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

The spinning water drill pierced deep into the crevice of the giant steel snake's rocky body!

The steel-rock composite body, which should have been indestructible, was easily torn apart like tofu in the face of this spiraling force that specifically breaks through defenses!

Gravel mixed with bodily fluids from rocks gushed out!

The giant steel snake let out a shrill roar of pain, its body twisting wildly as it tried to shake off the martial arts bear master.

But Master Xiong had already used the momentum to leap into the air, his body nimbly flipping in mid-air, his feet together, the water condensing into a sharp cone shape beneath his feet...

Water Flow Strike - Third Move - Drop Strike!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Like a torrential rain beating against a banana leaf, or like a heavy hammer striking an anvil repeatedly!

The sound of impacts, so dense it was chilling, echoed across the platform like a storm within just two seconds!

The figure of the Martial Arts Bear Master transformed into a blue lightning bolt, flashing wildly around the body of the giant steel snake!

Each flash was followed by a powerful blow carrying the force of a torrent!

Fists, elbows, knees, feet... every part of the body becomes the most deadly weapon, and the water flow is the sharpest blade!

Steelix's proud physical defense is rendered useless against Urshifu's signature move "Water Strike," which deals critical hits, has type advantages, and is specifically designed to break through tanks!

Rocks have crumbled! Steel shell has dented!

The piercing screams and the teeth-grinding cracking sounds, though it had no real bones, blended together to create a cruel symphony of destruction.

Earth and Steel attributes, with four double weaknesses: Fighting, Ground, Water, and Fire.

The Combo Style Martial Arts Bear Master happens to be proficient in two of them—a perfect combination of Fighting and Water types, making this battle a foregone conclusion!

What's even more terrifying is that its "continuous water flow strikes" have, through countless refinements, incorporated the characteristics of an "invisible fist" and the essence of "continuous water flow."

Beneath the external destructive force of each strike lies internal damage that shakes the internal organs and shatters the structure!

"No...no...stop...stop it!!!"

The helmeted man slumped on the edge of the platform, watching his ace Pokémon being brutally crushed like a sandbag, letting out a desperate wail.

He tried to pull out other Poké Balls, but his fingers trembled so much he couldn't hold them; he wanted to rush forward, but his legs felt like lead, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

His shouts were drowned out by the incessant beating of the Mongolian war drums, as insignificant as mosquitoes.

The smoke and dust grew thicker and thicker.

The hitting sounds gradually subsided.

After a final, heavy thud, a brief silence fell over the platform.

The gray, gloomy mist of the spirit world flowed slowly, attempting to cover the area again.

Then, a gentle breeze blew by, carrying away the lingering smoke and dust.

The scene in the center of the platform slowly emerged.

The massive Steelix lay sprawled on the cracked and dented platform, its massive body like a dismantled building block.

Its outer shell, covered in steel and rock, has largely crumbled and peeled away, revealing its dull, lifeless body underneath.

The crack in his skull spread to half of his head, one eye was completely dark, and the other was barely open, filled only with disorientation and pain.

It has lost its ability to fight.

Right in the center of the collapsed Steelix, on a relatively intact pumice, stood the Combo Style Martial Arts Bear Master, standing proudly.

Steam rose from its body, and the azure torrent slowly receded into its core. Its sharp eyes remained calm and still, as if the fierce, storm-like attack just moments before was merely a warm-up.

Its right hand was holding something.

No, it's one person.

The five fingers, like iron clamps, gripped the man's neck tightly, suspending him in mid-air.

It was the man in the helmet.

The cyberpunk-style helmet on his head had long since been blown away by the shockwave, revealing the true form that had been hidden beneath it.

It was the face of a middle-aged man.

But it was definitely not a normal face.

His pale skin was covered with crisscrossing, grotesque hypertrophic scars, resembling centipedes.

The scars appeared to be old wounds, dark in color, raised above the skin's surface, and fragmented the face.

Some scars even extend to the neck and disappear below the collar, suggesting that other parts of the body are probably similar.

What's even more disgusting is that the arrangement of these scars doesn't seem to be accidental, but rather a kind of regular, torture-like branding.

They intertwine into twisted patterns, vaguely resembling some ancient runes, or perhaps a disciplinary mark of some organization.

At this moment, on this terrifying face, the eyes were tightly closed, and blood was seeping from the mouth and nose, clearly indicating that he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

The martial arts master, Xiong Shi, carried the unconscious helmeted man with one hand, as if he were carrying prey waiting to be slaughtered.

It raised its head slightly, its gaze falling on Zhang Heng, who stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air, as if waiting for the next instruction.

Gray mist flowed through the spirit world.

Above, the battle between Zhang Leiyuan and the God of Creation resumed with a deafening roar.

Below, Zhang Heng slowly descended and stepped onto the platform.

