Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

He then squatted in a corner and began writing a statement for his sugar daddy... or perhaps a resignation letter.

......

"Dear viewers, please be patient!"

The host's voice was amplified throughout the entire stadium.

A buzzing sound arose from the audience.

"What's going on? Aren't you going to start?"

"What happened now?"

"Is it going to be postponed again?"

The host took a deep breath and gripped the microphone tightly.

He knew he had to make his next point clear.

Otherwise, today's conference might end in the most unsightly way.

"Regarding the unexpected situation just now, and the upcoming match schedule, we need to give a formal explanation to all the viewers!"

His voice echoed through the stadium.

The buzzing in the audience gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The host cleared his throat and began to speak.

"First, regarding the second semi-final match originally scheduled for today, one of the participants, Yuuji, is unable to participate due to unforeseen circumstances..."

"Why?" someone in the stands asked loudly. "Why what?"

The host's smile froze for a moment.

"Uh... this..."

He wiped his sweat.

"According to what we know, last night, Yuji attempted to ambush another semi-finalist—the Royal Masked Man—at the training ground, but failed. Instead, he and his Pokémon were injured, and he is currently receiving treatment and unable to continue competing."

The words fell.

I have received the news.

The stands were initially deathly silent.

Then a huge uproar erupted, like a pot of boiling water.

"A sneak attack? They're already in the semifinals and they're still using that tactic?"

"The key point is that they were counter-killed! And they were counter-killed along with their Pokémon!"

"Did the Blazing Roaring Tiger do this?"

So what's the situation now?

"The semifinals! It's over just like that?"

In the first battle, he was defeated in one move.

The second battle ended before it even began.

The two battles, both inside and out, lasted only half an hour in total.

And this also includes the waiting time!

So the actual combat time was probably only ten seconds, which wasn't even as long as they had all taken their seats!

"If all else fails, you can release the recordings of your offline matches!"

"It is! It is!"

Xiao Zhi nodded as well.

Seeing recordings of offline matches is not a bad thing.

Hearing the commotion from the audience, the host wiped his sweat.

He looked at the person in charge next to him.

The person in charge also looked at him.

The two stared at each other for three seconds, much like Psyduck and Mudkip staring at each other.

【what to do?】

What do you suggest we do?

How would I know what to do?

[How about we just call it quits and write our resignation letters together? We can't exactly announce the finals tomorrow, can we?]

As for the video recording?

How could such a thing possibly exist!

Although Yuhong City is already piloting some kind of Skynet system.

But the cameras still haven't been delivered in the last few days!

The host glanced at the sea of ​​faces in the audience on stage.

If they announce the results of the finals and then wait until tomorrow...

I'm afraid the audience would beat me to death for doing that.

Semi-finals.

Audiences came from all over, bought tickets, took buses, and squeezed into the venue just to see this.

Not to mention that every single one of these spectators is a trained martial artist.

Just as the two were staring at each other blankly.

Shiba, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it any longer.

He walked up to the host.

"Let's go straight to the finals."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, like a final, decisive blow.

The host was taken aback.

"Direct...direct finals?"

He stuttered.

"Yes." Shiba nodded, his tone confident. "Everyone's here, the audience's here, it's over after the fight."

"But..." The host glanced instinctively at Ash, a troubled look on his face, "Isn't this unfair to Ash? He's already had one match, although..."

Although he only threw two punches in that fight.

But consumption does exist.

Even if it's just a minor physical strain, theoretically he should be given time to recover.

"I'll go ask him."

After saying that, Shiba walked straight towards Ash, his back as straight as a mountain.

The audience's eyes followed his figure, and the entire arena suddenly fell silent. Everyone pricked up their ears, afraid of missing a single word.

Shiba walked up to Ash and looked down at the boy.

His gaze lingered on Ash's face for a moment, then looked at Pikachu on his shoulder.

Pikachu looked back, its eyes clear and bright, without the slightest fear.

"Ash, is there a problem with going straight to the finals?"

Xiao Zhi was stunned for a moment.

He blinked, then looked up at Shiba.

"I have no objection."

Shiba nodded, then turned to Kukui in the arena.

Kukui shrugged and spread his hands.

"As long as I get publicity, I'm fine with it."

Shiba nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at the person in charge again, his tone filled with unwavering certainty.

"Then it's settled."

The person in charge opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

He looked around and found that surprisingly no one objected.

The audience even had a certain expectation in their eyes—a direct race to the finals?

This is much more exciting than just waiting for tomorrow!

125. Whose subordinate is this?

After the discussion was completed, the host went on stage to announce it.

"According to the tournament rules, since Yuji is unable to participate due to injury, the Royal Masked Man contestant will automatically advance to the finals."

This decision did not cause much of a stir.

After all, their opponent is in the hospital; what else can they do but advance?

But the next sentence made everyone sit up straight.

"And regarding the timing of the finals—"

The host paused deliberately, his gaze sweeping across the stands.

"After urgent communication with the two finalists and unanimous discussion among the judging panel, we have decided—"