The spectators stared in stunned silence.
Only when the commentator congratulated Baimu did applause roll through the crowd like a wave, accompanied by cries of admiration.
"Another two-for-one. He reminds me of Leon."
"He countered every one of Centiskorch's tactics. And that Quick Attack just now was so cool!"
"Ah! Someone on the blogs says he beat a member of the Elite Four before!"
"Old news~"
"What level are the Elite Four? Are they really strong?"
Most spectators from the Galar Region had no idea how strong the Elite Four were, but not everyone there was from Galar.
Those who weren't knew exactly how powerful the Elite Four were, ranking just below the Champion.
Of the Galar League's eighteen Pokémon Gyms, ten were unofficial reserve Gyms. How many Leaders of the remaining eight could be considered Elite Four level?
They wanted to see them clash!
Watching Baimu pet both the big and little dragons below, the spectators immediately launched an online poll calling for him to face Raihan and tagged the World Championships' official account.
Plenty of polls like this had appeared today, usually pitting famous Galar trainers or Gym Leaders against each other.
They might not do any good, but plenty of people loved joining in. Within minutes, the vote had passed a thousand. As for how many voters were actually at the venue...
Who could say?
Inside the venue.
Baimu heaped praise on Dragapult for its brilliant performance.
The Socially Awkward Dragon looked too embarrassed to bear it, but unlike before, it hadn't turned invisible the moment the match ended. Its translucent tail wagged harder than anyone's, making Baimu's eyelid twitch.
If that tail hit his arm or face...
"Eeya!"
"Eeya~"
The two Facehuggers shrieked and lunged at him, smacking onto their trainer's face one after the other.