Named Heaven, it was actually Hell.
As Jiang Mo looked towards the center, his gaze was instantly fixed on the scene on the arena: a Machoke and an Infernape were facing off, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
“Kuri!”
The Machoke made the first move, letting out a loud roar and charging at the Infernape with a Karate Chop.
The Infernape dared not take the hit directly, agilely leaping to the left and easily dodging the fierce attack.
Immediately after, the Infernape quickly counterattacked, using Fury Swipes against the Machoke.
The Machoke was too slow to dodge, and its chest was cut open, with blood seeping out.
“Here, Pokémon battles have no rules, only life and death. The only purpose is to please these upper-class people,” Zhen Yu said coldly, pointing to the audience around them, who were wearing various masks.
After being injured, the Machoke’s eyes burned with even greater fury. It stomped its legs on the ground, and its entire body sprang high into the air like a coiled spring. Then, it spun in mid-air, unleashing a High Jump Kick with immense force, smashing towards the Infernape’s head.
Seeing the High Jump Kick coming with such ferocity, the Infernape did not dodge. Instead, it crossed its arms to block the attack head-on.
With a muffled thud, the Machoke’s knee heavily struck the Infernape’s arm. Although the Infernape blocked the fatal blow, a crisp sound of bones breaking came from its arms, and a look of pain flashed across its face.
However, before the Machoke could land, the Infernape, enduring the severe pain, let out a furious roar and lunged at the Machoke.
It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth and bit down hard on the Machoke’s shoulder. Blood instantly gushed from the wound, and the Machoke screamed in pain, struggling desperately and punching the Infernape’s back fiercely.
“If the upper two floors were built specifically to exploit the interests of the lower class, then this underground area is specifically for the upper echelons of the Alliance to find entertainment,” Zhen Yu’s voice remained cold, as if stating a cruel fact unrelated to him.
The Infernape ignored the Machoke’s raining punches. Its eyes gleamed with madness and determination as it forcefully shook its head, tearing off a piece of flesh from the Machoke’s shoulder.
The Machoke staggered backward in pain, its steps unsteady. The Infernape, however, did not stop. It dragged its broken arms and charged again.
The Infernape unleashed its full power with “Outrage,” charging at the Machoke in a suicidal manner.
The Machoke was now powerless to dodge and could only watch as the Infernape charged at it.
In an instant, blood splattered…
And the Infernape, due to severe injuries and exhaustion, collapsed onto the arena with a “thud.” Its chest heaved violently, barely alive, and multiple wounds on its body continued to bleed, staining the arena a dazzling crimson.
Zhen Yu wanted to see a hint of shock in Jiang Mo’s eyes, but Jiang Mo was exceptionally calm, which surprised him a little.
As the Infernape was taken away by a staff member with a Poké Ball, a curvaceous female host wearing a Meowth mask walked onto the arena, swaying her hips.
She cleared her throat, and her voice echoed through the entire venue via a loudspeaker: “Distinguished audience, the previous battle was truly spectacular! However, the upcoming match will be even more thrilling, so please look forward to it!”
Upon hearing this, the audience immediately erupted like a boiling pot, with cheers and whistles rising and falling. Their eyes gleamed with madness and anticipation.
“Next, I announce the next match! On one side, we have our cute and fierce Rattata, and on the other side, a brave warrior who voluntarily participates in a battle to the death!” As soon as the host finished speaking, a Rattata darted out from a hidden door on one side of the arena.
Its eyes were bloodshot, and it constantly let out “hissing” Growls. Its sharp claws scratched marks on the ground, clearly eager to engage in battle.
Immediately after, a haggard and panicked middle-aged man was pushed onto the arena.
Jiang Mo’s heart tightened; he recognized the man at first glance as the gambler who had shouted about betting his life at the club entrance. He never expected this man to actually reach this point.
The middle-aged man’s body trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear and despair. At this moment, he frantically tugged at a nearby staff member, shouting, “I’m not gambling anymore, I’m not betting my life! I can pay back the money! Please let me go, I don’t want to die!”
“Betting your life means using your life as collateral to exchange for Pokémon coins. If you lose everything and can’t pay it back, you have to step onto this arena. There are people like him every day,” Zhen Yu said slowly, looking at Jiang Mo.
The middle-aged man’s resistance was futile; he was kicked away by a staff member.
Upon seeing the middle-aged man, the Rattata immediately charged at him like an arrow released from a bowstring.
After being kicked away, the middle-aged man fell heavily to the edge of the arena. Before he could get up, the Rattata had already pounced in front of him.
It gathered all its strength into its front body, like a furry cannonball, and with a “whoosh,” it slammed hard into the middle-aged man’s abdomen.
The middle-aged man coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body curled up like a shrimp, groaning in pain.
Although this Rattata was only Level 10, it was not something an ordinary person could contend with. This was not an anime, not a game; humans were this fragile in front of these Pokémon.
One Tackle could cause internal organ rupture.
But the Rattata’s attack did not stop. It opened its bloody maw, full of sharp teeth, and its teeth gleamed with Dark-type energy. It used the Bite move, biting down hard on the middle-aged man’s throat.
With a “crunch,” a crisp sound of bones breaking was heard, and blood gushed out like a spring, splashing onto the arena, staining the surrounding ground a deep crimson.
The middle-aged man’s eyes instantly widened, and his hands weakly flailed in the air a few times before he completely went still.
The audience below, seeing this bloody scene, showed no pity whatsoever. Instead, they erupted in deafening cheers.
Their cheers and applause intertwined, as if they were enjoying a grand performance, their faces filled with distorted excitement and satisfaction.
The Rattata seemed to be infected by the audience’s enthusiasm. It released the middle-aged man’s severed throat and began to frantically devour his corpse.
Its claws wantonly scratched at the corpse, each swipe bringing up a bloody mess. Internal organs were torn out, emitting a nauseating stench, but the Rattata ate with relish, constantly making “crunching” sounds. The sounds were exceptionally clear in the silent underground space, making one’s hair stand on end.
This was also the first time Jiang Mo had witnessed such a bloody and cruel scene. He realized that Zhen Yu showing him these things seemed to be an attempt to change his view of the Alliance, to let him know that the Alliance was not as beautiful as it was painted on the surface.
However, Zhen Yu did not know that Jiang Mo was a transmigrator, and he originally had no sense of belonging to the Alliance.
Jiang Mo suppressed the nausea in his stomach and glanced at Zhen Yu. He definitely wasn’t part of the Alliance; otherwise, he wouldn’t have told him these things.
With the Alliance being so severely infiltrated, Jiang Mo became increasingly interested in what Zhen Yu called “what we are doing” and “what you might also be doing.”