In truth, the most important reason Ye Qing chose not to kill was the smell of blood. Pokémon were very sensitive to smells, and once fresh blood was exposed to the air, it would be as conspicuous as fireworks in the night sky.
"Sand Bite."
Garchomp was just about to move when he felt his ankle being grabbed.
Gengar withdrew his hand and emerged from the shadows, indicating that he wanted to handle it this time.
Sneaking around, ambushing people, and assassinations-who better for the job than me, old Gengar!
Ye Qing did not refuse. It did not matter who did it, as long as the enemies were dealt with.
Gengar grinned, his mind racing as he watched the three people ahead.
A moment later, he slowly sank into the ground and stealthily made his way over underground.
After silently dealing with his opponents using Hypnosis, Gengar stood there with his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.
Elsewhere, Blaziken felt that something was increasingly wrong the closer he got to Ye Qing's location.
Why were there more and more enemies, with guards searching the mountains everywhere?
"Cha!"
Social Chicken was not human, and he would not dwell on all those things.
Any enemy who encountered him suffered torn tendons or broken bones at the very least. If they upset him, losing their lives was a common occurrence too.
Morikawa Minako rode on Zebstrika's back, watching Blaziken charge into battle for her ahead, an indescribable feeling of gratitude welling up inside her.
"Clop, clop, clop, clop~"
Loud hoofbeats rang out in the distance. Ye Qing looked up and saw a Zebstrika galloping toward him, and ahead of Zebstrika, a ball of blazing fire was hurtling toward him as well.
"Ah-cha!"
Sensing his old rival's presence, Infernape erupted in flames and