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

The cold wind howled across the desolate battlefield, stirring up not dust and smoke, but tiny ice crystals and congealed blood foam.

China's defense line has now been transformed into a desolate, frozen graveyard.

Everywhere you look, there are ice sculptures in various poses, all lifelike.

There are trainers who maintain a commanding posture, their faces frozen in shock and anger; there are Pokémon that charge forward with all their might, their skill flashes instantly frozen on their bodies;

More often, it is the bodies that instantly lose their lives under the extreme cold and are permanently sealed in ice.

Beneath the ice, distorted expressions and desperate eyes could be vaguely seen, silently telling of the horror of the final moment.

Even more shocking were those beings pierced by giant ice spikes—trainers and Pokémon alike were pinned to the ice like specimens, their wounds encased in dark red ice crystals, their life force long since extinguished, leaving only a grotesque and terrifying death.

In the heart of this icy hell, the One-Strike Style Martial Arts Bear Master lay sprawled on the snow, his arms broken and twisted. Keldeo's horns were covered in cracks, and his body was also cracked from the powerful force of the Fighting Stones. Both were unconscious.

Duan Guanjun's fate is still unknown. Although he is being rescued by Gastly and Milotic, the figure that symbolizes the strongest in South China is as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Not far away, Tang Guanjun knelt on one knee on the ice, his combat uniform covered with cracks and frost.

His trembling hand gripped a dull Poké Ball tightly; it was his only remaining companion with a faint life signal—Genesect.

Around Tang Guanjun was an even more tragic scene: his most important and powerful units—Heracross, Volcarona, Beedrill—were either completely frozen or torn apart and frozen by ice energy, scattered on the cold battlefield, without a trace of life.

Tang Guanjun's eyes were vacant, and he was almost consumed by immense grief and helplessness. His most elite forces had been almost completely exhausted in this battle.

Du Guanjun was still barely holding on, directing Ice Eevee to protect the other two champions.

Yet she appeared particularly lonely, for she came from the far north, shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the vast border of Northeast China. This mission to aid South China was already beyond her capacity.

She couldn't take all the main forces with her, so she could only leave a portion of her top combat power in her icy homeland in case something happened in the North.

At this moment, all the trainers from Northeast China that she brought with her, except for Bamboo, were all killed.

Even her strongest asset—the Snowstorm Horse—had long since lost its ability to fight.

China is a vast country with a long coastline, yet it has only eight champion-level trainers guarding its four corners.

Each one of them was like a pillar of strength, firmly anchored in their own defensive zone, and could not easily leave.

The Kyurem's surprise attack on the South China Sea was unexpected. The only ones who could arrive in time and organize such a large-scale counterattack were Duan Guanjun from South China, Tang Guanjun who came to reinforce the defense, and Du Guanjun who was transferred from the far north.

The remaining top Elite Four trainers in South China are each stationed in sensitive waters bordering Vietnam and the Philippines, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

To prevent these neighboring countries from taking advantage of the chaos while the Chinese champion is distracted by the mythical beast to launch a sneak attack to plunder marine resources.

Duan Guanjun's initial plan was to use the "Divine Beast Field" to induce Kyurem to release power that could be captured and sealed by the field, thus binding it within a specific space. This was the most ideal solution with the least loss.

To this end, he even risked his life, personally acting as the core of the decoy. However, plans can never keep up with changes.

With the help of the thieves from the Thousand Islands Kingdom, Kyurem threw Regice directly into the Reverse World, allowing the legendary beast representing "Eternal Ice" to seal the entrance between the Reverse World and the real world for a certain period of time.

This completely relieved Kyurem of its worries. As a first-level god, its terror was far beyond what human power or ordinary divine beasts could withstand.

Even though they had exhausted the strength of three champions.

Even with idealists like Zhang Heng joining the battle... the result was still a complete rout.

"Woo-woo-no~ Ee-ee~"

In this suffocating moment of despair, a clear, melodious song, seemingly capable of soothing the wounds of the soul, flowed like a spring across the brutal battlefield.

It's the Tanabata Bluebird!

It had unknowingly appeared beside the unconscious Zhang Heng, its pure white wings like the gentlest cloud blanket, softly covering him.

It held its head high, and its beautiful singing voice, carrying a healing power, showered down on Zhang Heng like moonlight.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Under the continuous infusion of this warm power, Zhang Heng's eyelashes trembled violently, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of dark red blood froth mixed with icy shards before slowly opening his eyes.

Vision was still blurry, and excruciating pain surged through my nerves like a tidal wave, but consciousness finally returned.

What he first felt was the soft feathers of the Tanabata and its soothing song, as well as the Swampert's large, worried, and moist eyes.

"Cough cough... I'm... sorry..." Zhang Heng's voice was hoarse like a broken gong, each word accompanied by excruciating pain throughout his body. "My current... condition... can't allow you... to complete your Mega Evolution... otherwise... I really would have to take you... for a good fight..."

His eyes were filled with guilt and hatred for his own powerlessness.

As their trainer, he couldn't even maintain the mental strength to unleash his companions' true power.

The bluebird gently lowered its head and softly nuzzled Zhang Heng's cheek with its beak, its song becoming even more melodious.

The swamp monster let out a low growl and shook its head, its eyes filled with pure concern, devoid of any resentment. They only cared about their master's safety.

With the silent support of his partner, a stubbornness rose from the bottom of Zhang Heng's heart.

He gritted his teeth, braced his hands on the cold frozen ground, and with the help of the Altaria and Swampert, stood up with great difficulty and swaying.

Every breath felt like a knife cutting through him. At the edge of his vision were ice sculptures of Blastoises and, in the distance, a Triceratops pinned to an ice spike, barely clinging to life. It was a scene of utter carnage, a scene of unimaginable carnage.

He took a deep breath of the blood-tinged, icy air, forcibly suppressing his surging blood and qi. His gaze pierced through the pervasive icy mist, like two tempered swords, fixed on Kyurem, who was crushing all living beings with absolute power atop the ice peak.

Then, with all his might, he hurled the sound like a javelin at the arrogant frost dragon:

"Hey, Little Chief, want to know where the Gene Wedge is?!"

These words were like a silent bomb dropped into a destructive thunderbolt. For the first time, Kyurem's overwhelming, berserk aura faltered noticeably.

It slowly turned its head, its scarlet dragon eyes focusing on Zhang Heng like searchlights. What surged within them was no longer just savagery, but also a trace of... instinctive, undisguised greed and desire.