To reach the limit

Annoying problems

Annoying problems

(Frick gangsters)

( I did not expect this story to have multiple favorites and followers when I woke up and almost 200 views, what an insane way to boost my Motivation.)

The sound of the bullet rippled through the air as I lept to the left at full speed. A wave of sharp pain coursed through my body as the bullet hit my shoulder and I rolled onto the ground

"If it weren't for my enhanced reflexes I would've got hit in my vitals, and my enhanced durability is also allowing me to move ."

I hastily leaped around the room as the enraged man shot two more bullets which Grazed my leg and hit a glass of wine on a shelf.

"W-what are these inhuman movements!" He screamed as he repeatedly pulled the trigger on the gun which didn't work as it was out of bullet."You must be one of those f-"

I bore the pain roaring from my shoulder as I swung my bat, the man somehow dodged the attack, it was obvious he was exceptionally well-trained to pull off such a feat.

I swapped the bat to my left hand as I punched him in the gut with my right hand before once again swinging my bat and hitting him in the face, blood spewed from his nose from the blunt force damage as he reared back, I then used both hands to swing vertically.

He managed to dodge the open-ended attack before punching me in the face, His eyes pounding with anger and visible sadness.

I retaliated with a horizontal swing of my bat which hit him in the cheek, blood dripped out of his mouth as he grabbed two sticks and used them as weapons.

I leaped backward as I grabbed another stick, upon holding it I found the texture to be especially specific and very clearly intended to be weapons.

He charged me with the two sticks, I threw the stick at him but to my surprise, he dodged it and charged at even higher speeds.

I swung my bat horizontally but my attack was blocked by his two sticks, "In a battle of power I won't lose!"

I used my force to overpower him as he distanced himself but I was chasing after him, I suddenly halted as a sharp pain shot through my body from the gun wound on my shoulder.

My opponent took this as the opportunity to charge at me swinging his stick wildly, I used my enhanced reflexes to dodge the attacks before leaping backward, I swapped to my left arm to not put any more pressure on my right arm.

"I am a right-handed person so this will likely put me at a disadvantage..."

"Where are my Pokemon!" I yelled before charging at him and swinging my bat, He caught my attack and we started to exchange strikes, each blocking and dodging the other.

"You fucking idiot we would've given your pokemon back!" He roared, "We don't sell them, hell once we get our money from the trainer's parents we simply release them with the trainer or into the woods!"

"We only say we sell it to pressure the trainer's guardian to give more money!" He shouted," this world isn't fun and games, we have to take drastic measures just to stand a chance!"

I suddenly swing my bat which hits him in the head, he drops the sticks as he tumbles back slightly from the pain.

"Why should I believe you?" I said calmly, "Just...check the room."

I dragged the man as I entered the room where my Pokemon were being held.

My eyes widened as I saw them, they were in perfect shape and were obviously being well-fed. Hell, even their cages were massive and spacious.