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

At the same time, the water-shaped hanging scroll surrounding the martial arts bear master once again emitted a gentle yet concentrated water energy.

Like living water, it quickly covered its fists, forming a pair of perfectly fitting water gloves.

This layer of flowing water not only enhances punching power, but also cleverly isolates Garchomp from the potential damage reflection caused by its rough skin!

The next moment, a barrage of attacks descended once more!

"Puff puff puff puff puff...!!"

Master Xiong's fists moved faster than the naked eye could perceive, transforming into a continuous blue light curtain.

Each punch contained penetrating hidden force, like a martial arts master performing a straight punch, each punch landing with a visceral impact, the dull thuds like the resounding drums of war, so dense that there was not a single gap!

Garchomp's screams were forcefully silenced, and it could only whimper in pain. Its tough skin began to crack under the continuous bombardment.

His body convulsed uncontrollably, and the rage and ferocity in his eyes had long been replaced by boundless pain and rising fear.

"enough."

Just then, Zhang Heng's calm voice rang out. He raised his hands and clapped them lightly twice.

As if a pause button had been pressed, Martial Arts Master Xiong's furious, rain-like punches stopped instantly.

It silently rose and stepped aside, as if the terrifying attacker from just now was not it. Its breathing was slightly rapid, but its eyes remained calm as still water.

Dignity? That's a luxury built on immense power or a powerful background.

Now, Garchomp's dignity, and even its life, are entirely in the hands of that seemingly young trainer.

The fear in its eyes was almost overflowing. It struggled to lift its head, but was unable to move due to the excruciating pain.

Zhang Heng slowly walked up to Garchomp, squatted down, and looked directly into its crimson pupils, which had shrunk due to pain and fear.

“Do you know,” Zhang Heng’s voice was soft, yet carried the weight of history.

"If it weren't for the nurturing and protection of this ancient land of China, your so-called quasi-god race, Garchomp, would never have been able to thrive to this day."

His gaze seemed to pierce through time, revealing that long-forgotten past. "It's a pity that the descendants of the ethnic group that China nurtured and protected with all its resources were smuggled abroad by despicable individuals, ultimately becoming a sharp blade wielded against our soldiers and innocent civilians."

He paused, his tone still calm but colder: "Indeed, from your perspective, you may not have committed any subjective fault. You were merely following the trainer's orders, a cold weapon. But..."

Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly sharpened like knives, and his voice rose a few decibels, carrying an unquestionable tone.

"How innocent are those ordinary Chinese people who make their living at sea?! Do you dare say that your hands are not stained with their warm blood?!"

In the early days of the People's Republic of China, coastal defense was weak. What nightmares did the simple fishermen who relied on fishing at sea encounter in those ambiguous and disputed waters?

Korean patrol boats, along with their powerful Pokémon like Garchomp, often carry out indiscriminate massacres of unarmed fishing boats!

At best, they will be driven away and pursued, forcing them to flee for their lives; at worst... the ship will be destroyed, and all lives will be lost, leaving no trace!

Zhang Heng personally experienced the cruelty of the battlefield in the East China Sea and witnessed countless brave soldiers fall before him. That tragedy and sorrow have long been deeply engraved in his soul.

He felt no sympathy for an accomplice who had participated in these atrocities, even if it was a quasi-god with unlimited potential; all he felt was cold disgust and criticism.

However, reason told him that Garchomp itself was indeed an extremely sharp "knife." The knife itself is neither good nor evil; the key lies in the person wielding it.

In Zhang Heng's team, every Pokémon is a partner to whom he has poured his heart and soul, and he treats them like family. Losing any one of them would break his heart.

The appearance of Garchomp fills a cold and realistic void—one that doesn't require too much emotional investment.

They can carry out the most dangerous missions and can serve as a "suicide squad" or a "consumable" force to fill gaps in combat capabilities.

