Everyone else is a trainer, but you are a swordsman?

Feng thought and compared carefully, and finally chose a senior trainer's room as the target for tonight.

This trainer Feng had seen at the battle site last night. He was a somewhat lazy young man who had a high-level King Swallow and a high-level Rhydon.

Judging from the levels and types of these two Pokémon, they shouldn't be able to easily spot Feng in the shadow.

When Feng sneaked in at noon today, the young man was still taking a nap. His Pokémon did not react at all until Feng checked his bed and left.

It seems that this room is a good place to watch a "show".

But watching this "drama" is also risky. Even if Feng can hide in the shadows, what if the enemy is at the Quasi-King level or above? What if the enemy can sense Feng in the shadows?

Then he might get caught here.

Although Feng knew that the mastermind behind the incident was the ship's officials, he still felt an involuntary sense of fear when faced with unknown dangers, just like entering a haunted house in an amusement park. You knew the ghosts inside were fake, but you were still afraid.

Taking action is risky, but not taking action will always make you anxious and passive. So what should we do?

Feng suddenly felt a little conflicted and hesitant.

"Heh..." Feng suddenly realized something, his brows slowly relaxed, he chuckled at himself, and muttered to himself: "When did I become so indecisive?"

For Feng, every decision he made after escaping from the experimental institution was a test of life and death, but he was never afraid, because he had only one way to go, and there was an abyss behind him.

However, as his strength gradually increased, Feng found that he seemed to be becoming more and more timid.

Perhaps it was because of the leisurely life he had with Xiao Ling before, or perhaps it was because of the wealth and high-quality Pokémon he now possessed, which made him start to consider more factors and worry that he would lose more things after failure.

But this won’t work. We always need a fearless heart on the road ahead.

Everything involves risks. Some things should be tried as long as you are certain about them, instead of being bound by fear and timidity.

"Isn't this how I kill people time and time again?" Feng repeated this sentence silently in his heart, and his eyes gradually became firm.

……

That night, the moonlight was like water, pouring down on the floor of the young man's room, like a layer of silver gauze, bringing a touch of mystery to the whole room.

Next to the wardrobe in the room, Feng quietly lurked in the shadow of the wardrobe, looking at the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

His breathing was light and steady, and he seemed completely unaware of the unusual surroundings.

Feng observed the room intently, waiting for a critical moment to come.

At this moment, a slight "hissing" sound of electricity broke the silence of the night. The sound came from under the bed. Although it was extremely weak, it was very clear in this quiet environment.

Feng's eyes became sharp in an instant. He tightly gripped the Shield Sword in his hand, ready to deal with any possible situation.

However, something he didn't expect happened - the Poké Ball on Feng's waist began to emit bursts of electric sparks!

These electric sparks flashed blue and white light, like a group of elves jumping and dancing happily, or like Thor playing with lightning in his palm.

As the sparks continued to fly, the entire room was enveloped by a strange energy. A faint electric current filled the air, as if the entire space had been activated.

"Is this an electromagnetic field?" Feng thought to himself.

The Gyarados and the Pokemon in the ball also noticed something was wrong and started slapping the Pokeball desperately. However, they could not escape freely as usual, nor could they make a sound, and were trapped in the ball.

Feng wanted to try to release Nura, but the button on the Poké Ball didn't respond.

This sudden change surprised Feng a little, but he didn't panic because his strongest strengths were himself and the Aegisblade, and Gyarados and Ula hadn't grown up yet.

At this time, Feng also understood the function of the strange magnet under the bed. It actually generated some kind of magnetic field, and then destroyed the switch of the Poké Ball, preventing the Pokémon inside from coming out freely.

I remember that similar technology was also used by Team Plasma of Unova in the game, but it is strange why a ship can have it?

If used well, this is a killer weapon. No matter how great a champion you are, you are nothing without Pokémon (except Sheba, Cattleya, etc.).

Just as Feng was thinking, sparks began to fly from the young man's Poké Ball on the table in the room, and it was obvious that he was encountering the same situation.

But the young man on the bed was still sleeping soundly and did not wake up at all because of the unusual situation.

Feng did not act rashly just because he couldn't release the elves.

Because the current effect of the magnet is only to trap the elves, but it has no function of killing people, something will definitely happen next.

The real murderer is coming.

……

Five minutes later, there was a slight noise from the door of the room, and the door lock was slowly turning, as if someone was trying to open the door.

Then, the door was gently pushed open, and two blurry figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked into the room from outside.

When they completely entered the room, faint electric sparks began to flash around the tall man's waist.

There is no doubt that this is because the Poké Ball he carries is also disturbed by the electromagnetic field generated by the magnet.

However, the tall man did not show any panic or confusion. He slowly closed the door with his backhand and turned on the light in the room.

At this moment, Feng finally had the chance to see the appearance of the person who came.

The tall man standing in front of him turned out to be a crew member with a burly and strong physique, and standing side by side with him was an elite-level horse sword soldier who was small in size but exuded a powerful aura.

The crew member was holding a heavy bag tightly in his right hand. The bag was bulging and no one knew what was inside it, but judging from its appearance, the bag was obviously very important.

At this moment, the young trainer finally woke up from his deep sleep and tried to sit up with his hands.

He tried to open his sleepy eyes, but squinted again because of the glaring light, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly.

Suddenly, his eyes met the tall man's cold gaze. He was startled and was about to scream, but was horrified to find that he could not make any sound.

He hurriedly reached out to touch his throat, but felt his palms were wet. He looked down and saw his hands were covered in blood.

The soldier in front of him, wielding the colt sword, slowly retracted his right arm, which had severed the young man's neck. As the blade-like arm dropped, the blood stained on the tip flowed down the blade, forming a series of bright red bloodstains.