Tyranitar! Tyranitar!

You never knew which would come first—surprise or shock.

Just when Sato thought he could catch up to Wallace and the other "Champion candidates" through hard strength alone, without relying on Dark Power or using a Mega Evolution Stone.

Life dealt him another crushing blow! A breakthrough in the heat of battle, from Pseudo-Elite Four to Elite Four level!

How had he run into something like this? In the VIP viewing room, Damalanchi and Lance took three steps in two, rushing straight to the railing and craning their necks to take a closer look.

"That's right. This Milotic has already broken through to Elite Four level!" Lance said quietly, unable to stop himself from sighing for Sato.

That last step was the Champion Trophy! At that moment, Lance had completely forgotten President Damalanchi's prediction that Sato's Kirlia had been hiding its true strength.

"Wallace... Wallace... Hoenn Region has truly produced quite a few talents these years. If I remember correctly, Sato's teacher is Elite Four Genji as well, isn't he?"

"Yes, President! Elite Four Genji has praised this disciple of his more than once in front of us." The Hoenn Representative stepped forward with a fawning grin.

The way he said it made it sound as if Hoenn Region had swept the top two places in this competition.

Oh, no!

If Ryoko and Phoebe were included, then they had swept all of the top four!

Damalanchi chuckled, glanced at the Hoenn Representative without responding, then turned his attention back to the match on the field.

That single glance made the Hoenn Representative feel as if he were under crushing pressure, a layer of fine sweat instantly appearing across his forehead.

"Hm? Is Sato preparing to let Tyranitar make one final desperate attempt?" Lance suddenly asked curiously, drawing everyone's attention back