Chapter 1394: Tournament Opening

Masters Eight Tournament—the first day of the Masters Eight.

Many Rotom Drones flew over various towns in the Galar region, leaving smoke like ribbons, which formed the huge emblem of the Pokémon World Championships under the clear blue sky.

Children looked up at the sky excitedly, their faces full of expectation.

And this scene also appeared in Wyndon.

The streets and alleys were wrapped in a layer of fanatical atmosphere; the area outside Wyndon Stadium had long been crowded with people, and even the air was floating with excited dust and the breath of Pokémon.

Wyndon at this time was like an overturned palette, dragging all kinds of people and Pokémon from all over the world into the carnival of this peak feast.

At the entrance of the venue, reporters from dozens of media set up cameras and held microphones, blocking the designated interview area, their eyes sharply capturing every figure that might appear—

The Champion's entourage, Gym Leaders, some industry bigwigs, all could attract a burst of shutter sounds and questioning sounds.

In a corner of the crowd, several figures were particularly eye-catching—Team Rocket's trio was squeezed into the reporter pile; Jessie was wearing a gray professional suit, James was wearing a crisp suit, and both had their hair combed meticulously.

In front of them, Meowth stood on Wobbuffet's head; it held a microphone, Wobbuffet held a camera, performing exceptionally professionally.

The three were full of pride at this time; after all, they were regular troops this time, representing the Orre Silicon TV Station.

"Dear audience friends! This is an exclusive broadcast from Silicon TV Station, I am the host, Jessie!"

Jessie faced the camera, her tone exaggerated and excited, completely ignoring the strange looks from the reporters around her, "In a while, the highly anticipated Masters Eight Tournament will open! Today, we will bring you the latest report and take you to see the real grand occasion outside the venue!"

James hurriedly leaned over, facing the camera with a low and magnetic tone: "That's right, that's right! And we also heard that the lineup of players in this Masters Eight Tournament is the strongest in history; Champion All Baimu, Champion Leon, Steven, and other regional strongest players are all appearing. Who will stand out and win the Champion throne? Let us wait and see!"

In things other than catching Pokémon, the three are absolutely professional enough to make people cry.

So much so that after Shanren tested them, he immediately agreed, and was even more curious about where All Baimu found these three magical Pokémon; they were too powerful.

After Jessie and James finished the introduction in standard Mandarin, they turned on the interview mode.

They left the reporter group and aimed the camera at a girl holding a high support sign of All Baimu and Mawile.

"This young lady, which player do you support the most? What expectations do you have for this Masters Eight Tournament?" Jessie asked knowingly, her tone exceptionally gentle.

The girl was full of excitement, put down the support sign, and said loudly: "I support player All Baimu! He is not only super strong, but also particularly gentle and handsome! He and Mawile are a match made in heaven—"

Meowth hurriedly moved the microphone further away, fearing that the other party would blow up the mic.

Wow!

All Baimu's fans are a bit terrifying!

James's expression didn't change, and he pursued: "Then who do you think is the most threatening among player All Baimu's opponents?"

"It should be player Leon!" The girl said seriously, "Player Leon is the Champion of Galar, and his strength is also very powerful. The battle between the two of them will definitely be particularly exciting!"

Several people next to them heard the content of their exchange and also joined in one after another.

Team Rocket's trio completed their interview task in this block without any effort, and the leaders of the Orre Silicon TV Station were also exceptionally satisfied.

"These three people are not bad! Try to keep them!"

The Orre entourage on the scene also praised Team Rocket's trio a lot, making them, who usually didn't get recognition in Team Rocket and were even often belittled, feel very embarrassed.

Jessie stretched, "Ah~ the feeling of having a big tree to lean on is really too good!"

"I say, should we do our own private live broadcast again?" James gave a suggestion.

The reason why they have been able to stand well despite owing so much debt for so many seasons is undoubtedly because they possess extraordinary money-making abilities.

They can't make big money, but they can always get some small money to support themselves.

Meowth agreed: "I think it's okay, Meowth!"

So.

Team Rocket's trio started their own live broadcast distribution again; this point is not much different from the original plot.

It's just that their attire in the original plot was exceptionally ridiculous, unlike now, where they have a dedicated makeup team to touch up their makeup, and their whole temperament is different.

On the streets outside the venue, support props for sale could be seen everywhere; the burly boss stood on tiptoe, carefully arranging the dazzling array of items like badges, flags, and figures printed with the portraits of the Masters Eight, and the shouting mixed with the noise around, clearly penetrating the crowd.

