Tournament Champion! Xia Chen, the Demon King!

That was indeed the case. No matter how outstanding Red and his Pokémon performed, Xia Chen always calmly suppressed them with even more brilliant tactics.

From the initial battle between the two Pseudo-Legendary Pokémon, to the Dynamax clash, and now the Mega Evolution battle, it had always been this way.

A sense of powerlessness was perhaps the most fitting description of Red throughout the entire match.

When the way is a foot higher, the devil is ten feet higher.

Even if Pikachu flew into the sky, Sylveon could still slam it back down. What else could he do?

Watching Red's calm yet stubborn expression, the spectators could not help but sigh inwardly. If they had been dealt this hand, would they not have crumbled as early as the clash between Dragonite and Dragapult?

Or perhaps, if the two trainers had swapped lineups, could Xia Chen have produced an even more dazzling performance with Red's Pokémon?

Perhaps not.

But all of that was impractical, pointless speculation.

Whose Pokémon had not been painstakingly raised?

There was a saying widely circulated among trainers: "One minute in battle, ten years in the training room."

The greatest gap in Pokémon Battles did not lie in on-the-spot reactions and commands, but in the daily cultivation and training done outside the battlefield!

Xia Chen's dominance in this tournament was obvious to the naked eye, yet not a single person found it undeserved.

Over the past three years, everyone had clearly watched him grow step by step, becoming stronger bit by bit.

He had earned this.

Standing straight at the edge of the battlefield, Xia Chen and the gorgeous, elegant Mega Diancie before him seemed to be silently declaring—

Want to defeat me? As long as you're strong enough, I'll be waiting anytime!

But unfortunately, Red, standing on