Pokémon Dimensional Hunter - A Visual Mishaps

Suddenly, a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the shadows behind him. Gengar's tongue licked the meeting minutes book, leaving corrosive marks on the page about the "Common Trainer Support Program".

Wang Jian twirled his jade thumb ring, the jade face reflecting his sinister smile: "I heard that kid's starter Pokémon is Corviknight? His strength has reached the Gym level, he's quite a talent, but he's just a nobody with no power."

"I think Lu Hai just wants to continue suppressing us."

“Old Wang is right, Lu Hai is trying to suppress us.” Zheng Wei replied quickly, the silver cufflinks on his sleeves being the latest move limiters from Silver Company. “Now the power of our six major families has shrunk by more than half, and the family resources have also shrunk considerably.”

"This has left very few trainers in our family these past few years."

"Cough cough cough!!" Wu Tian suddenly coughed violently, the hidden injury on his neck aching faintly in the rain.

Twenty years ago, during the battle for the pseudo-legendary Pokémon egg, Metagross from the Land and Sea used Comet Punch to blast him and his Skarmory into a rock wall.

"Ahem... He rejected all the scions of noble families back then, so what's the big deal about taking in a commoner now? If you ask me, I'd just arrange an accident for that kid..."

“New rules for the new era.” Lin Feng raised his hand to stop him, and Gengar immediately exhaled a semi-transparent black smoke that enveloped the conference room, which even Espeon’s psychic power could not penetrate. “The Shanghai Freshman League in three months, let all the kids play with him.”

"If we really take direct action against that brat, you can handle Lu Hai's madness, Wu Tian. Don't treat others like fools."

Lin Feng glanced at Wu Tian meaningfully as he finished speaking.

"By the way, didn't Old Zhou's twin Gyarados just learn the Blizzard move?" Sun Wen suddenly grinned, the crystal chandelier reflecting a cold light off his glasses. "Getting the meteorological department to approve artificial snowfall during the league shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Zhou Hong's withered fingers suddenly gripped the handrail tightly, and the fire-breathing dragon above the training field let out a defiant roar.

He recalled the Gyarados breeding farm expansion application that had been rejected by Lu Hai last month, and a dull, grating laugh escaped his throat: "Corviknight's flight advantage is useless in blizzards..."

“I still have a batch of Lava Amplifiers specially made by Silver Company in my warehouse.” Wang Jian turned the jade ring faster, and the jade facet scratched a fine mark on the cover of the “New Era Trainer Training Program”. “Equip them on the children’s Magmar, and that’ll be enough to let that kid experience the extremes of ice and fire.”

Zheng Wei suddenly pressed down on the vibrating silver cufflink, and a holographic projection shot out from the limiter.

In the video, Zhao Xuan's Steel Crow is using its steel wings to cut through a ten-meter-thick alloy target, and data is rapidly flowing through his pupils: "The anti-ice coating needs to be used in conjunction with electric-type moves, and the conductive fibers with a triple helix structure... will be tested next week."

Suddenly, the carved window frames were blown open by a strong wind, and torrential rain, accompanied by the hiss of a cold-spine dragon, swept into the conference room.

The Espeon, curled up on the carpet, suddenly bristled, and its psychic barrier froze the rain in mid-air.

Everyone looked at the swaying shadow behind Lin Feng—Gengar had half of its body stuck in the alternate dimension.

"Three months from now, I want to see that kid crawling out of the battlefield crying, so that Lu Hai will know how terribly wrong he was." Lin Feng blew away the ice shards floating on the tea. His scarlet eyes in the shadow suddenly split into six pairs, each pair of pupils reflecting the crest of a noble family. "Didn't the Sun family's kid just complete his Charizard Mega Evolution training? Let's save him for the grand finale surprise."

"Knock knock knock~~" As the celadon teacup tapped on the mahogany 4.2 table again, six encrypted commands had already been sent to different training grounds via the Poké Ball transmission network.

Wu Tian's old neck wound began to bleed again. He stared at the faint icy marks in the downpour and quietly tightened his grip on the black Poké Ball in his pocket.

In the center of them was a projector displaying all of Zhao Xuan's information.

