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

"You don't want others to know your weaknesses, do you?!" Zhang Heng's words were full of the plot of a romantic action movie.

The previous series of bombshell information had already left Zekrom somewhat dazed, and now this threat made his head buzz.

"My weakness? Do you know the function of the genetic wedge?" Zekrom suppressed his inner panic and asked Zhang Heng a question with a puzzled voice.

It is really hard to understand how many secrets this human being in front of us knows.

Zhang Heng's lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile. He said, "The Gene Wedge has the ability to control you and Reshiram, right?"

In this space shrouded in darkness and thunder, Zekrom's huge body was hidden in the darkness.

Although Zhang Heng couldn't see, he could keenly sense that Zekrom was looking at him with an extremely complicated gaze, which was full of scrutiny and horror, as if he wanted to see through him.

For a moment, the entire space fell into silence, and time seemed to stand still.

Zhang Heng was not in a hurry. He stood there leisurely, quietly waiting for Zekrom's response.

He was certain that the "blockbuster bomb" he had thrown out would be enough to make this powerful divine beast seriously consider the situation.

"What should I do?"

After a long while, Zekrom's voice, tinged with helplessness and compromise, echoed slowly.

After much deliberation, it decided to cooperate with Zhang Heng. Instead of remaining in a stalemate, it would be better to take the initiative to ask the other party what he thought.

After all, Zhang Heng took the initiative to contact me, so he must have come with a solution to the current predicament.

Zhang Heng was delighted when he heard what Zekrom said, realizing that he was already halfway to success.

Afterwards, in this strange world of thunder and lightning, Zhang Heng and Zekrom engaged in a lengthy conversation. During this conversation, no one other than the two of them could glimpse the secrets.

Although the conversation lasted for a long time, Zhang Heng remained tight-lipped and did not reveal the key information that he already possessed the genetic wedge.

You know, the Gene Wedge, a crucial item, is the key to Kyurem's control over Zekrom. And in Zhang Heng's hands, it has the same effect.

As long as the whereabouts of the Gene Wedge remains unknown to the outside world, it will be like a sword of Damocles hanging over Zekrom's head, causing him to panic and feel uneasy.

As a result, in order to protect itself, Zekrom can only be more closely tied to Zhang Heng, the "ideal man".

After all, the relationship among the three dragons of Tao is not so-called equality. To some extent, the black and white dragons are almost Kyurem's exclusive "accessories".

Once Kyurem masters the genetic wedge, the black and white dragons will instantly lose their self-awareness and become objects of absorption and fusion. Unless Kyurem takes the initiative to release them, they will never be free.

For the black and white dragons who pursue "ideals and reality", freedom is the prerequisite for pursuing their goals.

After Zhang Heng fully disclosed his plan to Zekrom without reservation, he reminded him before leaving: "Don't forget what I told you! Be careful!"

Then Zhang Heng's consciousness slowly withdrew from this space, while Zekrom remained where he was, lost in deep thought.

"Forget it. Let's just leave it as it is." After a long time, Zekrom sighed and muttered to himself.

In its mind, Zhang Heng, an ideal man, has aspirations that are both grand and full of unknowns, but his style of doing things is extremely realistic and down-to-earth. These two characteristics are wonderfully blended in him, full of contradictions.

"Perhaps, Zhang Heng can also get Reshiram's recognition!" Such a thought flashed through Zekrom's mind.

If you understand Zhang Heng, you won't feel any contradiction. Zhang Heng's ideal is to come to a world with Pokémon. This is the source of his ideal.

After coming to this Pokémon world, I want to live out my true self and be down-to-earth in the reality of this world.

So, ideals and reality are intertwined in Zhang Heng. As for whether he will be recognized by Reshiram, who knows?

.............

Time passed quietly, and before I knew it, it was the next day.

Zhang Heng had been through a lot last night and was already exhausted. Fortunately, after sharing the pressure with Zekrom, he was able to have a good sleep and regain a lot of energy.

Yesterday, the qualifying round from 1,000 to 200 just ended here. The competition was so fierce, like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge.

Today, in the vast Goose City academy, with 30,000 to 40,000 students participating in the competition, the battle between the remaining two hundred contestants has entered a new stage.

Unlike the initial situation where the strength was uneven and one Pokémon often defeated the opponent, those who can stand here now are all elites among the elites. The battles are all high-level contests with equal strengths and require clever use of strengths and weaknesses.

For example, Zhang Heng at this moment was standing in the battle area of ​​Area B, and was rarely in a stalemate. To be more precise, he was about to be dragged into a "dirty routine".

"Rib turtle, climbing waterfall!"

A turtle-like Pokémon with a light blue body that stands on its hind legs. Its shell is dark blue. It bursts out with rich water energy, wrapping it up and rushing towards the Swampert in front.

"I'm not afraid of you? Swamp-jumping fish! Waterfall climbing!"

The swamp jumper was also covered in water, but unlike the ribbed turtle, it cleverly controlled the direction of the water flow climbing the waterfall, turned in the air, and slammed into it from a lower angle.

This blow was so powerful that it knocked the rib turtle out of its original water flow trajectory. The rib turtle drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"Jumping fish in the swamp! Crushing rocks!" Seizing this fleeting opportunity, he immediately gave decisive orders.

The Swamp Leaper leaped high, with dazzling fighting energy gathered in its fists. It broke away from the waterfall flow and punched the Rib Turtle hard like a cannonball, making a dull sound.

However, the continuous blows did not make the Rib Turtle lose its fighting ability. Instead, it stood up from the pit in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Seeing this, the trainer on the opposite side had a glint of joy in his eyes and put the Rib Turtle back into the Poké Ball.

This ribbed turtle, with its excellent physical defense and the properties of hard rock, had fought fiercely with the Swampert for a long time.

In this long war of attrition, although the Swamp Leaper did not suffer fatal injuries, its physical strength was greatly consumed.

At this moment, it was breathing heavily, and its fatigue was obvious.

"As expected of my junior who has become very famous recently, but these alone can't defeat my Rock Pokémon." The trainer on the opposite side praised him with a hint of confidence in his eyes.

Bang! A flash of white light flashed, and a giant humanoid Pokémon made up of several neatly arranged rock blocks appeared on the field.

Its limbs are pure white, with orange pupils flashing in the middle, and its brown torso exudes a heavy and solid aura. It is the Salt Stone Giant.

"Saltstone Giant, salted!"

The trainer quickly gave the order, and the newly appeared Salt Rock Giant immediately condensed powerful rock energy. The energy continued to compress and deform, and finally turned into a cannonball tightly wrapped by salt.

"Bang~" The salt bullet hit the swamp fish with incredible precision, and then the salt exploded instantly. The fine salt grains were like dense needles, covering the wet body of the swamp fish.

"Gra~" The erosion of salt made the swamp fish suddenly make a painful sound. Its body kept twisting, trying to get rid of the salt particles that made it uncomfortable, but everything was in vain.

"Tsk, it's entering the salting state..." Zhang Heng frowned, looking at the Swamp Leaper that was in trouble on the field.