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

Just as the helmeted man's heart-wrenching scream echoed through the gray mist of the spirit world.

The Eighth Divine Strike - Lightning Fiend only glanced at him coldly out of the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to the battle in front of him.

A disdainful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, hidden beneath the yellow chaotic mask—a piece of trash is a piece of trash. He can't even protect himself, yet he dares to try and order him to use his last divine beast trump card.

"Electric Beast, Continuous Lightning Fist!" Electric Fiend waved his scepter, his broken Chinese carrying an undeniable determination.

"Roar!"

In the arena, the burly, black and yellow body of the Electrified Beast erupted with even more intense electric light.

Its "electric engine" feature is already running at full speed after absorbing the energy dissipated by Mega Electro Dragon's Mad Volt.

At this moment, it was nearly 30% faster than usual, and the lightning crackling around its fists made each strike sound like it was tearing through the air.

"Meow!"

Mega Electric Dragon let out a low roar, and the light from the "mini sun" at its tail dimmed slightly.

Faced with the rapidly increasing speed and relentless attacks of the Electrifying Beast, they were momentarily at a loss for how to counter it.

Golden flames and blue lightning exploded wildly between the two behemoths, each clash of their fists unleashing deafening thunder and explosions.

The more Electrified Demon Beast fought, the stronger it became. The Electric Engine brought not only speed, but also a more refined control over electric energy.

The lightning on its fists sometimes solidified like a hammer, and sometimes spread out like a net, its moves flowing smoothly between transitions.

On the other side of the battlefield, the shiny Mega Eelarch, which had been blasted to the ground by Mega Ampharos's "Thunder," was now curled up in the shadow of a floating giant rock.

Its dark green body trembled slightly, and the charred wounds on its surface were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye—it was "self-regeneration"!

A pale blue light, like gentle ripples of water, seeped out from its body and enveloped the injured area.

The shattered scales regenerated, the scalded skin shed its dead skin, and the savage look in those small eyes, once filled with electric light, diminished slightly, replaced by a chilling killing intent and the patience to await revenge.

Zhang Leiyuan saw all of this.

He crossed his arms, his silver-white champion's cape fluttering slightly in the windless spirit realm, and the arrogant smile on his face remained unchanged.

Stop it? Why should we stop it?

He had absolute confidence in his electric dragon—that companion who had been with him for more than ten years and had shown amazing electric talent since the Mareep era was no longer something that could be defeated by simply clashing elemental energy.

The battles fought by electric systems are essentially the art of "control": controlling the direction of current flow, controlling the distribution of electric fields, and controlling the timing of thunderstorms.

The Creation Hall's electric stunt command style is more violent than delicate.

Mega Mama Eel King's advantages were not fully displayed; he used it as a simple energy amplifier.

While Electivire's Electric Engine ability is certainly troublesome, relying too much on the immediate benefits it provides neglects the sustainability and tactical flexibility needed for prolonged battles.

"It's a bit of a shame we can't use the electric field tactics..." Zhang Leiyuan thought to himself. In the past, he would have had the electric dragon spread out the golden electric field long ago.

At that time, all Electric-type moves will be more powerful and will also prevent the opponent from falling asleep—that's his usual Electric-type crushing style.

But it doesn't matter.

A direct, head-on defeat is also a style he prefers.

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"Fuck you!"

On the platform below, seeing that the electric shocks were not responding, the helmeted man's last hope was completely shattered, and he cursed in anger.

But after all, he was a character who had experienced life and death and struggled in the shadows for many years. After the extreme fear, he was instead left with a cold clarity.

"If I die, you won't escape either!" He roared at the back of the electric demon, then forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, his brain working at lightning speed.

Zhang Leiyuan was tightly entangled by the Seventh Divine Punishment and the gigantic Night Demon Spirit, leaving him no time to attend to anything else.

The sneak attacker... those two attacks just now, the Ghost-type moves were incredibly powerful, clearly the attacker is a master of this style.

However, the fact that the opponent chose to launch a sneak attack instead of a direct assault suggests that their strength may not yet be sufficient to overwhelm me.

escape!

