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

Zhang Heng's Pokémon almost instinctively went into alert mode.

of course there are exceptions.

Zhang Leiyuan's electric dragon calmly continued scooping up the last bits of cake in front of him, as if there was just a moving backdrop next to him.

Meanwhile, the dominant Charizard angrily exhaled two scorching breaths, each carrying sparks, clearly displeased that its defeated foe dared to unleash its power in front of it.

The most obvious example is King Thorn Dragon's reaction.

Its majestic dragon eyes swept over Garchomp indifferently, without any emotional fluctuation in its gaze, yet carrying a sense of oppressive power derived from its superior status and absolute strength.

It seemed that in its eyes, this pseudo-legendary Pokémon, which had not yet entered the master realm, was no different from an ordinary Pokémon. If it dared to act recklessly, it could be killed with a single blow.

Garchomp immediately sensed the undisguised dissatisfaction of the apex predator Charizard, and even more alarmingly, the unfathomable pressure emanating from Kingdra.

Memories of the crushing defeat on the battlefield flooded back, and its ferocious aura involuntarily subsided by most of its strength. A few low gurgling sounds came from its throat, making it seem somewhat uneasy.

Zhang Leiyuan stood up and slowly walked to Garchomp.

Surprisingly, this quasi-god, known for its arrogance, lowered its proud head slightly when facing Zhang Leiyuan, a gesture of submission filled with awe.

However, Zhang Heng's brows furrowed imperceptibly as he looked at Garchomp.

He felt that this quasi-god seemed to have been "tamed" a bit too much. The dignity and wildness that belonged to the strong, which were etched into its bones, seemed to have been worn down a lot in the process of repeated failures and changes of ownership.

This is not the attitude he envisioned a partner who would fight alongside him.

Zhang Leiyuan patted Garchomp's thick, sturdy forearm covered in hard scales and said calmly.

"Don't be nervous. Look closely, this young man is your future trainer—Zhang Heng, my son."

As Zhang Leiyuan finished speaking, Garchomp's eyes, with their scarlet vertical pupils, immediately focused on Zhang Heng, following the direction of the signal.

When it realized that the other party was just a young Chinese man, although he had a six-point resemblance to Zhang Leiyuan in his features, the aura he exuded was far less unfathomable than Zhang Leiyuan's, its eyes instantly became complicated.

There was obvious resentment, dissatisfaction with the change of trainer, and a hint of apprehension due to Zhang Leiyuan's presence.

But more than anything, it was an almost undisguised disdain.

Its subtext is clear: How can a young, mediocre trainer be worthy of having a pseudo-legendary trainer as powerful as it?

Zhang Leiyuan took in the changes in Garchomp's eyes, touched his chin, and revealed a meaningful smile.

Without saying another word, he walked straight back to Uncle Luo's side and sat down, leisurely sipping his tea as if it were none of his business.

He had made it clear that Garchomp had underestimated Zhang Heng.

Whether Zhang Heng can subdue this proud dragon shark now depends entirely on his own abilities.

Should he display overwhelming strength or exude unique personal charm? This is the test Zhang Heng must face.

Zhang Heng shook his head helplessly at Garchomp's undisguised contempt.

Although he didn't necessarily want to catch this Garchomp, it was still very unpleasant to be looked down upon by a Pokémon, especially one that had been trained by an enemy nation.

He took a deep breath, took a steady step forward, and met Garchomp's wild eyes without flinching. His voice was clear and calm, yet carried an invisible pressure:

"You... look down on me?"

Garchomp's crimson pupils contracted slightly as it stared directly at Zhang Heng. Though it made no sound, the arrogance and indifference in its eyes gave an unmistakable answer. A silent confrontation filled the air.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng chuckled softly, his laughter carrying a hint of coldness at being offended, and a condescending mockery.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you." His voice suddenly turned cold.

"I don't even think much of you."

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples. A threatening growl escaped Garchomp's throat.

Zhang Heng ignored the warnings and continued to use words as sharp arrows to pierce the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of the other party's heart.

"Look at yourself now! Wagging your tail and begging for mercy in the enemy camp, showing such a submissive attitude to the trainer and Charizard who once completely defeated you?"

"Is this your pride and dignity as a quasi-god? Do you only dare to display your arrogance to those weaker than you?"

Zhang Leiyuan and Uncle Luo, sitting to the side, continued to sip their tea calmly, as if they were enjoying a wonderful drama, without showing any intention of interfering.

"Roar--!!!"

Garchomp, like a stray dog ​​whose tail had been stepped on, let out a roar filled with humiliation and rage!

Zhang Heng's words were like a sharp knife, precisely dissecting the scars it had been trying to conceal—the reality of losing its original owner, being defeated and captured, being forced to submit to a stronger power, and the heart of a strongman that had gradually become tarnished under successive blows.

