"I lost, so I lost. There's no excuse for it, and you don't need to comfort me," Asen said calmly.
What he said was exactly the same as Sato. As expected, a genius's mental resilience was beyond that of ordinary people.
Eichi smiled faintly. "I knew you'd say that. All right, I'm heading up first."
Asen added one last thing, "I really hope you win the championship."
With that, the two brushed past each other. A slight smile rose on Eichi's lips as he walked forward.
On the other side, Rex came face-to-face with Rishiu.
Rex laughed. "Not good enough, Rishiu. I can't believe you got beaten that badly."
Rishiu smiled and shook his head. "Don't make fun of me. Let me remind you of something—my instincts tell me that Eichi may be hiding even more than Asen. If you aren't careful, you might not even know how you lost."
Rex's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing that, but he still smiled. "Don't worry. I'll never underestimate any opponent."
Rishiu said, "Then good luck."
Eichi and Rishiu stood at opposite ends of the Battle Arena.
Rex asked, "I heard from Rishiu that you're very strong. I hope you can give me a little surprise."
Eichi smiled. "Please teach me."
In the stands, Sato, Kona, Xiao Ye, and everyone else from the Chengdu region stared intently at the Battle Arena.
Among them, Xiao Ye clenched her fists tightly, extraordinarily nervous.
On the VIP Stand, Director Liu silently cheered Eichi on.
Come on, little Eichi.
"Please release your Pokémon."
Rex had golden hair and wore black clothes, with a row of wrist guards hanging from the sleeves on his arms.
Three Poké Balls were embedded in each of them, six in total.
Rex twisted off the first Poké Ball on his left arm.