"Bullied" Yan Yang

"Now," Yan Yang said leisurely, dusting off his hands even though there was no dust on them. His gaze swept over the dumbfounded group. "Can we have a proper talk?"

The group was still completely immersed in the immense shock of "a human beating down a Pokémon barehanded."

No wonder this kid had dared to charge into such a dangerous place alone... turns out he was a monster wearing human skin!

If you could tear apart Pokémon with your bare hands, why were you even a Trainer?

Yan Yang thought, Piece of cake. Basic stuff.

Ordinarily, a trained human could indeed trade a few moves with certain evolved Pokémon, but actually defeating one—especially head-on—was rather difficult.

Only freaks blessed with extraordinary talent and inhuman physiques could possibly contend with, or even suppress, powerful Pokémon above level 50.

And he clearly belonged in that "inhuman" category—and he still had room to grow!

Oh dear, my rank is a little high. Surely I won't get matched into some punishment game meant to put me in my place, right?

The Iron Treads beneath his foot had only evolved recently. Its realm was unstable and its aura unsteady; its true combat strength was probably nothing special. To someone who could elbow a level 50 Pokémon into submission, it really was not much of a challenge.

Yan Yang seemed to sense something approaching, and a wicked idea formed in his mind.

"Let's discuss something," Yan Yang said in a negotiating tone, pointing at the captive Alice. "Put her down, over in that corner by the wall. Then I'll willingly go with you and let you do whatever you want with me. How about it? That's a good deal, isn't it?"

The people opposite him: ???

You... we couldn't possibly handle a great Buddha like you!