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

Zhang Heng frowned slightly, sensing something was amiss…

"It seems that the power of the malevolent Hoopa has completely spiraled out of control and may even be being exploited? And the Temple of Creation may not only truly possess the inheritance of the power of the Overlord."

"They're even using fragments of the Judgment Jar to create this kind of 'sacred artifact' that can forcibly enslave divine beasts!"

Electric Fiend didn't hear Zhang Heng's mutterings, but the abilities Zhang Heng displayed shattered his beliefs.

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the dying body bursts out with its last strength to roar, its eyes filled with the madness of a faith that has been desecrated.

"No! Impossible! This is the power of the Temple Master! It is the authority bestowed upon the Temple Master by the gods!"

"How could you have this?!"

"Could it be... that you too are someone favored by God?!"

But then he shook his head violently, blood spurting out: "No! You are a blasphemer who stole divine power! You deserve to die! The Temple Master... the Temple Master will definitely..."

Zhang Heng finally snapped out of his thoughts and his cold gaze fell on this enemy who was already a cripple but was still making a racket.

He walked slowly toward the electric arc, his steps steady, the sound of his footsteps on the gravel clear and indifferent.

"Woo..."

Doronchi understood, and the tail that had pierced into the body of the electric demon suddenly flicked upwards!

“Ah ...

Electric Fiend let out a short, miserable howl as his entire body was lifted off the ground like a tattered sack by Doronchi's tail, hanging in mid-air.

His severed left arm dangled helplessly, his right arm was badly injured, and his lung was perforated. At this moment, he was like a piece of livestock nailed to a terrarium, waiting to be slaughtered, with no ability to resist whatsoever.

Zhang Heng stopped in front of him, bent down, and reached out his hand, his movements calm and unhurried.

He pinched the edge of the yellow spiral mask on Electric Fiend's face, which was already cracked in several places, and gently peeled it off.

A standard, pale, and distorted face of a Caucasian man, aged around thirty, was revealed. His features were sharp and deep, but now they were filled with despair and resentment.

"So, you Creation Temple people are just ordinary humans too."

Zhang Heng's voice was flat and emotionless, as if he were simply stating a trivial fact.

"I thought you self-proclaimed representatives of the gods would be different."

"Fuck you! Kill me if you want! The glory of the Temple of Creation... cannot be desecrated!" Dian Sha spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed with all his might.

Zhang Heng, however, was not angry. Instead, he brought his lips close to Dian Sha's ear and, in a voice only the two of them could hear, spoke slowly in a calm yet seductive tone:

"Why don't you understand?!"

"I am the Temple Master, aren't I? This 'sacred artifact' responds to my power, this power that overcomes me... isn't it?"

In that instant, Dian Sha's pupils trembled and contracted violently!

He had never seen the true face of the First Divine Punishment, nor had he ever heard its true voice, and he did not know whether it was male or female, old or young.

To him, the Temple Master was like a mysterious symbol high above the clouds. But the one thing he was absolutely certain of was that the Temple Master possessed the supreme "divine favor" (the power of overcoming obstacles).

It was only because the Temple Master personally activated the fragment of the sacred artifact in his hand, giving it the power to bind Reggie Lechi, that he was able to successfully subdue that electric-type divine beast!

At this moment, this young enemy not only possesses a divine radiance that seems to be a supernatural force, but can also trigger the resonance of fragments of sacred artifacts... Could it be... could it be...?

An idea that made his soul tremble, his faith completely collapse, yet seemed to find a ridiculous anchor, emerged uncontrollably.

His voice trembled violently from extreme fear, confusion, and a sliver of absurd hope: "You...you really are...Lord of the Palace?!"

Zhang Heng slowly straightened up and walked behind Dian Sha, avoiding the direction from which blood might splatter on his chest.

Then, that calm voice rang out again, with a clear hint of mockery, the last syllable drawn out:

"of course……"

The light remaining in the electric shock's eye suddenly shone with a strange, twisted hope because of this affirmative answer.

However, Zhang Heng's next words ruthlessly extinguished this glimmer of hope, along with the flame of his life:

"Hehe... I was just kidding."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Heng moved his right hand.

A cold, scalpel-like light flashed, cutting a precise and brief glint in the dim light of the spirit realm!

"puff--!"

