A water-type trainer who specializes in dragon-type water.

"Dong~dongdong~"

As the King of Asking for Leave pounded his chest frantically, his aura became more and more violent. The power that was originally disturbed by the characteristics of the wandering soul now gathered together like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and the airflow surrounding his body was distorted by this powerful force.

"Tsk, he got rid of the stiff state so quickly?!" Zhang Heng thought to himself that this was not good.

The Swamp Leap's attack not only failed to achieve the desired effect, but instead completely enraged the King of Leave, causing him to break free from his paralysis. The King of Leave, his eyes red, stared intently at the Swamp Leap like a ferocious beast, intent on devouring its prey.

After absorbing the energy of Swampert's sonic punch, the Crying Mask let out a sinister laugh, and the beige mask in its hand flashed with a strange light.

Seeing this, the Dean curled his lips into a sneer, "How naive! You think you can break through my defense so easily? Crying Mask, Shadow Ball!"

The shadow ball formed in Weeping Mask's hands shot towards Swampert at an astonishing speed.

The dark sphere seemed to tear the surrounding air apart, leaving a faint black trail wherever it passed. The Swamp Leaper couldn't avoid it, and the Shadow Ball hit its body accurately.

"Boom~"

In an instant, the shadow ball exploded, and the thick black energy spread out in all directions like a surging tide, making a dull and low roar.

The strong energy impact distorted the air around the swamp fish, and the sand and stones on the ground were lifted up by this force and splashed everywhere.

"Gela~"

However, the Swampert relied on its tough physique to stay firmly rooted in place and was not knocked away. Although it endured the huge power of the Shadow Ball, it still had no intention of retreating.

When the dean saw that the Swamp Leaper wasn't knocked away as he expected, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he immediately gave a decisive order: "King of Leave, split it open."

The King of Leave's sturdy arms were instantly enveloped by a dazzling white light. The light contained a powerful general energy that seemed to be able to split everything in the world into two.

It roared angrily and rushed towards the swamp leaping fish at an extremely fast speed. It raised its arms high and chopped down at the swamp leaping fish with a tremendous force. The sound of breaking wind could be heard in the air.

Zhang Heng saw this and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Swamp Leaper, hold on!"

The Swamp Leaper reacted quickly, instantly creating a translucent protective shield around its body. The shield emitted a soft yet resilient light. The King of Leave's "Cleave" strike struck the shield hard.

"Boom~"

There was a deafening roar, and the powerful force caused the protective light shield to tremble violently, and the light also flickered. The light shield, which originally emitted a soft light, could no longer hold on under this overwhelming blow.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, like glass breaking, the protective light shield instantly turned into countless tiny rays of light and dissipated into the air. Without the protection of the light shield, the King of Leave's hand knife, which was condensed with powerful general energy, chopped straight towards the Swamp Leaping Fish.

At the critical moment, the swampskipper reacted extremely quickly. Its strong and powerful arms were instantly raised and crossed in front of its body, trying to use its own strength to withstand the fatal blow.

"boom!"

A loud bang caused the entire underground level to tremble violently, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

The "Chop" of the King of Leave hit the arms of the Swamp Leap Fish solidly. The powerful impact force exploded instantly, and the surrounding air was squeezed to make a sharp whistling sound.

The ground under the swamp-leaping fish's feet suddenly cracked, and deep cracks spread out like a spider web. Large pieces of stone slabs were shaken into the air and then fell heavily.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Zhang Heng's brows furrowed instantly as he watched the scene before him. He was always known for his calmness, but this time his defensive skill was so easily broken, which was beyond his expectations.

The setting of this world is that defending does not mean you can defend against all attacks, it can only withstand attacks with a small gap in strength.

The current Swampert is only a rare-level combat force, and the King of Leave is now a quasi-king-level combat force, plus a racial value of 670 points, it is reasonable for him to be defeated.

The Swamp Leaper groaned, its body sinking slightly uncontrollably, its knees bent, its arms trembling violently from bearing the enormous force, and blood oozing faintly from under its skin.

But the Swamp Leaper gritted its teeth, kept its balance under this terrifying attack, and was not knocked down.

"King of Leave, kick from the lower body."

At the dean's command, the King's thick leg muscles tensed instantly, like a siege weapon ready to go.

There was only raging rage in its eyes. It locked onto the swampfish's lower body, suddenly raised its legs, and swept towards the swampfish's feet.

This kick brought with it a whistling sound, as if it was going to scoop up the ground.

Zhang Heng knew that given Swampert's current condition, continuing the battle would only cause it to be more seriously injured, so he quickly and calmly took out Swampert's Poké Ball.

"Swamphunter, come back!" Zhang Heng's voice was calm. With a flash of red light, Swamphunter's scarred body transformed into a beam of light and was retracted into the Poké Ball.

In this huge underground flat, the atmosphere is so oppressive that it makes people breathless.

At this moment, only Milotic was quietly standing in front, guarding Zhang Heng's safety.

The lineup on the Dean's side should not be underestimated. There is a Leave King with quasi-king combat power, who has broken free from the limitations of the Lazy Trait, and two Ghost-type Pokémon that are eyeing him and ready to launch a fatal sneak attack at any time.

Zhang Heng knew that the situation on his side was extremely unfavorable. Aside from the Milotic in front of him, only the Bluebird could barely stand a chance. However, compared to the enemy, his Pokémon were at least 10 to 20 levels behind them. The disparity in strength made his chances of victory almost nonexistent.

The dean raised his chin slightly, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes as he said, "Zhang Heng, I admit that you have profound attainments in medicine and are a rare talent. But there are some things that it would be a pity to get rid of you. However, I have a more ambitious plan. In order to ensure that this plan can be carried out more perfectly, then you..."

However, Zhang Heng did not look panicked at all, but rather seemed somewhat relaxed.

When he realized that his trump cards were no longer effective and he had no other help, he felt excited.

This was a desperate battle, a moment to test one's full strength. Facing the Leave King, whose base stat was 670, comparable to a Level 1 God, wasn't such an opponent the perfect challenge?

Zhang Heng's expression gradually relaxed. He slowly pulled out a diving ball from his waist and gently tossed it between his fingers. Every time the diving ball was tossed upwards and then landed steadily in his palm, it felt as if a thick mist began to diffuse in the air, bringing with it a hint of chill.

The dean paid no attention to Zhang Heng's actions. Instead, the mad look on his face intensified as he spoke to himself, "The doctor-patient relationship is strained these days. If we could eliminate all those patients who disrespect doctors, it would steer society in a better direction. You should understand my intentions, right?"

Zhang Heng ignored him and continued tossing the diving ball. Finally, when the diving ball landed in his palm again, he grabbed it firmly, a smug smile on his face.

He stared at the dean with sharp eyes and said, "You've been talking for a long time, but you still don't run away. This is you." After saying that, he raised his thumb.

Zhang Heng twisted his wrist, his thumb instantly rotating 180 degrees downwards, making a mocking gesture. He then said, "If I can't knock you down next, I'll do this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Heng swung his arm and threw the diving ball out with force.