However, the information above is from the previous few months.

For example, the information about the cat that has evolved into Xeno'jiiva and Aggron has not been updated; there is only information about the cat that was Xeno'jiiva and Aggron.

Corviknight's strength level only indicates the early stage of the Gym.

Instead of the later stages of the dojo today.

If those six old guys knew Zhao Xuan's current strength, they probably wouldn't have any bad intentions.

Of course, none of them knew any of this, and it was destined that all of their schemes would fail.

Chapter 217 Ghost Bus

That night, Zhao Xuan took Li Yunjie home.

So they went to find something to eat.

At the bus stop, Zhao Xuan was scrolling through his phone, looking at the news from the past few days, feeling a bit bored.

Last night, he heard from Jiang Tianhao and the others that many strange things had happened in Shanghai in the past few days, and the authorities had sent people to clean them up.

However, strange occurrences continued to emerge like mushrooms after rain, so the authorities have now issued a notice that ordinary people should avoid going out after 10 p.m.

The blue light from the phone screen highlighted Zhao Xuan's furrowed brows. Below the scrolling text of the emergency news channel, the screen suddenly switched to a nine-grid display of surveillance footage from various locations.

"Breaking news from our station: the last train on Shanghai Metro Line 2 was abruptly stopped at 23:17 last night." The female host's voice was crackling with static. "The surveillance footage showed an unidentified white figure in the carriage. After investigation, it was confirmed that there were only 7 passengers on board at the time."

The image freezes on the blurry reflection in the glass, where a strange human-shaped silhouette is looming between three rows of empty seats.

Almost simultaneously, surveillance cameras along the Qinhuai River in Nanjing captured an even more horrifying scene: a woman dressed in Ming Dynasty opera costume walked barefoot across a stone bridge, dropping an embroidered shoe every three steps. 22 When patrolling police officers caught up with her at the bridgehead, the embroidered shoes, soaked in river water, suddenly floated into the air and burst into flames, dark red blood seeping from the ashes.

"A human-shaped blood ice sculpture was found in the kitchen of a hot pot restaurant in Rongcheng." The camera cut to the scene, which was pixelated, showing congealed blood clots floating in the boiling red oil pot, and a twisted human-shaped ice crystal in the freezer, which was still in the posture of banging on the cabinet door.

The forensic report showed that the deceased's body temperature plummeted to -20 degrees Celsius within five minutes, while the freezer temperature remained at 5 degrees Celsius.

Aerial footage of a village in Lingnan shows an old banyan tree, so large it takes three people to encircle it, with countless scarlet roots hanging down. Several unconscious villagers are entangled in the roots, and the same patterns as the tree roots are clearly visible on their ankles.

Even more bizarrely, dozens of cocoon-like objects were hanging from the tree canopy, with human faces vaguely visible rising and falling beneath the cocoons.

"Large-scale energy residue discovered in abandoned mines in northern desert." The news suddenly interrupted with a satellite cloud image, showing eerie green spots shimmering deep in the Gobi Desert.

The helmet camera of the scientific expedition team, which went deep into the mine tunnel, recorded the last scene: at the end of the rusty mine cart track, a bronze coffin carved with taotie patterns was oozing blood beads, and the dense bloody handprints on the stone wall suddenly began to move.

Looking at this information, Zhao Xuan muttered to himself, "These are truly turbulent times. These strange occurrences are happening so frequently. Could something have happened to Uncle Jiu?"

You should know that most of the strangeness in their world comes from Uncle Nine's world.

But now, with so many strange events happening in his world, he can't help but have doubts.

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan raised his head and looked into the distance. He saw a red Hummer approaching, which made him narrow his eyes involuntarily.

None of that is the most important thing. The most important thing is that behind that red Hummer, there was a bus, and it was the kind that exuded an eerie aura.

"Screech!!" With two braking sounds, the red Hummer passed Zhao Xuan, while the ghostly bus stopped in front of him.

Blood-red moonlight pierced through the rusted windows, casting crooked grids on the carriage floor. Zhao Xuan's expression remained calm—more than twenty people sat in those empty seats.

