In mid-air, Guzzlord's limb near its mouth was once again grabbed by Mewtwo.
The captured Guzzlord, with its body wrapped in limbs like a bag, was hurled straight toward the ground like a heavy sack.
Under the combined force of sheer inertia and Mewtwo's monstrous strength, the moment it slammed into the ground, a massive web of cracks spread out from the point of impact—like a spider's web etched into the earth.
And yet Mewtwo seemed far from done.
Its grip on Guzzlord's limb did not loosen.
Instead, just like someone flinging a sandal in annoyance, it continued to swing the massive Ultra Beast around, one smash after another.
Power.
This… this was the purest expression of raw power!
At this moment, Mewtwo had truly transformed into the very embodiment of might.
Moves? Techniques? Those didn't matter.
Type matchups? Completely irrelevant.
All that existed now—was overwhelming strength.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The heavy thuds came in rapid succession.
The entire island quaked with every impact. The ground shuddered beneath everyone's feet.
By the time the tremors finally ceased, Mewtwo had floated gently back to Nathan's side, its mission accomplished.
As for Guzzlord…
It now resembled a deflated, battered rubber ball, lying motionless on the ground like a discarded corpse.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
Only the distant crashing of waves reminded everyone that time hadn't stopped.
Even the live-stream chat room—which had been exploding with nonstop messages—was suddenly quiet.
"WTF!"
No one knew who was the first to shout, but that cry was like a spark to dry tinder.
The silence shattered.
The audience in the arena, the viewers in the stream—
They all erupted.
Across the screen, two bold words scrolled repeatedly:
"Holy crap!"
"Insane!"
"Unbelievable!"
"This is your almighty Guzzlord?"
Nathan's voice was cold and cutting.
The Liberty Union contestant stared in disbelief at Guzzlord, who now lay utterly defeated.
He couldn't accept it.
His Guzzlord… actually lost?
What on earth was Nathan's Mewtwo!?
How could it possibly possess such terrifying strength?
Even Samuel, standing at the Liberty Union Booth, looked on in stunned silence.
His eyes locked on Mewtwo, filled with astonishment.
With that kind of power—
Even if he used a top-tier Fighting-type Pokémon, the outcome would likely be the same.
Too strong.
So strong it made you feel helpless.
So strong that you realized—this Pokémon had no peers.
"So this is the true might of a power-type Pokémon? I'm in love."
"I used to think strength-focused Pokémon were just big dumb brutes… until I saw Nathan's Mewtwo."
"I kneel! Someone tell me where to get a Mewtwo—I want one too!"
…
Evelyn, watching Mewtwo display such terrifying power, suddenly felt that her previous thoughts had been laughable.
If Nathan's Mewtwo could easily suppress a Dynamaxed Gyarados now, what would happen once Gyarados advanced to the champion level?
Could it still fight back?
Probably not.
Mewtwo would still utterly dominate it.
These weren't even Pokémon on the same level anymore.
And that wasn't all.
Nathan had access to an endless supply of training resources, and he even invented his own original moves.
If he could provide so much for a Gyarados, would he offer any less to Mewtwo?
Meanwhile, the Liberty Union contestant, face ashen, recalled his defeated Guzzlord.
He didn't say a word.
But the battle wasn't over yet.
He quickly released his other two Pokémon.
However—
Faced with Mewtwo's might, they offered zero resistance.
Not even two minutes after being sent out—
Both were defeated.
One-sided.
"Samuel, don't you want to come try your luck yourself?"
Having completely dealt with the Liberty Union contestant, Nathan turned his gaze to Samuel and spoke calmly.
Samuel's face darkened.
The last person he wanted to face right now… was Nathan.
He had once believed that, by sending out Guzzlord, even if they couldn't beat all of Nathan's Pokémon, they'd at least defeat one.
But now?
That had all been wishful thinking.
Nathan's Pokémon were simply not something his team could handle.
"Of course I'll try. But tell me—where did you catch that Mewtwo? I'll pay you for the information."
Samuel was wealthy, and he didn't hide it.
"Hmm… one hundred million PokéCoins, and I'll tell you how I got Mewtwo."
Nathan thought for a moment, then answered without hesitation.
Someone wanted to throw money at him?
Why would he say no?
Besides, realistically speaking—obtaining Mewtwo was basically impossible for the average trainer.
