Chapter 107

Perhaps sensing the trainer's grief and hatred, the summoned Pokémon all bared ferocious expressions, crouching low and growling at Ezio Auditore.

"Wait!"

V, from the *Metal Gear Solid* series, a teammate in the same convoy as the Assassin Master, stepped forward, holding out his hands and saying urgently, "Ezio didn't want to kill your companions. He was originally aiming for the tires of your vehicles..."

Red-eyed, Ash wouldn't listen to V's explanation. With a command, the Pokémon simultaneously unleashed powerful moves.

Thunderbolt, Hyper Beam, Shadow Ball, Razor Leaf.

Attack skills that were unremarkable in the animated series appeared formidable in the real world.

A bucket-thick lightning bolt descended from the sky, a beam that would destroy everything, and hundreds of densely packed leaves swirling like blades...

V's lone eye narrowed as he grabbed Ezio's shoulder and quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding the attacks. At the same time, he drew several throwing knives from his waist, aiming for Ash's hands and feet, trying to force him back.

But what kind of person was Ash?

He was a super rookie who could withstand Thunderbolt attacks, easily lift a 70-kilogram Larvitar, carry a 122-kilogram Mewtwo on his shoulders, and casually toss a log as tall as a person, all at the tender age of ten.

His physical fitness far exceeded the range of normal humans. He didn't even take ordinary Fighting-type Pokémon seriously.

Clang clang clang—

Ash casually flung his hand, knocking away the weak throwing knives.

The sharp tips of the knives even pierced the cement ground, the entire blade buried, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Li Ang, who was watching the show from the sidelines, widened his eyes.

With that kind of physical fitness, he could participate in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament bare-handed and beat grandmasters to death with Wang Ba Quan (a simple, chaotic fist technique), right?

No wonder the Pokémon, who spend all day in small houses, unable to socialize, and have to come out and fight their fellow countrymen every now and then, don't dare to run away!

Li Ang silently complained in his heart, picked up a slice of watermelon he had gotten from the buffet area, and started eating.

Ash continued to command his Pokémon, surrounding the four drivers of the Assassin convoy.

He and Brock had fallen from the upper game world together and had been in the Central City for several years.

Their greatest dream was to return to their hometown, find their families and friends, and realize their ambitions of becoming excellent Pokémon trainers and Pokémon doctors.

But now... everything was gone.

Even if there was another Brock in the upper game world,

He would no longer be the one who had accompanied him through the difficult years.

"Die..."

He roared with bloodshot eyes, "Pikachu, Thunderbolt..."

"Enough!"

A loud shout rang out from above,

The surrounding crowd looked towards the source of the sound.

They saw a blue, fat figure surrounded by lightning, breaking the sound barrier and diving down with a pale sonic boom cloud.

Boom!

The blue figure called "Storm Spirit" crashed heavily to the ground, and the circular arc of electricity that spread out from his feet separated the warring sides.

"I am the referee for the Death Race,"

Storm Spirit swept his pure white eyes over the drivers and said in a deep voice, "Fighting in the quarantine area will disqualify you from continuing the race, and you will also be subject to punishment from the event organizers.

If you have any grudges, settle them all in the Bloody Segment later.

Life and death depend entirely on your strength."

Although this Storm Spirit referee was trying to dissuade them, he kept a faint, crackling arc of electricity wrapped around his hand, ready to educate any contestants who didn't listen to his advice.

Ash's face turned pale, his eyes twitching a few times, but he finally took out his Poké Balls and recalled his Pokémon.

V, on the other side, silently retracted the near-future rifle in his hand, grabbed Ezio's shoulder, and slowly retreated.

"When you kill someone, you have to be prepared to be killed."

Ash said expressionlessly, his tone as cold as ice, "I'll be waiting for you on the Bloody Track."

"..."

Ezio nodded and turned to walk towards the chariot with his companions.

Without the excitement, the surrounding spectators gradually dispersed. Li Ang casually stuffed the leftover watermelon rind into his pocket, followed Ash's back, and called out, "Mr. Ash, please wait!"

Ash turned around with a gloomy face, his eyes locked on Li Ang. "...You're the NPC from *GTA5*?"

"That's right."

Li Ang patted his chest and said enthusiastically, "I heard that you want to avenge your dead companion?"

"..."

Hearing Li Ang mention Brock, Ash's expression became sinister—this expression on Ash's usually cheerful face was really strange. "What do you want?"

"I would like to offer you a suggestion,"

Li Ang smiled slightly, "One that will help..."

———

Li Ang wandered around the repair area, and only returned to the car when the break time was almost over.

At this time, several teammates were discussing the Bloody Segment.

"The Bloody Segment is completely different from the first two segments. In this segment, drivers can freely use their strength to attack other teams' vehicles or drivers."

Luori Rongjin tapped the rulebook with his knuckles and said calmly, "The ultimate goal of the race is to be the first to cross the finish line,

But in the third segment, this is not determined by the speed of the chariot—the uncertainties in the race are too great. The chariots themselves have the ability to use nitrous acceleration, jump, or even spatial warp and flash,

And they can overtake at any time.

In addition, the remaining contestants are all game characters with extraordinary powers. Not only are they skilled in combat,

They may also have additional abilities in the Central City environment that they didn't have in the game.

For example, the summoner who almost wiped out the second echelon of teams—Crazy Dave."

These two factors cause the rankings in the Bloody Segment to be unstable.

Even if the finish line is right in front of you, there is a risk of being overtaken by other teams using special abilities.

Luori Rongjin paused, his expression somewhat gloomy, "If everyone is determined to get first place,

Then the intentions of the teams at the very front of the first echelon are easy to guess..."

"Kill."

Huanghun Qishi calmly uttered a word, "Two or more teams join forces, using the advantage they gained in the first two segments to block the exit of the repair area,

And destroy every car that comes out,

Completely destroying those teams behind them that have fast chariots or strong special abilities, and are capable of threatening their ranking.

Reducing risk factors,

And then continue racing, or turn on each other."

If the contestants are judged with the greatest malice, then this kind of massacre is very likely to happen.

If players were given the choice, they would probably do the same.

Vehicles enter the repair area one by one,

Similarly, they also leave the repair area one by one—which means that if the top teams form an alliance, they can completely rely on the numerical advantage to successively kill the subsequent teams leaving the repair area alone.