Through the Giant Screen, Xia You finally got a clear look at Steven Stone.
But how should he put it? The man looked fairly ordinary and could hardly be called handsome. He was dressed like a giant dragonfly, too, in a combination of vivid purple and pale white, with a pair of gleaming purple boots below. The whole thing looked utterly incongruous. What Xia You found particularly unacceptable was that his long, purplish-red hair was actually tied into twin ponytails. Together with the hair curling upward at his temples, it made him look like a giant windmill.
But this was a man...
A middle-aged man of around thirty, no less!
All he could say was that this outfit went well beyond what Xia You could accept.
So ugly. So bizarre.
Even so, Xia You still respected Steven Stone's choice.
After all, everyone pursued beauty differently, and Steven Stone was clearly the sort who liked to draw attention through flamboyant clothes and styling.
Of course, he certainly possessed considerable strength as well. There was no question about that.
And reportedly, this man was very good at cultivating fan culture, as well as performing and interacting with people. That was also why he was so popular.
After Steven Stone finally finished showing off, the battle at last got down to business.
The referee, who doubled as the host, now flew above the battlefield on a hovering, mobile commentary platform, giving Xia You and the others a higher opinion of the technology here.
After all, even the Indigo Conference and the Johto tournament had no hovering commentary platforms like this, yet they could see one here. It showed just how much Scott and Steven Stone had invested in this Battle Dome. They really had spared no expense.
But heavy investment also meant high