Even though there was more than one Mewtwo in the world,
There were definitely no more than ten, maybe even less than five.
"Huh!? Are you serious?"
Samuel was surprised and delighted.
Originally, he'd only asked as a gamble, but never expected Nathan would actually be willing to sell the information.
But back in the capital of Nathan's homeland, a few big-shot officials were furious.
He hadn't even shared this kind of intel with his own country—
And now he was selling it to a foreigner?
"Of course I'm serious. Transfer the money, and I'll tell you right now."
Nathan nodded casually.
He had no intention of hiding this.
In fact, there was no need to.
With his participation in the World Tournament, Mewtwo's data would be public knowledge sooner or later.
"Alright. Just don't go back on your word."
After asking for Nathan's payment details, Samuel completed the transfer.
Nathan, grinning from ear to ear, leaned in and whispered a few words into Samuel's ear.
The moment he finished—
Samuel's face turned black.
Not figuratively, but literally, as if he'd been poisoned.
"Are you kidding me!?"
Samuel exploded with rage.
He had expected to receive the secret location for catching Mewtwo.
But what did Nathan say?
Nathan told him—
Mewtwo was stolen.
Worse yet, the place it came from?
Destroyed.
"I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, then don't. That's your choice."
Nathan shrugged.
He really hadn't lied.
Mewtwo had indeed been rescued from a Chiyou secret lab—
Which was basically the same as snatching it away.
That underground lab? Nathan had blown it up.
By now, it was probably a residential building or a shopping mall.
"Nathan, you…!"
Samuel was shaking with fury.
He seriously wanted to skin Nathan alive.
That was one hundred million PokéCoins!
He didn't even know how long it would take to earn that kind of money again.
And now it had been flushed down the drain—
For a completely useless piece of information.
What happened to the trust between people!?
"Oh, come on, why so mad? I swear—if I lied even once, let lightning strike me five times!"
Nathan's grin only widened.
Deep down, he was laughing even harder.
As expected, true happiness often came from the suffering of others.
Samuel stared at him with a dark expression.
And what was worse—
There was no way to get that money back.
Because technically, Nathan hadn't lied.
This was an honest-to-goodness trap.
And Samuel had walked right into it.
Think about it—
If Mewtwo was really that easy to obtain,
Would Nathan ever tell someone else how to get it?
More likely, someone else would've already caught it.
"Hmph! Nathan, I didn't want to take out this Pokémon, but I'm afraid I'll have to use it today!"
Samuel's face turned cold as he threw out a Poké Ball.
Nathan immediately recognized the type—
A high-grade Poké Ball.
Even in the system's shop, it would cost at least 20 to 30 million.
Whatever was inside…
It wouldn't be ordinary.
As the Poké Ball opened, a muscular, hulking Pokémon emerged.
The moment it appeared, it flexed its biceps proudly, as if its muscles were something to be admired.
"Another Ultra Beast!?"
Nathan was stunned as he stared at the Pokémon in front of him.
This was now the second Ultra Beast that the Liberty Unions had deployed—
Following Guzzlord.
Had Liberty Union somehow found a portal to the Ultra Space world!?
Why did they have so many?
In this world, acquiring Ultra Beasts was extremely difficult.
Not only were they incredibly rare—
They were also notoriously violent and hard to tame.
"Nathan, your Mewtwo may be strong…
But it's no match for my Buzzwole!"
Samuel was practically brimming with confidence.
His Buzzwole was of a very high level.
And being an Ultra Beast gave it overwhelming natural power.
In his eyes, Nathan's Mewtwo had nothing going for it besides brute strength.
It lacked finesse, tactics, and versatility.
His Buzzwole?
Would absolutely shut Mewtwo down.
"Is that so? I don't quite agree with you."
Nathan shook his head with a faint smile.
What a joke.
How could his Mewtwo possibly lose to a Buzzwole?
Even if Buzzwole's level was slightly higher—
Mewtwo was a genetic Pokémon at the pinnacle of its kind.
The surrounding spectators were now visibly excited for what was to come.
Both Pokémon had similar physiques.
One was an Ultra Beast.
The other—an extremely rare Pokémon.
And from appearance alone, they both radiated raw, physical power.
This match…
might just become the most intense battle of the tournament so far.
(End of Chapter)