With the sharp tip of a knife, reflecting an excellent medical student's thorough understanding of human anatomy, it precisely pierced upwards from the back of the electric shocker's neck, penetrating the carotid sheath without any obstruction and accurately slicing open his large common carotid artery!

The next second—

"laugh--!!!!!"

A terrifying sound, like a high-pressure water pipe bursting, erupted! Scalding hot blood, propelled by the immense blood pressure pumped by the heart, transformed into a dazzling crimson fountain, gushing out two or three meters away.

The water crashed violently against the charred rock face opposite, making a terrifying "whoosh" sound and instantly staining a large area red.

That's why Zhang Heng walked behind him.

Anyone who frequently participates in or observes surgery knows that a ruptured carotid artery is an extremely dangerous and visually impactful situation, with the spurting column of blood reaching the ceiling of the operating room.

A calm doctor must avoid this unnecessary pollution and visual shock.

Electricity's body suddenly stiffened, convulsing violently like a fish out of water.

He opened his mouth wide, trying to let out a final scream or curse, but Zhang Heng flicked his wrist with an extremely slight movement, and the scalpel blade slid upwards, precisely severing his vocal cords.

We didn't give him the chance to leave his last words.

"Ho... ho ho..."

Only a hoarse, leaky sound, like a broken bellows, could be squeezed out of his throat with difficulty.

The light in his eyes quickly faded, revealing a mixture of disbelief, boundless anger at being mocked, and an eternal resentment that ultimately sank into darkness.

The strength to struggle quickly dissipated, and his body slumped limply on Doronchi's tail.

With a flick of its tail, Dorgon flung the rapidly dying body into a pile of rubble like trash.

Zhang Heng stood up straight, his face expressionless.

Doctors are never cold-blooded people; they hold life in the highest reverence. But they must never be sentimental either.

In the face of illness and trauma, one must remain absolutely calm, even "cold-blooded," in order to make the most correct and accurate judgments and actions.

This is a professional requirement, and also an instinct honed through countless brushes with death.

This was the first time he had personally ended an enemy's life.

There were not many waves in his heart, only a calm and resolute determination that "the hatred for the murderer of one's father is irreconcilable".

To be merciful to the enemy is to be cruel to oneself and those one is meant to protect.

He gracefully took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped away the few specks of blood that had splattered on his hands. His movements were unhurried, as if he had just completed a delicate operation rather than a life-or-death killing.

After wiping it clean, he casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief next to the corpse of the electric demon.

Then, he lifted his foot and gently lifted the hem of Dian Sha's tattered white cloak with his toes.

Sure enough, on the leather belt around his waist was a Master Ball, a deep purple Pokémon surrounded by extraordinary energy fluctuations—the very same one that had bound Regigigas.

With a flick of his toe, Zhang Heng sent the Master Ball tumbling off and rolling onto the ground covered in gravel and blood.

Without needing to give any further orders, the loyal martial arts bear master stepped forward, his massive foot, powerful enough to crush a metal bullet, carrying immense force.

Without hesitation, he stomped down hard on the Masterball on the ground!

“Bang—boom!!!”

It wasn't the normal sound of a Poké Ball opening, but rather a muffled thud like a small explosion!

The specially made Master Ball's outer shell instantly twisted and cracked under that terrifying force, and the intricate binding energy circuit inside was completely destroyed, exploding into unrecognizable fragments and scattered energy points.

Without the forced restraint of the Poké Ball and the remote link, Regigigas, who was suppressed and battered by Heatran in the distance, suddenly shuddered, and the dim, dark gold energy patterns on his body quickly dissipated like faded oil paint.

A hint of confusion seemed to flash in its empty eyes, followed by weakness, but a kind of innate, legendary Pokémon-like self-awareness was slowly returning.

It temporarily became a true, ownerless Pokémon.

After doing all this, Zhang Heng slowly turned around and looked at his father, Zhang Leiyuan, who had been watching them intently with a complicated expression.

His gaze was clear and calm as he asked, "Dad, do you want to try to tame this Regigi, or... kill it to prevent future trouble?"

Looking at his son's series of calm, decisive, and even somewhat ruthless actions, Zhang Leiyuan's initial astonishment had long since turned into deep satisfaction and pride.

He saw in his son the decisiveness of a strong person, his clear control over the overall situation, and even more so, the composure that had grown rapidly and was capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.