Boys Need to Learn to Protect Themselves Too

"Clean this up."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Xia Yan spoke.

Over on the other side, with Oranguru, Snorlax, and Bewear able to set up Trick Room, their combat power far surpassed that of Arbok and Toxicroak.

It did not take long for them to claim victory.

There were five Sub-Elite Four Pokémon and one fairly strong Gym Leader-level Pokémon. All of them were highly valuable.

But Xia Yan did not dare sell them.

The risk was too high and not worth the return.

Still, they were not entirely worthless.

They were all Poison-type Pokémon.

Their poison sacs could be harvested.

The poison sacs of Sub-Elite Four Pokémon were quite valuable and were rare finds even on the Black Market.

After all, not everyone could be like him, casually discarding several Sub-Elite Four Pokémon.

Back when Beedrill had still been a Weedle, Xia Yan had used a method similar to Gu cultivation, feeding poison sacs to the Weedle to strengthen its toxins.

After Weedle evolved into Beedrill, its Poison-type capabilities had gone untouched for quite some time. It mostly relied on Bug-type moves as its primary offense.

Not long ago, Xia Yan had been considering how to improve Beedrill's Poison-type abilities.

Now, someone had delivered the answer right to his doorstep.

Though this method was rather cruel.

These Pokémon had all wanted to kill him before, so Xia Yan had no thoughts of mercy or reluctance.

If they had been innocent Pokémon, Xia Yan would not have used such methods.

But when they wanted his life, restraining himself with so-called mercy was no longer kindness. It was foolishness.

If you wanted to kill someone, you had to be prepared to be killed.

Of course, harvesting poison sacs was not something he could do now. He did not have