"Don't miss it when you pass by! Masters Eight limited badges! Leon and Cynthia styles are the last few left!"

Young boys and girls crowded in front of the stalls, buying the peripheral products they expected.

Almost every Champion has their supporters, making the goods sell exceptionally well.

Every ten minutes or so, the boss's daughter would drive a cart pulled by two Boltund to the stall to replenish the goods.

"Woof woof!"

The cute Boltunds stuck out their tongues.

Young children pulled their parents' clothes, looking up with bright eyes at the Charizard on the badge, chattering and arguing to become a Trainer like Leon.

The boss skillfully handed out the peripherals, smiling and chatting with customers: "Looking at this momentum, this year's tournament is much livelier than last year! I guess Leon can still defend the title; after all, he is the undefeated king. Look at this Rillaboom pattern, how imposing!"

A girl wearing a strange kimono next to her immediately retorted, her tone with a bit of dissatisfaction, "Not necessarily! Miss Diantha is the best; Gardevoir's psychic power is so strong, she will definitely be able to defeat Leon!"

One person responded and everyone joined, some supported Steven's Metagross, some supported Iris's Haxorus; the small stall that was originally just buying and selling peripherals instantly turned into a small fan debate.

Several Rotom Drones flew across the sky, heading to the outside of the venue to guide the crowd.

"Please line up, don't crowd, enter with tickets, and take good care of your Pokémon."

In the crowd, Ash's figure was particularly eye-catching; the Pikachu on his shoulder was full of energy, its ears slightly erect, occasionally making crisp "Pika Pika~" calls.

He and his partners passed through the congested crowd, and after much difficulty, they came to the open area near the entrance, when a voice suddenly came from the front left, with undisguised excitement.

"Found you!"

A boy with slightly dark skin, wearing a blue jacket, and a hairstyle like a black dragon fruit appeared in Ash's field of vision, "You are Ash from the Kanto region, right?"

"Uh, that's me."

Ash responded confusedly, and the other party raised his hand very confidently: "I want to challenge you! Right now! Let's battle!"

The partner next to him sweated; does this person not know that Ash is a Masters Eight?

—Of course the boy knew, or rather, it was precisely because of this that he challenged Ash, preparing to test the latter's strength.

However, Ash encountered this situation that could have been ignored, even if it wasn't confirmed whether it was his turn to compete on the first day, he still smiled and agreed.

"Okay, there's no reason to refuse a battle delivered to the door! Let's go! Pikachu!"

"Pika~chu!"

Pikachu jumped forward calmly, opposing the white-haired black-skinned sheep sent by the other party.

The crowd around watched this scene curiously, but no one disturbed them.

The other party didn't hold back at all, pointing at Pikachu from afar and saying: "Go! Wooloo! Double Kick!"

"Woo!"

The round little sheep immediately rushed toward Pikachu.

Ash waved his hand quickly, "Iron Tail!"

"Pika!"

Pikachu jumped up seriously, its small body swayed, and it slashed its glowing tail downward with force!

Bang!

Iron Tail hit Wooloo, and the latter let out a wail and flew backward, hitting the boy's arms quickly and fiercely; the heavy momentum made him fall backward.

He looked at his Pokémon in pain, "Wooloo?"

Wooloo had already fainted.

Ash and Pikachu were stunned, "It's over just like that..."

Is the Trainer who dared to challenge Ash knowing he is a Masters Eight actually this weak?

Who gave this person the courage?

The answer is the boy's identity—

"Eh? You are Leon's brother?" Ash was very surprised, and what was even more surprising was that Leon actually mentioned himself to his brother, which made Ash exceptionally happy.

Hop nodded and said: "Of course! But I'll say it first, the person who can defeat my brother must be me! Before that, my brother will absolutely not lose! You too! All Baimu too! All the same!"

He held the fainted Wooloo, his face full of confidence in his brother Leon.

……

Inside Wyndon Stadium.

Ash, who realized he might be late, walked in a hurry, and as a result, he met a familiar figure at the corner.

"Hahaha! Iris! You are here too!"

"Just in time! Ash!"

Iris walked lightly and smiled: "I've been looking forward to today's reunion!"

While speaking, the door of the player preparation room was already close at hand.

They pushed the door and entered fiercely, shouting enthusiastically that they would take the final victory, but were immediately shocked by the serious atmosphere inside and lowered their volume.