He walked up to Martial Arts Master Xiong, glanced at that unsettling face, frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure.

"Then get rid of it."

He said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. Although Zhang Heng was a medical student and didn't like killing, doctors weren't saints either.

On the contrary... doctors have long since become indifferent to life and death; those chief surgeons are all like ruthless and indifferent human body repairmen.

"Roar." Martial Arts Master Xiong responded softly, his five fingers tightening slightly.

And at this moment——

"Hey! Wait!!"

"Little Bear! Don't kill him!!"

Zhang Leiyuan's voice came from afar.

Zhang Heng raised his hand, signaling Martial Arts Master Xiong to stop, and Martial Arts Master Xiong's hand, which had been exerting force, began to gradually relax.

"Leave one alive."

"I still have questions to ask."

Zhang Heng shrugged indifferently. The helmeted man's life was indeed worthless; if his father wanted to keep him, then so be it.

However, no precautions should be taken lightly.

He deftly removed a palm-sized silver device from his tactical belt—a specially made "electromagnetic lock" by the league.

With a light tap of the fingertip, several hair-thin energy probes pop out from the side of the device.

"Om..."

With a deep, resonant sound, the probe precisely pressed against the switch interface of each Poké Ball on the helmeted man's waist.

The azure currents, like living things, drilled into the interior of the sphere, and then condensed on the surface of the shell into illusory, intertwined chain patterns.

The moment the pattern took shape, a faint sound of gas being released rang out from inside—a high concentration of anesthetic gas was injected into the space inside the sphere, ensuring that no Pokémon inside could remain conscious for a short period of time, let alone break free on its own.

Even for champion-level Pokémon, breaking through such multiple barriers from the inside requires a significant amount of time and effort, and enough time to react.

Having done all this, Zhang Heng gave a signal with his eyes. Martial Arts Master Xiong loosened his grip, and the unconscious helmeted man collapsed to the ground with a "thud," like mud with its bones removed.

Zhang Heng turned his attention to the main battlefield.

Despite being infused with spiritual energy, the enormous Night Demon maintained its terrifying, mountain-like form.

Countless tentacles, ghostly claws, and even distorted faces, made of resentment and ghostly energy, constantly emerged from the platform's shadows, floating rocks, and even the void.

The dark gray dragon shadow attacked from all directions, its offensive like a never-ending tide.

"This Night Demon is the one we encountered on the second basement floor of the hospital. It's become so strong..."

Mega Charizard X was somewhat passive. It roared, its claws burning with azure dragon flames tearing apart ghostly tentacles, and its scorching hot wind attack scorched the approaching vengeful spirits into blue smoke.

However, the Night Demon's control over the spirit world environment is akin to home-field advantage: whenever the fire-breathing dragon defeats one wave of attacks, the next wave will come from a more cunning and unpredictable angle.

The heavy shadow fist sometimes attacked from the front, and sometimes it would suddenly burst out from the shadows beneath his feet.

The scattered ghostly energy did not disappear; instead, it merged into the environment, becoming fuel for the next round of attacks.

Charizard X had several wounds on its body, and a chilling, deathly aura lingered between its scales.

however--

Zhang Heng keenly sensed that the battle situation was undergoing subtle changes.

Charizard X's eyes, burning with fury, grew brighter and sharper with each battle.

It no longer tried to use brute force to eliminate all the attacking ghostly creations; its massive body began to move with a peculiar rhythm.

It learned to anticipate.

When the pale, ghostly claws emerged from the void on the left, Charizard X did not swing its claws to meet the attack head-on, but instead suddenly turned to the side.

Its thick tail, wreathed in dragon flames, swept horizontally like a steel whip—"Snap!"

The demon claw was shattered beforehand!

As three sharp stone spears pierced the shadow beneath its feet, Charizard X suddenly exerted force with its wings, its massive body rising upwards with incredible agility, while simultaneously spewing down the azure dragon flames it had been accumulating, melting the stone spears.

It scorched the shadowy area, making it crackle and sizzle, temporarily "purifying" the spiritual energy nodes in that area.

The momentum for a counterattack is brewing.

A knowing glint flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes. He was about to order Martial Arts Master Xiong to go and assist in ending the battle as soon as possible when he saw Martial Arts Master Xiong gently shake his head.

"Roar...it doesn't need me..."

The martial arts master Xiong's voice communicated with Zhang Heng through telepathy.

Its sharp gaze also fell on Charizard X, its eyes revealing an understanding that was almost "respectful".

As fellow close-combat fighters who strive for the ultimate, Martial Arts Bear Master could sense the burning fighting spirit of that overlord fire-breathing dragon—a pride belonging to a king, an obsession with tearing apart powerful enemies with one's own strength in adversity.

It won't like it, nor does it need anyone else's interference.

"Understood," Zhang Heng muttered to himself, then turned his gaze to another battlefield.