The elderly man in the front row, wearing a Zhongshan suit, turned his neck 180 degrees backward, and three bluish-purple infant arms emerged from the gap in the back of his head, clutching a yellowed copy of the "Shenbao" newspaper and flipping through it.

A woman in a floral cheongsam was kneeling in the middle of the aisle. Her spine bulged out one by one, tearing through the fabric. Each bulge had a cloudy eyeball embedded in it. At that moment, they were all turning towards the car door.

The most horrifying thing was the writhing black shadow in the back row, with countless festering human faces floating in the shadows. Every time a face opened its mouth, blood-streaked copper coins would clatter and fall, accumulating into a bizarre Bagua pattern under the seat.

The car windows were suddenly covered with frost, and Zhao Xuan then realized that none of the passengers were breathing warm air.

"Beep—" The electronic announcement broke the silence. As the roof lights flickered on and off, Zhao Xuan saw that all the people's ankles were tied with semi-transparent chains.

The other end of the chain sank into the carriage floor, emitting a soft whimper as the vehicle jolted. Suddenly, the newspaper in the hands of the old man in the front row oozed with black blood like tar, and the headline of the 1943 front page was twisted in the bloodstains into "The seventh month of the Renyin year, the road to the underworld is open."

Suddenly, the dark shadow at the rear of the vehicle emitted dozens of overlapping shrill laughs, and the ground covered with copper coins began to boil.

At the same time, all the passengers' necks made a sickeningly sharp cracking sound, and more than twenty ashen faces turned to his split mouth, which was almost torn to the roots of his ears.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Xuan's eyes.

"Röntgen cats, come out and let them know who's in charge of this world," Zhao Xuan said coldly.

As Zhao Xuan finished speaking, a Poké Ball at his waist was opened.

With a "bang!", a red light flashed, and the Lion King-like Xeno'jiiva cat appeared in the arena, its body crackling with electricity, and the cement ground where its limbs touched showed signs of being scorched by electricity.

The crimson moonlight suddenly twisted into a spiral shape, and the electromagnetic field that erupted from the Röntgen cat's mane caused all the streetlights within a ten-meter radius to explode.

Spiderweb-like blue and white arcs of electricity appeared on the asphalt surface, each arc precisely wrapping around the ghost bus's tires, anchoring the entire vehicle in place. 510

"Thunder Prison." Zhao Xuan tapped his wristwatch lightly.

"Roar!!" The Röntgen cat roared to the sky, shattering the glass, and nine purplish-blue lightning bolts instantly descended from the night sky. These lightning bolts condensed into liquid the moment they touched the roof of the car, seeping into the cabin like mercury through the gaps in the windows.

Suddenly, the newspaper "Shen Bao" in the hands of the elderly man in the front row burst into a ghostly blue flame, and the 1943 typeface twisted into disintegrating seal script in the fire.

The woman in the floral cheongsam had her spine and eyeballs burst one after another, and the pus and blood were ionized into a foul-smelling mist before they even hit the ground.

The dark shadow at the rear of the vehicle emitted a sharp metallic scraping sound, and the boiling copper coins melted into red-hot iron, outlining a charred yin-yang pattern on the ground.

The entire ghost bus began to vibrate rapidly, and the rusty exterior peeled off, revealing the densely packed runes inside.

These soul-suppressing talismans, written with corpse oil, writhed wildly under the influence of lightning, eventually bursting into golden lightning fire. More than twenty translucent chains appeared in the flames, their ends tied to the beating hearts of the passengers.

The Röntgen cat slammed its right paw into the ground, causing underground water pipes within a hundred-meter radius to burst simultaneously. The towering column of water was shaped by the electromagnetic field into three hundred lightning swords, the cat's-eye patterns on the hilts flashing in sync with the crystal core on its forehead.

As its pupils contracted, the lightning sword pierced through the carriage like a torrential rain, pinning those hearts to the ashes of the burning talismans.

Chapter 218 Zhao Li

All of this happened in an instant; the entire bus was as if it had been shattered into pieces.

The eerie creatures inside vanished without even uttering a scream.

"Whoosh!!" Just then, a sound of tearing through the air reached Zhao Xuan's ears.

