Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

The faces on the mountainside were clearly those of the original owners of the evil thoughts that had been devoured.

At this moment, they are becoming part of the power of the Martial Arts Bear Master.

Compared to Li Chen's Pokémon.

This Ice Crystal Li Chen has significantly fewer Pokémon.

and......

Those who joined the team all brought various...

Negative emotions.

The ice crystal figure's body suddenly split into four ice mirrors, each reflecting the drastically different trajectories of the two teams' fates.

On the left is Li Chen's team in reality:

The martial arts bear master meditated under the waterfall, surrounded by a large group of bear disciples.

Gyarados soars through the clear sky, with Pidgey perched atop its head, its iridescent scales reflecting the sunlight;

The aluminum-steel bridge's metallic body gleamed with a rational luster in the morning mist;

The Moon Bear lay lazily in the sea of ​​flowers, its crescent moon mark on its chest shining brightly.

On the right is a mirror image from the ice crystal memory:

The martial arts master sat alone on the throne of corpses, the black silk wrapped around his arms materialized from evil thoughts.

Gyarados coiled on the frozen lake, the carcass of Pidgey rested on its head, and every iridescent scale reflected the hunters' terrified faces.

The aluminum-steel bridge dragon was bloodthirsty, his eyes flashing with the calculation of revenge;

The crescent moon on Moon Bear's chest was stained with blood, and its feet trod on the ruins of various places.

"The same kind of encounter..."

The figure's voice suddenly distorted into a dual audio track.

“Different…souls.”

"Hahahahaha!"

Suddenly it laughed.

The laughter, accompanied by a grating metallic scraping sound, vibrated in the vacuum, creating visible ripples.

"System? Inheritance?"

"You think you can fight against true darkness by relying on the power bestowed by that god's identity?"

Suddenly, countless brutal battle scenes flashed through my memory.

The army of the Divine Society surged in like a tidal wave;

The dark red energy of the Void Tana tore through the sky;

The boy stood alone amidst the ruins, cradling the dying martial arts bear master in his arms...

"When you're playing the championship game under the system's protection..."

"I have already forged my soul into a weapon."

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you."

Li Chen waved his hand.

"After the Shi family dinner, I went to Shanghai, where there was a competition that would take me to Japan to participate in."

"During the competition, I remained as powerful as ever, defeating all opponents. The Ye family and the Shangguan family were all my defeated foe."

"Especially that one named Shangguan Yunyan, her fans said her Ampharos could one-shot my Gyarados. And what happened? I still managed to defeat it."

The icy figure's fingertips conjured an ice sculpture-like arena in Shanghai, freezing the faces of the densely packed spectators in a moment of terror.

"Those scions of aristocratic families..."

"It can't even withstand one of my Gyarados's reverse scales."

The memory suddenly focused on the image of a girl kneeling on the field.

Her electric dragon was pierced through a vital spot by the rainbow-colored reverse scale, and the ice crystals that had formed at the wound were spreading at a visible speed.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the fans who had been holding up signs that read "Yunyan will win" were now frantically tearing at their support clothing.

"The eldest daughter of the Shangguan family?"

"Ampharos's 100,000 Volts instantly kills Gyarados?"

It suddenly crushed the ice crystal in its hand, and in the flying shards, the image of Ampharos being rubbed against the protective shield by Gyarados appeared.

The most terrifying thing was that every single ice shard in those flying ice crystals reflected Shangguan Yunyan's expression of collapse and sobbing.

The icy figure's lips curled into a sickly smile, and an ice sculpture of Shangguan Yunyan's tearful eyes formed at her fingertips.

"The most beautiful form of humanity..."

It gently exhaled a breath of cold air, covering the corners of the ice sculpture's eyes with frost.

"Isn't it just the moment hope is shattered?"

The scene shifts to a flight at 10,000 meters altitude, where the young man is caressing his newly won championship trophy.

There were still traces of blood in the crevices of those metal reliefs.

As the plane flew through thunderclouds, the entire cabin was suddenly pulled into another dimension.

Outside the porthole, the Evil Spirit, wearing a shattered mask, floated in the void, its body shrouded in suffocating resentment.

