So You're the Fucking Wallace?!

It was as if his worries had become reality.

On the distant horizon, through the gaps between layers of high-rises, a pitch-black circular giant shadow was slowly rising over the wilderness of the Dragon King Tournament.

Because it was too far away, Heiduo could not see it clearly. Yet in his daze, he seemed to make out two long, snake-like figures swimming within that circular shadow, moving with wild, unrestrained postures!

Other than that, he could not see anything else.

Case closed.

Lance's super-duper gigantic bubble.

And the two enormous Dragonair making that bubble.

Heiduo lowered his binoculars. He felt a little nervous, but also somewhat relieved, because he was truly far too far from the Dragon King Tournament venue.

Umbreon hurried over and asked whether he had seen something again.

"Check the forums!" Heiduo tossed out the words without answering, then turned and headed for the computer. Being far away had its pros and cons. The downside was that even with his physique, he could not make out what was happening at the arena. If he wanted to see everything clearly, he would at least have to go to the New District. But there might be photos on the forums!

—Never underestimate Trainers' adventurous spirit—their death wish!

Heiduo had every reason to believe that the Trainers in the New District would ignore the torrential rain and danger, rush over to take pictures, and post them online to show off.

But just then.

Knock, knock, knock!

There came an urgent knocking from the door.

The room instantly fell silent.

Heiduo and Umbreon froze where they stood. Five seconds later, they looked at each other. One was solemn, while the other was panicking. Heiduo was worried that his reputation, which had spread passively among the Dragon People, might make the Pokémon