pokémon that he understood what Squirtle meant through the Pokémon.

"Quickly, give it the base map directly, and take mine!" Zaobo ordered the trainers.

Upon hearing this, the trainers immediately complied.

After receiving the map, Squirtle turned and left again.

This time, Zaobo waited a long time. Only after confirming that Squirtle had really left did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Wow... What a terrifying Pokémon! It's only in its initial form, yet it already possesses at least Gym Leader-level strength. If it evolves, won't it be even more incredible?"

What incredible luck did Gladion have to run into such a powerful Pokémon as a backer?

No, I have to send someone to investigate and find out where Gladio has been lately.

"Hey Chris, take your Pokémon and try to find Gladion's current location by following the direction it left in the surveillance footage."

"You don't need to follow too closely, just knowing the general location is enough."

Zaobo casually picked a professional-level trainer and said this.

……

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Meanwhile, on the other side...

The research base map provided by Zaobo was the highest-level version he possessed, showing the entire layout of the research institute.

Fortunately, after arriving at the ranch, Squirtle tried to learn to read some words; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to understand the map.

As Squirtle followed the map, it suddenly discovered a very special location on the map—the Pokémon live experimentation area.

"Jenny, Jenny..."

Is it a place where Pokémon are imprisoned and subjected to live experiments?

Upon seeing these words, Squirtle's expression turned serious. This meant that countless Pokémon were imprisoned here, and at this moment, they might be enduring the pain of live experiments.

After thinking it over, Squirtle finally decided to take a detour to take a look.

Upon arriving in this area, it indeed saw many Pokémon imprisoned in cages, including Yamper, Sedum, and Oranguru, and these Pokémon all looked very weak, seemingly due to long-term experiments.

When Squirtle arrived, several researchers were drawing blood from each Pokémon one by one with syringes. While drawing blood, they were saying:

"The energy levels of this batch of Pokémon seem to be declining. It looks like we'll have to notify the boss to get a new batch of Pokémon again."

"Indeed... But anyway, these Pokémon are just consumables, and we don't know where the boss gets his supplies from, but we've never lacked live experimental materials. That's amazing!"

"Sigh... For the sake of science, we have no choice but to let these Pokémon sacrifice their lives."

While the researchers were drawing blood, the Pokémon along the way shrank into the corner of the cage with fearful expressions, but they still could not escape the fate of having their blood drawn.

For them, the world at this moment was entirely gray. After all, no matter what they did, they could not escape the fate of becoming living experimental subjects.

Their future has been completely locked in this cold, merciless iron cage.

(End of this chapter)