Although Wade was anding his Kommo-o and Druddigon to battle against two other peak Elite-level Pokémon, he kept an eye on Julian's side of the fight.

  A Poké Ball rested in his hand, ready to intervene and assist Julian if needed.

  However, when Wade saw Mega Metagross defeat the Mantine, his expression flickered with both surprise and amazement.

  The rapid growth of Julian's Metagross was far beyond his expectations.

  With Mantied, Julian sidered sending Mega Metagross to assist Wade.

  But as he turo look, he realized Wade's battle had already cluded.

  It made sense—Wade was, after all, a peak Elite Dragon-type trainer. Dealing with two wild peak Elite Pokémon was expected of him.

  The appearand subseque of the three wild peak Elite Pokémon had taken no more than five or six minutes. However, during that time, the Water-type Pokémon advang from the sea had mao break through a se of the defensive line.

  Some trainers and their Pokémon had tragically fallen itle.

  Thankfully, Julian's Steelix had immediately plugged the breach, preventing more Water-types from flooding into Haitian City.

  "Ring...ring.."

  Just then, Wade's ph.

  "Wade, you spare any people on your end? A rge number of Water-types are breaking into Haitian City from the eastern forest."

  Haitian City was surrounded by the sea on its north, south, a sides, while the east ected to the mainnd via a rge forest.

  But this forest was also home to many Water-type Pokémon.

  Currently, most trainers were trated on defending the northern, southern, aern fronts, with a small number evacuating civilians. There simply weren't enough people to stop the Pokémon invading from the east.

  Send over people?

  Wade's lips twitched slightly, while the three wild peak Elite Pokémon had beeed and the remaining Water-types were momentarily cowed by the presence of Kommo-o and Druddigon, the situation remained precarious.

  There was no guarahat more peak Elite Pokémon—or even pseudo-Champions—wouldn't show up ter.

  If reinforts were se and the defensive line weakened, a breach could undo all their previous efforts.

  But ign the eastern threat wasn't an optioher.

  "Juliao the eastern forest. A rge number of Water-types are invading Haitian City from that dire," Wade instructed.

  Reinforts had to be sent, but if they couldn't send many, the ones sent o be strong—and Julian was the best didate.

  Julian nodded without hesitatiorieving all his Pokémon into their Poké Balls, he mounted Dragonite and took off, flying swiftly toward the east.

  Meanwhile, the situation on Haitian City's eastern front was growing increasingly dire.

  Sihe eastern route was the only nd e to Haitian City, it naturally became the best evacuation path for civilians.

  However, this route was now blocked by Water-type Pokémon emerging from the forest, and they had unched a direct assault on the evacuation line.

  The trainers esc the civilians immediately stepped up to front the Pokémon, but against the sheer numbers—nearly ten thousand Water-types—their efforts quickly proved insuffit.

  Before long, casualties began to mount among the trainers' Pokémon.

  Seizing the opportunity, a few Golduleashed powerful Hydro Pumps directly toward the fleeing civilians.

  Human bodies stood no ce against such a devastating attack, and the situation seemed hopeless. Just as the worst was about to happen, dozens of Slowpoke suddenly emerged from the crowd.

  While the Slowpoke weren't as strong as the Golduck, they made up for it with their numbers.

  Their bined Water Gun attacks mao ter the ining Hydro Pumps, ralizing the threat.

  "Slowpoke! The Slowpokes saved us!"

  "I thought the Slowpokes betrayed this city?"

  "Nonsehe Slowpokes have always been proteg us!"

  Cheers erupted from the fleeing civilians, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as though they were witnessing the as of ae trainer.

  Why did this city held such affe for them? Over the years, Haitian City had bee home to nearly ten thousand wild Slowpoke.

  The reason for this bond traced back decades, to a time when the Slowpokes saved Haitian City from a major disaster.

  Sihen, Slowpoke had bee a symbol of the city, its unofficial guardians.

  Although an unexpined phenomenon caused the Slowpokes to behave strahis time, they never harmed a single human.

  And now, they were once again standing up to protect the people, fag the same Water-types who held the same goals as them.

  More and more Slowpoke emerged from the crowd.

  Their vat eyes and slow movements trasted sharply with the unwavering resolve that drove them to front the thousands of wild Water-types.

  At the forefront of the Slowpoke, a Pokémon wearing a appeared, exuding a anding aura.

  "Slow!~"

  It was Slowking.

  With a single cry from the Slowking, the Slowpoke unleashed a coordinated Water Gun barrage.

  Although their individual levels were low, the opposing Water-types cked unity, while the Slowpoke were following their king's ands. The coorditack pushed the Water-types back, f them to retreat.

  But the attack was far from over.

  "Slow!~"

  With another calm yet authoritative call from Slowking.

  Eight Slowbro emerged from the ranks of Slowpoke, stepping forward to face the advang Water-types.

  With so many wild Slowpoke in the area—nearly 10,000—it was iable that a few lucky ones had mao catch a Shellder oails, evolving into Slowbro.

  The eight Slowbro present were all at the Advanced level. Together, they unleashed Ice Beam, causing the temperature around them to plummet dramatically.

  The Water-type Pokémon that had been drenched earlier from the Slowpoke's Water Guns now found themselves in a dire predit. The lingering moisture on their bodies caused the freezing process to accelerate uhe barrage of icy attacks.

  The ground also became a froze of ice. Many Water-types attempting to move forward slipped and fell on the slick surface. As ooppled, it dragged others down with it, setting off a domino effect.

  Entire ses of the advang horde colpsed in a chaotic mess.

  "Slow!~"

  Slowking raised its gaze to the sky, giving a anding cry.

  "Drago's our turn, Draeteor!" Julian ordered.

  Dragonite's mouth glowed as it formed a brilliant golden sphere of energy. The orb shot into the sky and exploded, scattering fiery meteors across the battlefield.

  The meteors crashed into the fallen Water-types, carving craters several meters wide with each impact.

  In a single round of Draeteor, nearly half of the Water-types were incapacitated. Casualties were iable as some Pokémon succumbed to their injuries.

  Julian remained calm, his expression indifferent as he observed the devastation. He felt no pity for the Pokémon that had perished.

  In situations like this, unnecessary kindness could very well cost you your life.