Chapter 521: Humans vs. Pokémon!?

Before long, the sun began to sink in the west, fiery red clouds spreading across the evening sky.

The first day of trainer camp finally came to an end.

For Aaron, it had not been anything special, but the other students were on the verge of collapse.

Quincy's training was simply inhuman. According to him, he was "squeezing every last bit of strength out of you so you can unlock your Potential."

Because of that, several more students were unable to keep going, and some even fainted.

It was as if he were training Pokémon instead of people.

Everyone's resentment toward Quincy had already reached the boiling point, but under his tyrannical pressure, they had no choice but to obey.

They were furious.

But none of them dared to speak up.

In the cafeteria, the students from Pokémon Battle Studies, Classes 1 and 2, could barely hold their chopsticks steady.

They stabbed at their food as if every piece had Quincy's face on it.

"I can't stand Instructor Quincy anymore... He doesn't even treat us like people. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up."

"Even if you can't, you still have to. Unless you want to fail trainer camp and get sent to a League training base for remedial training."

"This is awful... How did we end up with an instructor like this? We must have the worst luck in the world."

"Look at the classes training next to us. Compared to us, they practically have it easy. And I heard something else—apparently he's related to Champion Quentin."

"Damn... No wonder he acts like he can do whatever he wants. He's got a Champion behind him."

"And he's a Class Champion-level Trainer himself, the strongest of all the instructors. That's why he was assigned to Classes 1 and 2."

"That explains it... I didn't expect that bastard to actually be a Class Champion-level Trainer. No wonder he acts so full of himself."

The students were surprisingly resourceful when they wanted information.

In almost no time at all, they had dug up everything they could about Quincy.

Sitting off to the side, Aaron finally understood why the instructor had been so hostile toward him.

After all, he had killed Champion Quentin's only son and made an enemy of the Champion himself.

If Quincy really was related to Quentin, then his grudge made perfect sense.

You'd better not push me too far...

Otherwise, I'll show you that being an instructor doesn't make you untouchable.

Aaron's expression cooled at the thought.

After finishing his meal, Aaron returned to his residence, took a refreshing shower, and went to sleep.

...

Over the next few days, Quincy found all kinds of excuses to put the students through brutally intense training.

Everyone in Classes 1 and 2 had lost at least a few kilograms.

Some of the heavier students had slimmed down by a full ten kilograms.

On top of that, Quincy had already failed five students and sent them to a League training base for remedial training.

If they failed again, their enrollment would be revoked.

On the sports field, Pokémon Battle Studies, Classes 1 and 2, were gathered together.

Standing in front of them, Quincy wore a confident smile as he looked over the crowd.

"I've spent the past few days drilling your physical conditioning."

"Today, we'll see whether any of it actually paid off."

As he spoke, Quincy pulled out a Poké Ball and threw it.

"Come out... Sawk!"

With a flash of light, a blue humanoid Pokémon wearing what looked like a martial arts uniform appeared before everyone.

Sawk.

A smile appeared on Quincy's face.

"This is an Advanced-level Pokémon. It won't use any moves."

"Anyone who manages to defeat it passes."

"If you can't... your training will be intensified."

The moment he finished speaking, the students' expressions changed.

The crowd erupted.

"How is that even possible...? How is a human supposed to beat a Pokémon? And an Advanced-level one at that?"

"I remember the Fighting Champion once beat an Elite-level Pokémon with his bare hands. It went viral online."

"What, are you the Fighting Champion now? How the hell are we supposed to compare to a monster like that?"

"Exactly! Is he trying to get us killed? He's seriously going to have an Advanced-level Pokémon beat us up?"

"This is disgusting... Fuck him."

"Shh... Keep your voice down. If he hears you, you're screwed. He'll ruin you."

The students looked sick.

They had never imagined Quincy would go so far as to use a Pokémon just to rough them up.

This was going too far.

"Shut up, all of you!"

"We'll start with you."

"You seem to have the most to say."

When Quincy saw the students whispering among themselves and glaring at him, he immediately barked at them and pointed toward one of the chubby boys.

The boy's face instantly went pale.

With no other choice, he lowered his head and walked forward.

Looking at the fierce, intimidating Sawk in front of him, cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

Could a human really defeat a Pokémon?

"Begin!"

Quincy smirked and gave the order.

"Sawk..."

Sawk stretched out one hand and beckoned the boy forward.

"Aaah!"

The boy had no choice.

He roared, clenched his fist, and charged at Sawk.

Then he threw a punch straight at it.

Smack!

Sawk caught the punch cleanly in one palm.

No matter how hard the boy struggled, he could not pull free.

Boom!

Sawk gave him an almost pitying look before driving a fist into his stomach.

"Urgh..."

The boy immediately threw up his entire breakfast.

Clutching his stomach with both hands, he folded over on the ground in pain.

"Useless trash..."

"And you were running your mouth back there."

"Who's next?"

Quincy looked down at the boy with contempt and spoke coldly.

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