Except for someone, Champions Leon, Cynthia, Lance, Diantha, and Steven had all arrived, and there was a staff member confirming the situation with Lance; seeing these two out-of-place teenagers, his expression was a bit confused.

Ash: "……"

Iris: "……"

The two juniors quickly became well-behaved, but they were also strange that it was this time, why hadn't All Baimu come yet?

Did he go to the bathroom?

No one knew, and the Champions present didn't know either.

Leon asked the staff about the situation privately, and the latter said that All Baimu had special arrangements.

Special arrangements?

Leon couldn't help but think of the suddenly changed entrance ceremony, and his heart looked forward to it.

And while the Champions were preparing separately.

Tournament site.

As the lights dimmed one by one, the host's voice resounded through the huge ten-thousand-person arena.

"Dear audience! This is Wyndon Stadium! The auditorium is already full, and the cheers looking forward to the fiery showdown have already resounded through the entire venue!"

"Pokémon World Championships Masters Eight Tournament! Competing for the pinnacle of Pokémon battles are the top eight players, which can be described as the grandest tournament in history!"

"Who will be able to win the title of King—"

He paused and said in a voice that could make people's blood boil: "Then, please let me first introduce to you the Masters Eight of this session!"

As the words fell, countless spotlights turned toward the entrance, and the figures of Ash and Pikachu came into everyone's eyes.

They ran quickly, moving toward the central stage, waving while running.

"Let us welcome—the eighth! The first Champion of the Alola region, from Pallet Town in the Kanto region! Player Ash!"

Wow!

Applause resounded like thunder.

Immediately after, the lights focused on the other side; Iris wore Champion attire like a haori, walking lightly like a dance with Haxorus.

"The seventh! Aiming to be a Dragon Master! The young and highly anticipated Unova Champion! Iris!"

Then, the spotlights fell straight into the center of the empty stage.

Just when the audience was confused, Diantha and Gardevoir appeared suddenly in white clothes and skirts, as if teleporting, and the posture immediately ignited the whole audience!

"The sixth! Acting skills are explosive, battling is skillful! Kalos Champion! Diantha!"

The auditorium erupted in waves of cheers and screams!

Although she lost to All Baimu, Diantha's popularity remained high, far from what ordinary people could compare to.

Then, all the lights shone on the center in unison, and Dande, who had been riding his Charizard, appeared there at some point; the audience immediately gave him enthusiastic applause!

"The fifth! Kanto and Johto dual Champion! Pokémon G-Man who never tolerates evil! Lance!"

Lance threw his cloak handsomely, his face exceptionally serious.

The spotlights changed again; this time it flickered everywhere, as if looking for something, and finally locked onto a huge silver-white figure in the corner.

The elegant gentleman stood beside it, bowing to everyone.

"The fourth! The noble son of the Devon Corporation in the Hoenn region! Hoenn Champion! Player Steven!"

Steven's popularity was by no means lower than any Champion.

Even if he rarely showed himself to the outside world, the title of the strongest Mega user was by no means a false reputation.

At the same time, countless spotlights were neatly arranged, forming a golden passage.

Cynthia stepped on this golden "carpet," her posture elegant and calm, and the Garchomp beside her held its neck high, completely fearless of the tens of thousands of eyes in the arena.

"The third! Authority on Pokémon archaeology! Sinnoh Champion, Cynthia!"

Like Lance and Diantha, losing the match is losing the match, and their popularity is minimally affected.

In the sky outside the arena, Leon looked around, but still couldn't find All Baimu's figure; he was about to appear, so why hadn't he shown up yet?

Behind the scenes of the tournament, with Shanren sitting in town, even if All Baimu hadn't appeared for a long time, which was about to cause a broadcasting accident, no one dared to speak.

Only Oleana asked one sentence, "Has he arrived?"

"Turn on the lights!"

Shanren replied inexplicably.

The next second, all the lights in Wyndon Stadium turned on, and the audience looked around blankly.

What's the situation? Isn't there still someone who hasn't appeared?

Before they could ask, in the clear blue sky, thick dark clouds gathered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The audience looked up in shock, suddenly seeing a huge golden figure roaming in it, looming, very mysterious and making people feel trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

Then.

The roar that shook the hearts of all the audience penetrated the entire firmament!

"Ang——!!"

Boom!

In the dark clouds that covered the sky, the peerless Dragon God roared and crashed through the clouds, rushing straight down toward the field, in the eyes of all the audience who were shocked and couldn't believe it...

Super Shiny Rayquaza, descends on Wyndon Stadium!! ===== CHAPTER 1395 =====