"Clang!" Zhao Xuan only turned his head to look, and saw a sharp blade stopped in front of him, and a waveguide shield protecting Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan's eyelids didn't even tremble, and a faint blue arc appeared at his fingertips.

Aura energy flowed deep within his pupils, and the surrounding air suddenly froze. The tip of the blade was only three inches from his brow, yet it seemed unable to penetrate any further, as if it were plunging into a ton of mercury. The metal blade suddenly emitted a piercing, mournful cry, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly along its edge.

"boom!"

A shockwave carrying blue light exploded, instantly shattering the blade into dust. A sharp metallic clang echoed from the shadows as the attacker's blood, spurting from his hand, dripped onto the asphalt with a hissing sound.

Zhao Xuan's clothes fluttered without wind, and waveguide energy flowed around him like liquid starlight as he coldly watched the black figure staggering backward in the shadows of the street corner.

"Roar!!" At the same time, the Röntgen roared angrily, and a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck the shadowy figure that had ambushed Zhao Xuan.

"Damn it!! Kid, did you have to be so ruthless?!" The shadowy figure's pupils constricted sharply upon seeing this, and he shouted loudly.

However, Zhao Xuan did not speak. Instead, he looked at the figures who were hurriedly dodging, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Xuan recognized this person; wasn't he Zhao Li from "The Ferryman"?

But what puzzled him was how Zhao Li appeared in this world. He was certain that this world had not been integrated into this world.

If it existed, the authorities would have discovered it long ago.

Therefore, Zhao Xuan was certain that there was no such person as Zhao Li in this world.

Although I don't know how Zhao Li came to be in this world.

But since he dared to attack him, Zhao Xuan would not show any mercy.

The asphalt road shattered in the lightning, and golden lightning crackled up all over the Röntgen cat's fur.

Zhao Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; his body was covered in burn marks.

At this moment, Zhao Li was filled with regret. He should have known better than to attack that brat, or he would be in so much trouble now.

He never imagined that a mere kid in this world would possess such strength; it was truly terrifying.

Originally, he was just sent by Hades to scout the way, but seeing that there were quite a few strange things here, he couldn't help but grab some.

He never expected that the brat would ruin all his efforts that night, which made him so angry that he launched an attack.

"100,000 volts! ~!"

Just then, Zhao Xuan's calm voice rang out again.

"Crack!!!" Immediately afterwards, an even more terrifying bolt of lightning, like a thunder dragon baring its fangs and claws, rapidly struck Zhao Li.

"Damn it!! You son of a bitch!" Zhao Li was shocked when he saw this and quickly dodged away.

"Boom!!" Wherever the lightning passed, the ground was shattered into charcoal.

"Thunderstorm Domain!"

After his first attack failed, Zhao Xuan's voice rang out again.

"Roar!!" The Röntgen cat roared, its fur suddenly gleaming with a metallic sheen. The air within a ten-meter radius was suddenly filled with high-voltage static electricity, and the gravel on the asphalt road began to float eerily.

Zhao Li's pupils suddenly contracted, and a blood-weeping blade appeared in his hand without him even noticing.

He bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the blade: "Open the way to the Yellow Springs!"

A crimson blade flashed, cleaving the night sky and tearing a dark rift in mid-air. Countless pale, ghostly hands emerged from the rift, reaching for the Röntgen cat, which was gathering lightning.

"A mere trick." Upon seeing this, Zhao Xuan did not panic but sneered, and a wave guide power emerged deep in his pupils.

The power of the waveguide materialized into a solidified blue chain, which twisted the ghost hand into phosphorescent flames the instant it touched Xanthius.

The boy stood in the center of the mist like a god: "Ten Thousand Volts - Thunder Dragon Break!"

The world suddenly brightened.

"Roar!!" A bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket twisted into a ferocious dragon shape in the rain, with purple-gold arcs of electricity leaping between its scales. The moment Zhao Li parried with his sword, the Taotie pattern engraved on the blade suddenly came to life, opening its blood-red maw and swallowing half of the lightning into the void.

But the residual current still blasted him more than ten meters away, carving black furrows into the asphalt road on his back.