On an Antarctic glacier.
Snowflakes drifted down, and bitter winds howled.
A handsome man riding a Mandibuzz flew out of a flying device.
Looking down from above, the man sneered, "Jiang Zimo, you're getting more and more useless. After all this time, you still haven't managed to capture a mere Wang Yao?"
Standing amid the wind and snow, Jiang Zimo remained unangered and replied expressionlessly, "Yuan Wei, if you think you're so capable, you're welcome to try."
Yuan Wei snorted and took out a document. "As it happens, Giovanni has already assigned this matter to me. Just enjoy your retirement here."
With that, Yuan Wei ordered Mandibuzz to ascend.
Jiang Zimo simply watched him leave with his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering in the snow as his figure gradually disappeared into the blizzard.
"It's my turn!"
Ye Qing perked up. Once he finished this match, he could advance to the Top Eight!
Most importantly, his opponent's Pokémon had been badly injured in an earlier match, so Garchomp could practically win without lifting a finger.
"Good luck!"
The people around Ye Qing offered their well wishes, marveling that while they could understand others having such luck, even this guy Ye Qing had managed to catch a lucky break.
Seeing Ye Qing prepare to take the field, Su Yiqin perked up a little in another section of the stands.
Apart from the four National Team members, she knew no one in this section, and those four were so boring.
Zhao Ling never said a word, only offering a few words when the discussion turned to Ye Qing.
Li Zifan was a chatterbox, but nothing he said had much substance.
As for Long Zinuo, there was no point even mentioning him. He was practically a copy of the Dragon