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

The Dynamax Bully's attack missed.

At least, the attack on Wanxiang himself failed.

Zhang Heng frowned, his sharp gaze sweeping over the gradually calming airspace and the spot where the spiritual rift had disappeared.

Zhang Heng recognized it somewhat and said casually, "It's the Night Demon I encountered in the hospital. What's it doing here..."

Beside him, the usually lazy Duolongqi suddenly straightened up, a hint of seriousness and doubt flashing in his dead fish eyes.

It carefully sensed that space for a moment, then turned to Zhang Heng and gently shook its head.

“Yes… Doron.”

"The connection to the spirit world... has been completely severed... They... will not return..."

Duolongqi's voice resounded directly in Zhang Heng's mind through telepathic communication, carrying a hint of fear and confirmation of that forceful method of breaking the boundary.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Heng took a deep breath, suppressing the intense resentment that welled up in his heart because his enemy had escaped.

He understood that the fact that the person could be rescued so easily from the clutches of the enormous bully meant that the other party had an unimaginable level of control over the spirit world, making them impossible to catch.

He slowly raised his hand, the red light on the Max Rathalos wristband receded, and the towering Max Rathalos in the sky transformed into a streak of light, turning back into a Great Ball and falling back into his hand.

On the other side of the battlefield, Arthur Kirkland witnessed it all.

He looked at the imposing and powerful Zhang Leiyuan and Meng Leigu; he looked at the Water Lord, who stood suspended in the distance, his divine power unfathomable;

Looking at Zhang Heng and the Thorn Dragon King, who had just displayed destructive power and were in perfect condition;

Looking down into the sea, there was Kim Hyun-woo's charred corpse, and beside him, Kim Jae-hoon, his eyes vacant and lifeless, his spiritual energy completely depleted...

The muscles on his face twitched, and his last shred of hope and fighting spirit vanished completely.

The trend is over!

“Darkrai…” he called softly, his voice filled with weariness and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

The Nightmare God, who had been lurking in his shadow, silently emerged and gently embraced him from behind.

The next moment, Arthur and Darkrai's figures seemed to melt away, sinking into the shadows beneath his feet and transforming into an incredibly swift black streak.

It skimmed the sea surface and sped towards the distant horizon at an astonishing speed, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye without a trace.

With Arthur's escape, this devastated sea finally enjoyed a brief period of calm.

Champion Li Xingeng, riding a firebird, slowly landed beside Zhang Leiyuan. He looked at the two divine clouds floating on the sea—the Earth Cloud and the Tornado Cloud.

After Kim Jae-hoon's death, they seemed to have lost all support and ferocity. Their huge bodies floated on the sea, their eyes dim and their breath weak. Although they still exuded the majesty of divine beasts, they no longer had the power to resist.

“These two divine clouds…” Li Xingeng looked at Zhang Leiyuan and made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.

Li Guanjun knew that although these two divine beasts were very valuable, they were also accomplices in Zhang Leiyuan's murder, so handing them over to Zhang Leiyuan was the best course of action.

Zhang Leiyuan sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and said, "Although they are divine beasts, they are not free to do as they please. Let's bring them back to China and let the League and the Research Institute decide how to handle them. Perhaps, they can find a trainer who is truly worthy of their loyalty."

Li Xingeng nodded and walked to Jin Zaixun's side. The ghost-type energy of the crystal chandelier beside him surged, and it rummaged through Jin's backpack to find two Master Balls.

Then, an energy burst forth, and the two Master Balls instantly split into six pieces, severing the connection between the Poké Balls and the Pokémon.

Then Li Guanjun took out a specially made, officially produced Control Ball, used to capture and imprison powerful Pokémon, and shot out two beams of red light, retrieving the Landorus and Tornado, which had lost their will to resist.

The battle is finally over.

The sea breeze carries the scent of gunpowder and blood, but also a sense of relief after surviving a catastrophe.

The two Chinese champions and Zhang Heng all gathered together.

Li Xingeng looked at Zhang Leiyuan, patted him hard on the shoulder, and said with emotion.

"Lei Yuan, this time... it was a near-death experience! Seeing you come back alive and kicking, I feel so... satisfied!"

Zhang Leiyuan smiled, his eyes still sharp despite his injuries: "The King of Hell won't take me. He says my lifespan isn't over yet, so I have to come back and beat up a few more idiots!"

He paused, looked at Li Xingeng, and said seriously, "Old Li, thank you very much this time."

"East China has been utterly devastated by this battle. The subsequent reconstruction, appeasement, and investigation of the mole are all incredibly complex tasks. I'm afraid I need to rush back immediately to oversee things."

Li Xingeng nodded understandingly: "I understand. I can't stay away from Central China for too long either. Even though Shi Guanjun is holding them back, those guys from India might still pull some tricks. I'm going to head back now."

Their gazes fell on Zhang Heng simultaneously.

Looking at his son, who seemed to have grown up dramatically overnight, Zhang Leiyuan's eyes were filled with an indescribable mix of pride and complexity.

"Xiao Heng, what about you? Are you planning to go back to Goose City?"

Zhang Heng met the gazes of his father and Li Guanjun, and hesitated for a moment.

He raised his head, his gaze clear and firm: "Dad, Uncle Li. I'll stay in East China for now. East China still needs the power of the Dragon King."

He looked at the war-torn sea and said in a steady voice, "This place needs a strong presence, and... regarding the Temple of Creation, regarding that myriad phenomena, that stone slab... I can also help by staying by your side."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Leiyuan frowned slightly and said, "Let's not reveal the stone slab for now. I think the Creation Palace has big plans."

Li Xingeng also showed a solemn expression and said, "You and your son will have to put in more effort. Since the stone tablet recognizes Zhang Heng, let Zhang Heng keep it. I will not report this matter to my superiors."

Without another word, he flipped over and leaped onto the back of the firebird, saying to Zhang Leiyuan and Zhang Heng, "Take care!"

"Take care!" Zhang Leiyuan returned the greeting at the same time.

“Violent——!”

The firebird let out a clear, long cry, carrying Li Xingeng, and transformed into a golden streak of light, speeding towards Central China before quickly disappearing into the horizon.

Zhang Leiyuan withdrew his gaze, looked at his son beside him, and then glanced at Shui Jun, who was still standing quietly in the distance.

Suijun nodded to the two of them, then transformed into a stream of light and entered the sea, preparing to purify the remaining resentment and pollution.

Zhang Leiyuan then said in a deep voice, "We should go too. After tidying up the house, it's time to clean up!"

Zhang Heng nodded, taking one last look at the battlefield where his father had been buried and where he had also witnessed his father's resurrection and rebirth. He buried all his hatred, grief, anger, and responsibility deep in his heart.

He flipped and leaped onto the back of the fire-breathing dragon, standing shoulder to shoulder with his father, and soared into the sky towards the East China base.

Behind them, the waves gradually subsided, guarded by the North Wind God who protected the purity of this sea.