Although the man was surprised by Xia You's idea and felt it was entirely unnecessary given his strength, he still respected it.
What if this man's hobby was simply crushing weak opponents?
What if he liked playing the underdog, working his way up from the lowest rank to the highest?
If that really was the case, they could hardly force him to give up his fun.
Besides, they believed that, with this man's strength, becoming one of the Masters Eight was only a matter of time.
"I understand." The man nodded, then took a tablet from inside his jacket and placed it on the table. "We respect your choice. If you have no other questions, I can register you right now."
It was clear that the man was being very deferential.
That was only natural. Since they had taken the initiative to approach Xia You, it meant they had been following his various competitions. They must have seen the final of the Lily of the Valley Conference, and given Xia You's performance then, directly granting him a place among the Masters Eight would have been perfectly reasonable. In fact, even that fell a little short of doing his performance justice.
But that was all they could do, and it was the highest status they could offer.
Xia You took the tablet and looked it over. It showed an ordinary registration process, along with the rules of the competition and so on.
In terms of format, the Pokémon World Championships had four classes, corresponding to the four types of Poké Balls.
First was the lowest, Normal Class, which contained the most people. It covered everyone from first-time registrants to those outside the top thousand. No matter how many people there were, anyone who had not entered the top thousand was in