Public Outrage

"Let's congratulate contestant Jing He for successfully defending his Master Ball Class throne!"

Once the result was confirmed, the host's impassioned voice rang throughout the entire stadium.

The crowd erupted in its warmest cheers.

This match had offered not only a clash of tactics, but also a fiery collision between Trainers, Pokémon, and opponents. It had absolutely been worth the price of admission.

Teacher Jing He was as strong as ever.

As for N, though he had lost, he had also earned widespread recognition and praise.

"Even though he lost, I have to admit N is incredibly strong. His tactical reserves and tactical 'literacy' are both outstanding. No wonder he's Teacher Jing He's student."

"Six to one? It looks like he lost, but he actually won big! Taking even one point off Teacher Jing He is something only the Elite Four could probably manage, right?"

"Teacher Jing He needs to truly understand that this is a Masters Tournament, not a Baby Cup!"

"Teacher Jing He, won on the surface but lost in reality!"

Reading some of the online comments, Jing He could not help wanting to laugh.

What were they even talking about?

Did they really expect him to fight the Masters Tournament like it was a Baby Cup?

These people looked like haters one by one, but if they were "cut open," every last one of them would definitely turn out to be his fans.

Haters turned fans. Case closed.

Better than fans turning into haters.

Putting away his phone, Jing He looked at the Black and White Dragons before him. His eyes narrowed, carrying a hint of danger.

"You two."

We were just here to take a look.

Zekrom nudged Reshiram with its wing, signaling that it had said so, right?

Yes! Yes! Reshiram nodded earnestly.

What a