"Machoke—"
Heh. Could they make peace?
Alpha Machop knelt on the ground, the lingering confusion still visible on its face.
The ferocity in its eyes had long since vanished, leaving them as clear as those of students at Celadon University in the Kanto Region.
Its towering body, over three meters tall and comparable to the Land Creator from a certain Pokédex, was tightly bound in thorny vines, forming something like a turtle shell around it.
The thorns pressed into its bulging muscles, leaving slight indentations in its gray skin.
The thorns were not actually sharp, nor could they pierce its well-trained muscles.
Yet in exchange, they inflicted an indescribable tingling, aching sensation on Machoke.
It made it extremely uncomfortable, to the point that it no longer dared struggle too much.
—Though it probably would not have dared anyway.
The bumps on its head had come from telling Swampert to roll aside and stop blocking the way.
That scene, tsk tsk—
Without exaggeration, if Swampert had not held back, Alpha Machop would have gone to meet its great-grandmother.
With that punch, even Hoenn Rayquaza would have jumped from the pain and performed a Dragon Dance, let alone it.
If Calyrex had not had the foresight to set up a "psychic soundproof barrier," the entire Pearl Settlement would probably have been drawn over.
Luo Mu still had no idea that Serperior had quietly pulled a few tricks to lightly punish Alpha Machop for trying to attack him.
Looking at Alpha Machop, whose face was practically screaming "I've learned my lesson," Luo Mu sighed.
"If you'd behaved when you came out, would you have ended up suffering like this?"
That was what he said, but Luo Mu knew it was nothing more than hindsight.
Without getting beaten up first, Alpha Machop would never