At this moment, Nathan only had one Pokémon by his side—Pangoro.
In other words, Nathan was about to face the assault of five Elite-level Pokémon alone!
Although the area they were in was designated for street battles, it didn't mean the entire street could withstand the intensity of a Pokémon fight.
With Nathan's other Pokémon drawn away, the battlefield had expanded to encompass the entire street.
The area where Volcarona was fighting was already engulfed in flames, with nearby buildings ablaze.
Meanwhile, the area around Zeraora was scorched pitch black by intense electrical energy, obliterating everything in its vicinity.
The only relatively intact section of the street was where Nathan currently stood.
"Nathan, let's see what other Pokémon you have left to protect you now!"
The Chiyou member who had first challenged Nathan sneered.
Nathan's expression no longer held any anger. What remained was only calm—because he had decided to eliminate these members of this Dark Organization.
"Mewtwo, come out."
Nathan calmly pulled out his final Poké Ball.
Mewtwo's imposing figure appeared in front of everyone, hovering silently by Nathan's side.
"Mewtwo, see those people? They're the ones who almost killed you," Nathan said, pointing at the surrounding enemies.
Mewtwo scanned the members of the Dark Organization with a deadly glare.
The pain it once endured was all thanks to these very people!
"Damn it! Someone go and distract Mewtwo!"
The scruffy man cursed in frustration.
But the other members just looked at each other hesitantly.
They were all core members of the organization, and they knew full well who Mewtwo was.
Even though Mewtwo hadn't been a threat back when it was still being experimented on, they were fully aware of the tremendous effort the organization had put into capturing it.
Asking them to hold off Mewtwo now was no different than sending lambs to the slaughter.
How could they possibly compare to Mewtwo's power?
The scruffy man cursed under his breath as he watched his hesitant subordinates. But the plan had to go on—time was running out.
Not only were the police about to arrive, but Nathan's Pokémon were unbelievably strong.
Even without Nathan's direct commands, they were still fighting at full strength.
And worst of all, the Pokémon holding back Volcarona was already injured and could fall at any moment.
"I'll deal with Mewtwo! You guys take care of Nathan!"
With no other choice, the scruffy man stepped up himself.
His Pokémon was a level 57 Zoroark.
"Mewtwo, your hatred is now my hatred. Let's fight together once again!"
Nathan declared and immediately activated Synchronization.
Entering the synchronized state, Nathan took control of Mewtwo's body.
As he once again felt the overwhelming power of Mewtwo's physique, Nathan couldn't help but smile.
Dragging away all his other Pokémon only gave him this opportunity.
He raised a single finger and pointed at a nearby building. Under his control, Mewtwo's psychic power effortlessly tore off a large chunk of the structure.
With a flick of the wrist, the massive chunk—several meters wide—was hurled toward Zoroark.
Accelerated by psychic energy, the slab flew at incredible speed.
Sensing danger, the scruffy man immediately ordered his Zoroark to use Protect.
But Nathan wasn't about to stop at that.
With a burst of Psystrike, Mewtwo disrupted Zoroark's concentration. Just as the Protect was activated, Zoroark felt an intense headache.
Protect barely blocked the initial impact before vanishing entirely.
The massive slab crashed down on Zoroark.
Nathan, still in sync with Mewtwo, quickly moved to the crushed Zoroark.
With one powerful Focus Blast, the wall shattered into pieces, and the Zoroark underneath took a direct hit.
Its body was torn with wounds, some areas even stripped of skin.
Though it wasn't killed, Zoroark was now completely incapacitated.
Having dealt with Zoroark, Nathan turned to the other attackers.
Several Dark Organization members had closed in, hoping to kill Nathan directly.
But with Pangoro still protecting him, none of the enemy Pokémon could touch Nathan.
With both hands raised, Nathan simultaneously launched Focus Blasts.
Boom—two Focus Blasts shot out.
He didn't stop there—Nathan fired again, and again—five or six Focus Blasts in rapid succession.
The enemy Pokémon, blocked by Pangoro and dodging the barrage, were forced to retreat momentarily.
Nathan then quickly returned to his position, still controlling Mewtwo.
The scruffy man couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.
His Elite-tier Zoroark had been defeated in just a few moves by Mewtwo.
Now Mewtwo was back at Nathan's side—this plan was a failure.
They had only one shot, and they blew it.
"Retreat!"
After a moment's hesitation, the scruffy man shouted the order.
The members of the Dark Organization turned to flee—but Nathan wouldn't let them go that easily.
"Run? Not a chance," he said coldly.
Nathan raised one hand—and in perfect sync, so did Mewtwo.
With Mewtwo's hand raised, everything around them fell silent.
The floating Rage Powder, the crackling electricity on Zeraora, even the flying debris—all froze in midair.
This was Mewtwo's most powerful move—Time Freeze!
As the Time Freeze activated, Nathan felt his mental energy draining rapidly.
In just a few seconds, his head was already throbbing.
"So this is Mewtwo's strongest power?" Nathan muttered to himself.
Before using this move, Nathan could stay synchronized with Mewtwo for over ten minutes.
But now, he could barely last one.
Still, no matter how much it hurt, Nathan was determined to endure—at least until the military arrived.
One silver lining: the Time Freeze only covered the current street.
Had the battlefield been any larger, Nathan wasn't sure he could have held on.
Across the entire street, everything was frozen.
Only Mewtwo—a uniquely gifted Pokémon—could wield such a power.
One second, two seconds… Ninety seconds passed.
Nathan's head was pounding, but he kept going.
He couldn't let the Dark Organization escape.
Technically, with the overwhelming power of Mewtwo and the others, he could have wiped out the enemies.
But the moves required would have caused catastrophic destruction to the city.
As much as he hated the Dark Organization, he didn't want the people of Grace City to suffer because of him.
Six minutes ticked by. Nathan's eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed with the strain of maintaining the Time Freeze.
At last—just when he thought he couldn't take any more—a unit of soldiers appeared at the edge of the street.
The moment he saw them, Nathan ended the Time Freeze.
Time resumed its normal flow.
The members of the Dark Organization were still reacting to the retreat command.
Nathan, however, collapsed from the strain of synchronization and the immense mental toll of using Time Freeze.
Sensing Nathan's unconsciousness, Volcarona and the rest of his Pokémon immediately abandoned their fights and rushed to guard him.
The soldiers were stunned when they saw the state of the street.
Even in a world where most people had Pokémon, and many were quite strong—none of them had ever witnessed someone control time.
It had only lasted a moment, but that moment would remain burned into their memories forever.
This was more than just a battle—it was a freeze-frame of war.
Flames, lightning, water spheres, and rocks—various attacks suspended midair or mid-impact.
All frozen.
Once time resumed, the military swiftly joined the battle.
The Dark Organization members had already been worn down by fighting Nathan's team.
Now, with the military's arrival, there was no escape.
The organization's members were captured, and their Pokémon seized.
If these Pokémon could be re-trained, they might have a future.
If not, they would be euthanized.
That was what Nathan hated most about Dark Organizations—very few of the Pokémon under their control ever met a good end.
With the enemies apprehended, the soldiers began cleanup operations.
But their biggest headache was the cluster of Pokémon guarding the unconscious Nathan in the center of the street.
Because Nathan had been surrounded earlier, his Pokémon were still on full alert—even though he was now unconscious.
None of the medics could get close.
(End of Chapter)