If we can evade the upcoming assassination attempts and venture deep into the spirit world, there is a chance of survival!

This desolate world is vast and boundless, and even the Ghost-type Pokémon that have been banished here mostly occupy fixed areas.

If he can escape deep enough, he'll have a chance to contact that person...

That lord needs "eyes" and "hands" like him to serve as his loyal subordinates, and will never sit idly by and watch him die in the spirit world!

Having figured this out, the helmeted man's eyes turned fierce again.

His left hand still protected the Poké Ball that had captured Sand Eater at his waist, while his right hand quietly reached for the other side of his belt—where a dark ball of a dull color was hanging silently.

The Pokémon inside is Claydot, the form that will evolve into Claygooth.

It also has the attributes of being both ground-based and ghost-based, giving it a natural advantage in the spirit world.

More importantly, the unique physiological structure of the clay golem race—their hands and feet can retract into their bodies and transform into rocket thrusters, giving them a brief but extremely rapid burst of flight ability!

This was his last trump card for escape.

Zhang Heng, suspended in the gray fog higher up, took in all the little movements of the helmeted man.

Although his superhuman strength has not been fully awakened, it has already given him a level of perception far beyond that of ordinary people.

He could "feel" the helmeted man's intense emotional fluctuations: from despair to anger, and now to that cold, desperate resolve.

And... inside the Poké Ball that the other person was constantly protecting.

"It seems he still believes there is a chance to escape."

A cold smile slowly curved Zhang Heng's lips, a smile devoid of any genuine joy, only the indifference and mockery of a hunter towards the prey's final struggle.

"Then I'll crush it for you myself."

He no longer hides.

"Gengar, Dragapult," she called softly.

"Ee-hey~!"

"Woo-mi!"

Two figures, one purple and one gray, appeared beside him. Gengar grinned, its scarlet eyes filled with the excitement of a mischievous triumph.

Dorgon hovered on Zhang Heng's shoulder, its long tail swaying gently, its blue eyes calmly locking onto the helmeted man on the platform below.

The next moment, Zhang Heng took a step forward.

The "void" beneath his feet seemed to materialize, lifting him as he slowly descended, the gray mist of the spirit world automatically parting around him.

And so, amidst the fierce battles between the two battlefields, surrounded by countless floating boulders and fragments of shattered souls, he descended as if strolling leisurely onto the platform where the helmeted man stood.

Then, amidst the horrified gaze of the helmeted man who suddenly looked up, Zhang Heng slightly tilted his head, extended his right little finger, and casually picked at his ear.

His movements were casual, even a little lazy.

Then, he lowered his hand, his gaze looking down at the helmeted man, his voice clear and steady, yet carrying a chilling mockery:

"Why are you so diarrhea after just a few days?"

"I hit you twice, and you started yelling and screaming."

"..."

Dead silence.

It wasn't the deathly stillness inherent in the spirit world, but a more oppressive silence, as if even the wandering vengeful spirits were holding their breath.

The face beneath the helmet instantly lost all color.

He saw the face clearly.

Young, handsome, with a youthful sharpness still lingering in his brows, but those eyes… the deep-seated things in those eyes sent chills down his spine.

The Ghost City, the underground arena. The boy who, piloting a pseudo-legendary Goodra, fought with near-death tactics, managed to tear a path to survival from the encirclement of him and Steelix…

Intelligence briefing on the waters off South and East China.

That young hero who summoned dark thunderclouds, conjured the legendary dragon Zekrom, and was crowned with the titles of "Rainbow Hero" and "Idealist"...

The two faces overlapped at that moment.

The helmeted man made a gurgling sound from his throat, an uncontrollable spasm of his vocal cords caused by extreme shock and fear.

"So...it was you?!"

His voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against rusty iron.

It feels like a lifetime ago? No, it's more than just a lifetime ago!

It is the absurd mockery of fate, a magical reality where the identities of hunter and prey are completely reversed.

When they first met, he was the cat, and the other was the mouse who was almost toyed with to death.

And now...

"Don't worry," Zhang Heng's voice broke his daze. The voice was soft, yet it pierced the helmeted man's eardrums like an icicle.

"I won't give you a chance to escape..."