"Oh? You're already angry?" Zhang Heng pressed closer, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Do you know that the key to your South Korean master Park Chang's defeat was delivered by me, commanding Pokémon?"

"While his head rolled on the ground like a ball, where were you, the quasi-god on whom he placed such high hopes? What were you doing?!"

These words, though partly true and partly false, were extremely impactful.

It forcibly took credit for part of Park Chang's death and ruthlessly pinned the heavy burden of "failing to protect the trainer" on Garchomp's head!

"Now, I stand right in front of you."

Zhang Heng spread his arms wide, his eyes filled with provocation and scrutiny. "You loser who couldn't even protect your own trainer, do you still dare to lay a hand on me?"

For a Pokémon trained by an enemy and possibly still harboring complex feelings for its original owner, "protecting its trainer" is its core duty and source of honor.

Zhang Heng's words are tantamount to rubbing salt into Garchomp's wounds and a fundamental questioning of its value!

"Bite the shark!!"

Garchomp's breathing suddenly became heavy, its chest heaving violently, and the disdain and contempt in its eyes had been replaced by overwhelming rage and a hint of madness from its wounded spot!

It has indeed enjoyed the highest level of resource allocation in South Korea, and has evolved smoothly all the way to where it is today.

However, it did indeed go through several trainer changes, and its bond with the last trainer, Park Chang, was more about relying on external instruments to forcefully stabilize it in order to complete Mega Evolution, far from reaching a state of mutual understanding.

This is indeed one of the reasons why it failed to unleash its full potential on the battlefield and ultimately lost to the dominant Charizard.

However, the fact that the trainer died while it survived is an indelible mark of shame on its heart!

If it doesn't even have the courage to attack this young man who insulted it and claimed to be involved in the trainer's death, then what right does it have to be called a pseudo-legendary?

How can I possibly have the face to live on in this world?

Moved!

Garchomp has moved!

Its figure suddenly blurred, leaving only a blur and a sonic boom! On its thick forearm, the pair of white, single-toed claws that resembled giant scimitars were instantly covered with a chilling, bone-piercing light—it was a dragon claw!

It compressed and condensed dragon energy into its claw tip, unleashing astonishing speed and destructive power, its target being Zhang Heng, who was several meters away!

It will tear this arrogant human to shreds! Before the other Pokémon can react, it will wash away this humiliation in the most ferocious way!

However, faced with this earth-shattering attack, the Pokémon behind Zhang Heng—Swampra, Charizard, Gengar—did not move an inch!

They had already established a deep spiritual connection with Zhang Heng, and at this moment they clearly felt the trainer's message—no interference allowed!

On the other side, Zhang Leiyuan's dominant Charizard, Ampharos, and other creatures merely watched coldly from the sidelines.

Zhang Leiyuan didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued pouring tea for himself.

This was a test for his son. It was just a furious attack from a powerful but not invincible quasi-god. With so many trump cards on his hands, Zhang Leiyuan didn't believe that Garchomp could hurt him.

Just as the dragon claw, gleaming with a deadly chill, was about to strike, and the sharp gust of wind had already ruffled the hair on Zhang Heng's forehead—

"Om..."

A very faint hum, as if from the depths of the soul, rang out.

A faint, fleeting milky-white light suddenly emanated from Zhang Heng's body.

The light was not dazzling, even somewhat dim, yet it carried an indescribable sacred aura!

It is the super-resistance power that has not yet been fully integrated, but is increasingly in sync with Zhang Heng's soul!

Although it has not yet fully awakened, it is engaging in a deeper level of interaction with Zhang Heng's mind and body every minute of every day.

That divine pressure originating from the creator god could be instinctively triggered by Zhang Heng at crucial moments!

At this moment, facing the Garchomp's destructive attack, Zhang Heng did not retreat, dodge, or even adopt any defensive stance.

He simply stood there quietly, releasing without reservation the faint yet extremely powerful aura of super-resistance within his body!

It was as if it was silently proclaiming a divine declaration, severely damaging Garchomp's spirit.

Even quasi-gods are not true gods!

And now, I, possessing divine power, stand before you!

You, this so-called quasi-god, do you even deserve to be called a god?!

"!!!"

Garchomp's ferocious charge came to an abrupt halt the instant the milky white light appeared, as if it had crashed into an invisible yet indestructible wall!

It seemed to sense a higher-level life form casting a tiny glance at it through the eyes of the young human before it.

The entire single-level floor fell into a deathly silence.

All the onlookers and Pokémon clearly felt the completely different aura emanating from Zhang Heng at that moment, an aura that shook even the soul!

Zhang Leiyuan paused slightly in his teacup, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper sense of relief and worry.

Zhang Heng looked at the Garchomp so close to him, its pupils filled with fear and confusion, and slowly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable power:

"Now we can talk again about the question of 'who is good enough for whom'."