Gouming was the longest-serving of the current Elite Four, and also a powerful Psychic-type user.
Even past half a hundred, his imposing presence still carried an overwhelming sense of intimidation.
But Sato chose him.
Without hesitation.
In Elite Four level battles, Type Advantage still greatly influenced the final outcome.
Dark Type was immune to Psychic Type. If Sato did not take advantage of such a massive edge, he would have to be an idiot.
Most People felt that Sato's choice was rational and correct.
But there were exceptions.
"Does he really think he can wrestle with the Elite Four? Ridiculous!"
Dragon Tamer Yang watched Sato slowly walk behind Elite Four Gouming with a smile on his face, but inwardly, he was filled with disdain.
The Match Rules were very clear: the top two from each group could advance to the quarterfinals, and the current Elite Four would definitely occupy one of those spots.
Therefore, competing for the second slot was what challengers like them should be doing.
Trying to face the Elite Four head-on now was simply the stupidest possible move.
If he lost, at best his fighting strength would suffer; at worst, his mentality would be shattered.
If he won... could he really win? Did he really think the current Elite Four were useless fools who would let him win so easily? Go wash up and sleep. You could have anything in your dreams!
Still, Dragon Tamer Yang maintained a kindly appearance on the surface. His persona as a handsome, warm uncle had attracted no shortage of fangirl fans over the past month.
After Sato made his choice, it was Shu Du's turn as second place.
He stepped forward two paces and likewise looked over the Four Elite Four.
When he saw Sato, Shu Du nodded at him,