"You want the power of revenge?"

The boy simply beckoned with his finger.

An icy blue light seeped from the cracks in the mask of the evil spirit.

The resentment that had accumulated over hundreds of years resonated with the ice-touch energy in the boy's body!

And beneath the mask of the elusive monster.

The eye sockets, which should have been filled with hope, now pulsed with an icy blue flame identical to the boy's right eye.

The fingertips of the icy figure conjured up the grand scene of the university exchange competition. The young man stood on the podium, his figure under the spotlight like a drawn sword.

"Those so-called chosen ones..."

It gently shattered an ice sculpture trophy engraved with the school emblem.

"They don't even qualify me to use my full strength."

The memory shifts to the post-match reception, where a girl in a cherry blossom kimono is gracefully walking in, holding a teacup.

In the close-up shot, her fingers trembled slightly as she handed over the business card.

The words "Sakurada Yukari" were exceptionally clear in the ice crystals.

"A very special girl..."

The voice of the human figure rarely carried warmth.

"She is the only one who can see through how much bloodshed is hidden in my moves."

The scene switches to a training session at the dojo.

A girl and a boy's Pokémon clash under the moonlight.

Each of her precise tactical predictions caused the icy blue flames in the boy's eyes to waver slightly.

In all the memories frozen by ice crystals, Sakurada Yukari's figure always retains its vibrant colors.

When she bowed, the boy's subconscious return gesture was the only moment in all his actions that was devoid of hostility.

The scene changes.

Sakurada Yukari knelt quietly in the corner of the dojo, wiping the blood-stained Poké Ball from the boy's body.

Her movements were gentle and focused, as if she were holding not a weapon, but a fragile treasure.

"What interesting toys..."

The figure's voice suddenly turned playful, and the image of a girl covered in wounds yet still stubbornly following appeared on the surface of the ice crystal.

"The more brutally they are treated..."

"The light in her eyes... only grew brighter."

Fragments of memory flashed through several brutal scenes:

Amidst the torrential rain, a young girl, dragging her broken arm, brought him dry clothes.

In the frigid secret realm, she used her body heat to melt his frozen fingers;

Even after he deliberately threw her beloved Six-Tails into the Cave of Evil.

Despite being covered in wounds, she retrieved his lost ring...

A cherry blossom petal condensed at the fingertips of the icy figure, freezing into a blood-red ice crystal just before it touched the ground.

"How foolish..."

It gazed into Sakurada Yukari's smiling eyes reflected in the ice crystals.

"You clearly see the color of my soul... yet you still fly like a moth to a flame."

......

......

The memory suddenly shifted to the depths of a dark, secret realm.

Ao Shiyao's clothes were torn to shreds by thorns, and the Pokémon chasing behind her had an abnormal red light flickering in its eyes.

As she stumbled and fell at the boy's feet, her bloodied palms left long marks on the moss.

"help me!"

Her voice trembled and trembled with sobs.

"I'm willing to pay any price."

The boy crouched down, his icy blue right eye reflecting the girl's despairing face.

He gently lifted her chin, his fingertips condensing into a ring of icy patterns on her neck:

"remember..."

"You yourself... pawned your soul to the devil."

The images in my memory sway subtly between reality and illusion.

"The contract needs...a deeper bond."

Its voice carried a dangerous tenderness as its fingertips traced the frozen ice mirror.

In the mirror, Ao Shiyao's pale face still had teardrops clinging to her eyelashes, while the boy's icy fingers gently traced the contract lines on her neck.

"Don't cry..."

The voice in my memory carried a strange, indulgent quality.

"Soon... you won't feel the pain anymore."

"Then, embrace pleasure..."

The close-up shot focuses on the overlapping shadows of the two people.

The girl's shadow was gradually eroded by the icy blue, while the ice crystal in the boy's right eye began to melt abnormally.

afterwards.

From the folds of the bed sheet that Ao Shiyao was clutching tightly, pale blue light spots were seeping out, resonating with the boy's waveguide.

Countless scenes of ice crystals shimmering.

Sakurada Yukari's gentle eyes, Ao Shiyao's broken tearful gaze.

But in an instant, it turned into dust.

"What a pity..."