All he needs to do is grip the hilt of the knife tightly, ensuring that the blade is always pointed at the enemy, and that will be considered making the best use of it, and also avenging some of the blood debts owed to those who have perished.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Zhang Heng never intended to use appeasement policies, the power of the dragon, or any other means to "influence" it.

What he needs is not allies, but weapons. What he desires is absolute, unquestionable submission!

Garchomp struggled, finally managing to lift its heavy head and meet Zhang Heng's cold, merciless eyes that were looking down at it.

Deep within those eyes, there was no trace of pity, only indifference, and a chillingly violent killing intent... as if contemplating how to dispose of a tool.

At that moment, Garchomp's body shuddered violently and uncontrollably!

It recalled its past trainers, whether it was Park Chang from South Korea or those from before, all of whom had treated it, this pseudo-legendary Pokémon, with great favor and tried their best to win it over.

Even Zhang Leiyuan, who ultimately defeated and captured it, only demonstrated overwhelming power and did not reveal such naked ruthlessness in treating its life as worthless.

But this young man before them... he truly didn't care about its life or death! Even...

"correct."

Zhang Heng seemed to suddenly remember something, and a chilling smile, a mixture of academic inquiry and cruel interest, curled at the corner of his mouth.

"I forgot to tell you, I am essentially a medical student."

His gaze began to sweep slowly across Garchomp's massive body like a scalpel, as if assessing where to make the best incision.

"A quasi-god? Heh, to be honest, I've never actually dissected one." His tone carried a naive cruelty.

“If you unfortunately die here today, I think I will patiently peel off your beautiful deep blue scales, one by one, completely intact.”

"I imagine you can produce quite a few top-quality dragon scales, right? Their market value should be very high."

His fingers lightly touched the back and belly of the Garchomp, as if he was already planning the route to skin it.

"And there's more..." he

As if they had discovered a new continent, their eyes became even more "excited".

"And this tough skin of yours, covering such powerful muscles... If it were completely peeled off, specially processed, and made into a bulging helmet, the effect would be absolutely amazing, with a rating of at least S-class, right?"

As he spoke, his eyes kept scanning Garchomp's body up and down.

That gaze didn't seem to be looking at a living being, but rather at a precious material about to be dismantled and utilized; it was filled with nauseating evil and greed.

Then, he even reached out and slapped Garchomp's hard-scaled cheeks in an insulting manner, making a soft "slap slap" sound.

His gaze finally settled on Garchomp's open, tooth-filled maw.

"Your teeth look pretty good, and you were shouting quite loudly just now."

"Don't worry, I will use special tools to pry them all off one by one, slowly and carefully, polish them smooth, and make them into dragon teeth with excellent energy conductivity... My Doraki will like them very much."

He tilted his head, as if thinking about what else he could use.

"Hmm... wait, before I completely kill you, maybe I can still make use of you."

He gave a look of sudden realization, but his tone became even more sinister.

"Find you a few 'partners'? Garchomp might be hard to find, but finding you seven or eight Ditto shouldn't be a problem, right? Maybe you can even hatch a few eggs with high potential... Hehehe..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

As Zhang Heng spoke, he suddenly chuckled, the sound echoing in the empty single-level space, filled with a twisted, chilling "sense of excitement."

"Just imagining that scene...it's really something to look forward to!"

Garchomp listened to these words, which sounded like the whispers of a demon, and felt the undisguised gaze that regarded it as a pile of raw material to be processed.

Its pride, ferocity, and indomitable spirit as a quasi-god... all of it was utterly crushed at this moment by the most primal, extreme fear of death and what awaits it after death.

It looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, which were so close yet devoid of any human emotion.

Finally, with great difficulty and little by little, it buried its once proud head deeply and completely, pressing it against the cold floor.

This time, bowing down was no longer due to overwhelming power, but rather stemmed from utter submission to the unfathomable coldness and cruelty of the young human before him.

"Of course, if you want to atone for your sins, I have another way... a way to help you reform..."