I am the boss of Sakaki

Misaki retracted Gyarados, a smile curling up the corners of her mouth, but her tone was a little contemptuous: "It seems that your cleverness has only reached this point."

She also didn't learn her lesson at all.

She felt that Watari must be just an exception, and N couldn't be that perverted.

She glanced at the Poké Ball on N's waist, "Without this Zoroark, do you have any Pokémon left that can fight?"

After these words were spoken, the audience in the stands frowned.

If you win, you win, there's no need to say that.

N squatted down and gently touched Zoroark's head until the Poké Ball took it back, then stood up. He looked up at Misaki, his eyes calm under his green hair: "Whether it works or not, you'll know if you try it."

Misaki was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "What? Are you stronger than Zoroark? Stop pretending here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Guiqisi in the stands suddenly chuckled and said to Shaka, holding a glass of juice: "Look, another one who doesn't believe in evil."

Xia Ka frowned: "Does N have another trump card? I don't sense a stronger spirit aura from him..."

Granny's eyes fell on the other Poké Ball that N had just touched.

On the high platform, Sakaki's fingertips rested on the handrail, and he even curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

N held the Poké Ball and pressed it lightly with his fingertips. His voice was still soft, but it carried a strange power: "Come out, Darkrai."

"What?" Before Misaki could react, she saw a dark figure suddenly rise into the air as the white light exploded.

A cold and arrogant black figure appeared on the scene, with fluttering white hair and eyes lowered with a cold glint.

The Nightmare God Darkrai appears!

"That's..." The smile on Misaki's face froze instantly, her legs went weak, and she almost fell down on the stage.

The stands were deathly silent, not even a breath could be heard. A few seconds later, someone shouted, "Darkrai, the God of Nightmares!"

It seems that there are knowledgeable people among the masses.

At this moment, the whole audience exploded—"A mythical beast that looks just like a mythical beast? How many monsters are hidden in this conference?!"

"Misaki was being stubborn just now... Now I'm afraid she's trying to find a hole to crawl into!"

Darkrai was lost in thought in mid-air, his deep blue eyes looking at N with a hint of gentleness.

N raised his finger and pointed at the Gyarados, which Misaki hadn't retracted yet. "No need to do that."

Gyarados had already huddled in the corner of the stage, trembling all over. Where was the aura of a quasi-king left?

Misaki opened her mouth, unable to speak for a long time, and the luxurious ball in her hand fell to the ground with a "click", just like Aoji before.

Yuichiro's voice was shaking: "Contestant Misaki...give up the fight?"

Misaki nodded fiercely and rushed off the fighting stage almost as if escaping.

Shame on you.

If I hadn't said that before, I could still fight, and it would be considered a battle with a god.

But now, she feels that every minute and every second on the court is torture.

N raised his hand to call back Darkrai, then turned and walked towards the contestant's seat.

When Lu Guo passed by, the red-haired boy glanced at him, his ears slightly red, but he said firmly: "You released it later than me, so you win."

N smiled and said nothing.

In the stands, Guiqisi placed the juice cup on the table and said to the stunned Shaka, "Do you believe it now? Champion level? Those two are the ones who can overturn an entire region."

Xia Ka opened his mouth and managed to utter a few words after a long while: "...This conference was held in vain."

The grandmother smiled, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes turning into flowers: "It's worth it. I haven't seen such a seedling in how many years. It's interesting, really interesting."

On the podium, Sakaki watched the backs of the two boys walking side by side into the contestant seats. The rhythm of his fingertips tapping the armrests became light and clear for the first time.

This opening is more than decent.

After Watari and N released Latias and Darkrai one after another, the tension in the rest area of ​​the Quartz Conference completely disappeared.

Several quasi-king-level players who had just lost the game gathered in a corner, holding unfinished energy drinks in their hands, with expressions like wilted vegetables that had been drenched by rain.

"I finally understand. This tournament isn't about winning the championship. It's about who can last three minutes against those two." Qingci, who had previously won three games in a row with Boskodora, scratched his head and gave a wry smile. "When I fought Watari, I lasted quite a while and even switched to a Dragonite. Not bad, right?"

Misaki next to him said nothing, her fingertips repeatedly stroking Gyarados's Poké Ball.

The fact that she was overwhelmed by Darkrai's aura will probably become an unavoidable "black history" in her career as a trainer.

Another boy named Matsumoto chimed in, "I'm hoping they can meet sooner rather than later, ideally in the semifinals. That way, no matter who wins, we can try and get second place, or at least third."

"What are you thinking about?" Someone poked his arm. "Didn't you see the matchup schedule? They're in the upper and lower halves of the draw. Unless they win all the way to the finals, there's no way they'll meet."

Everyone gathered together to look at the matchup table on the wall, only to see that Du and N's names were like two nails, firmly nailed to the top of their respective half-zones, with a string of names marked "eliminated" in between.

Matsumoto sighed, "So the league knows that no one can stop them except those two... This isn't just arranging a matchup; it's paving the way for the championship match."

that's the truth.

In the following games, Du and N almost pushed forward all the way.

Sakaki did not intervene in the confrontation.

But the two seemed to have a tacit understanding. The opponents in their respective half were either eliminated by them cleanly and efficiently, or they gave up early.

When one trainer learned that they would be facing N in the next round, they simply handed in their waiver with a smile: "Me and N? Forget it. I'll consider it a bonus to watch him use Darkrai's shadow to show off in the background."

When the final list was announced, the rest area became lively.

Several young trainers who still had a chance to compete for third place lost their previous anxiety and instead gathered together to make a bet: "Who do you think they'll send in the finals? Latias versus Darkrai?" "I bet N will send Zoroark first, and Du will also send Dragonite first."

There was a little girl who had just turned sixteen, holding a photo of Zhang and N during their battle.

After her Pidgeot was knocked unconscious by Zoroark that day, N took the initiative to let Zoroark transform into Pidgeot and take a photo with her.

She held up the photo and laughed with her friends: "My mom asked me why I was so happy even though I lost the game. I told her that I played against N! I'll brag to my juniors later that I played against the black and white hero. How cool is that?"

Even Misaki, who had been listless before, breathed a sigh of relief and started talking to Aoji: "It's worth it, actually. How many trainers never see a legendary or mythical beast in their entire lives, and I saw two in one day and even battled them."

Qingci laughed: "You were just stubborn and got slapped in the face. You are in the same boat as me, who was beaten into autism by Latias."

On the podium, Sakaki looked at the young trainers chatting and laughing together below the stage, and then glanced at Watari and N who were talking in low voices in the contestant seats.

The red-haired boy was flipping through a book of dragon-type moves, and the green-haired boy was combing Zoroark's hair, their shadows gently overlapping on the ground.

Kui Qisi came close to Xia Ka and raised his chin: “You see, this is what happens when strength exceeds cognition.

Even though we won the tournament, it didn't make people hold a grudge, but instead became a benchmark. When people talk about this tournament in the future, no one will say 'who won the championship?' They'll just say 'that was the year Watari and N first met in the finals.'

Shaka stroked his beard and whispered, "That's a good thing. In the trainer industry, there must be people like this to let the younger generation know how strong they can be."

In the lounge area, Matsumoto patted the person next to him on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, we need to grab the tickets for the finals early. No matter who wins, this match will definitely be ten times more exciting than previous championship matches. After all, it's a match between legendary beasts and geniuses."