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

The moment you step into the cemetery, a solemn, dignified, and sorrowful atmosphere immediately envelops you.

The cemetery covers a vast area, built against the mountain, offering a wide view. Rows and rows of tombstones made of white marble or bluestone stand neatly among the pines and cypresses, like soldiers being inspected, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Each tombstone was spotless, reflecting a soft and sacred luster in the sunlight.

Many of the tombstones looked very new, with sharp edges on the stone, as if they had just been erected.

Zhang Heng knew that beneath these new tombstones lay the Alliance warriors and trainers who had bravely sacrificed their lives in the recent Huahai battlefield to defend their homeland and resist foreign aggression.

An invisible sense of solemnity filled the air, instantly weighing heavily on his heart.

There were many people who came to pay their respects at the cemetery.

Some wept silently, while others could not hide their grief. They squatted in front of a tombstone, gently wiping the portraits of the fallen heroes with trembling hands, and whispering their endless longing and sorrow.

Zhang Heng took a deep breath, and with the same sorrow and reverence, walked through rows of tombstones, finally stopping at a relatively forward position.

The photo on the tombstone shows a young man with a bright and sunny smile, whose eyes are full of vigor and determination—Yu Xingken.

One of Li Guanjun's disciples, who sacrificed himself at the hands of the Japanese champion while carrying out his mission on the Huahai battlefield.

Looking at that smiling face forever frozen in the prime of youth, Zhang Heng was filled with mixed emotions: regret, anger, and a profound understanding of the cruelty of war.

He silently bent down and gently placed the bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his hands before the tombstone. The delicate fragrance of the flowers seemed to slightly dispel some of the somber atmosphere.

Just as he was about to leave quietly, so as not to disturb the peaceful mourning, a voice called out to him from behind.

"Excuse me... are you Zhang Heng, right?"

Zhang Heng turned around and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair. He was about thirty years old, with a resolute face, but his complexion was slightly pale, and there was a lingering weariness and pain between his brows.

Behind his wheelchair was a Dharma baboon.

This Daruma baboon is large and robust, with red fur that looks like burning flames, but its eyes are exceptionally gentle and loyal, always watching its trainer.

Several recently healed scars are faintly visible on its body, telling the story of the fierce battles it once endured.

Zhang Heng thought carefully and confirmed that he did not know the man or his baboon.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Heng. May I ask who you are...?" Zhang Heng replied politely, with a hint of doubt.

The man in the wheelchair smiled, a smile tinged with emotion and sincerity: "You may not remember me, but you are my savior."

"My savior?" Zhang Heng was even more surprised.

The man explained, "Back then on the Huahai battlefield, after Li Guanjun and your father joined forces to defeat the leader of the Water Blade Regiment, I was responsible for escorting that leader back to the rear prison."

"But during the transport, we were suddenly attacked by the 'helmeted man,' and I was seriously injured and on the verge of death... It was your timely appearance and treatment that pulled me back from the brink of death." (A character appearing in Chapter 138)

Zhang Heng suddenly remembered! On the way to Huanan Prison, he had indeed assisted the League's medical team in providing emergency treatment to a Champion-level trainer who had been seriously injured in an attack during a transport mission. He never expected to meet him here again.

"Are you...Cheng Feng, the Heavenly King?" Zhang Heng asked tentatively, recalling the name he had heard before.

The man named Cheng Feng smiled and nodded, patting the head of the baboon beside him, his eyes revealing relief and gratitude.

"Yes. Not only my life, but also my old partner, the Dharma baboon, was seriously injured at the time. It was thanks to you that he was able to survive and continue to stay by my side."

Zhang Heng quickly waved his hand and said humbly, "King Cheng Feng, you flatter me. In that situation, any capable and conscientious medical professional or trainer would not have stood idly by. I just did what I should do."

His gaze involuntarily fell on Cheng Feng's legs, which were covered with a thin blanket, and a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

Although he survived, this former Elite 1 trainer was clearly left with irreparable injuries.

Cheng Feng noticed Zhang Heng's gaze, but his expression was calm, even carrying a sense of relief and acceptance after surviving a disaster.

"Being able to save this life, and the life of my old buddy, is already an immense stroke of luck, like a second life. Really, thank you so much, Zhang Heng."

A brief silence filled the space between them. Their gazes, as if by unspoken agreement, returned to Yu Xingken's tombstone bearing a cheerful smile.

Cheng Feng's voice lowered, filled with undisguised sorrow and sobs: "My luck... is still pretty good. At least I can still sit here, look at this blue sky, and keep my friends company."

"But...but my junior brother Xingken...he wasn't so lucky...he can only rest here forever..."

Zhang Heng remained silent. He knew that Cheng Feng and Yu Xingken were both Li Guanjun's prized disciples, and the two brothers had a deep bond.

Inspired by Li Guanjun's unwavering belief in serving the country and its people, they all dedicated their youth, passion, and even their lives to the construction and defense of China without reservation.

He said silently and heavily, "Please accept my condolences."

The atmosphere was heavy and sorrowful. However, in this silence filled with grief, a strange change suddenly occurred!

Behind Yu Xingken's tombstone, a small mound suddenly and silently rose from the soft soil!

Immediately afterwards, a strange hand, dark purple and translucent, seemingly made of energy and resentment, suddenly emerged from the soil, its five fingers slightly curled, as if searching for something!

"Hey--!!!"

Gengar, who had been lurking in Zhang Heng's shadow, reacted extremely quickly!

It sprang out of the shadows almost instantly, its stout body blocking Zhang Heng from the tombstone, its red eyes fixed on the suddenly appearing purple hand.

The ghost-type energy fluctuations around him became unusually active, emitting a sense of vigilance and warning!

Zhang Heng was also startled by this sudden turn of events, his pupils contracted, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

Remembering that Yu Xingken was a trainer skilled in using Ghost-type Pokémon, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he murmured to himself:

"This...this could be...a Pokémon left behind by Xingken before he died?!"

That eerie purple hand trembled slightly in the air, as if confirming something, or perhaps silently telling of an unfulfilled obsession and a desire to protect...

Cheng Feng, however, was unfazed and said, "Stop fooling around, come out."