Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

Many people nodded in agreement, deciding to vote for President Dama Lanqi again in the next election.

For no other reason than that the old chairman understands their principles, they should reciprocate!

After all, people travel all the way from Kanto to Quartz Plateau, buy tickets, and spend hours in the sun. Do they really want to hear those nice words about "friendship first, competition second"?

Bullshit!

What they want to see is a battle of energy! It's about real, hard-hitting punches! It's about trainers trash-talking each other on the field!

Rivers of blood!

These four words truly capture the essence of the Quartz Conference!

Unaware that his retirement seemed to have been postponed again, Damalanqi continued.

"Now, please welcome the thirty-two contestants who have emerged victorious from the preliminary rounds to enter the arena!"

As Damaranchi finished speaking, the entrance to the athletes' tunnel on the east side of the venue slowly slid open to both sides, emitting a deep, resonant metallic scraping sound.

One by one, figures stepped out.

The audience in the stands immediately erupted in excitement, especially when they saw the rumored Nazja among them.

An unusually loud commotion erupted in the audience.

After all, under normal circumstances, no one would dare to raise their voice in front of that humanoid Psychic-type Pokémon with long black hair, a cold and beautiful face, and a murderous aura.

but!

But today is different!

Today we are at the Quartz Conference!

Not only were the Alliance members present, but even the Four Heavenly Kings were sitting in the VIP section to show their support!

No matter how powerful she is, can she turn the entire audience into rag dolls in front of a superstar?

As for whether he will retaliate in private?

Hilarious! Do you think she can track me down via the internet?!

Just join in the fun! Let's have some fun first!

The cheers grew louder and louder.

But as they watched, the audience gradually noticed something was amiss.

"One, two, three, four... thirty-two..." A middle-aged man in the front row paused, rubbing his eyes. "Thirty-three?"

The person next to him nudged him: "Did you miscount?"

"I didn't! Count for yourself!"

"...It really is thirty-three!"

"How did a thirty-third person appear in the queue of thirty-two slots?"

Which powerful figure has intervened this time?

What's even more bizarre is that among these thirty-three figures, three of them looked almost identical.

Although their clothes and temperaments are different, when their faces are put together, no one would believe they are not brothers!

What is this? Triplets? A family with exceptionally talented trainers?

There was a lot of discussion in the stands, with many spectators craning their necks to compare the three people's appearances and marveling at them.

Professor Oak, sitting in the VIP section, became even more excited.

Three!

There really are three! Three Ash Ketchums!

He'd be overjoyed if there were just one Ash, imagine three Ashes...

Is this paradise?

But then again, I think I came in a pretty hurry, and I feel like I forgot something.

Hmm... it seems like Nanami told me something, but I can't quite remember.

Forget it.

Professor Oak shook his head and refocused his attention on the arena.

If he could forget it, it probably wasn't anything important, right?

In the field.

Xiao Mao, standing in the middle of the line, was standing ramrod straight with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant, and his gaze fixed obediently ahead.

He saw it, he saw the old man in the white coat scratching his head in the audience—

His grandfather!

Xiao Mao's lips twitched almost imperceptibly for a moment before being pressed back down.

He withdrew his gaze, his expression returning to that "cool" and reserved demeanor.

Although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually happy inside.

After all, Ash's mother is here, and now that his father is here, it means he and Ash are even!

For him, not losing is winning!

At the other end of the line, Ash sensed many gazes directed at him.

The biggest concern was the attention he received from his mother, the PhD student, and the three superstars.

as well as.......

Ash tilted his head slightly and followed a very close gaze, only to meet Sabrina's hurriedly turned away profile.

The black-haired girl quickly turned her head back to face forward.

She clenched her fingers hanging by her side, her fingertips unconsciously twisting together, and her breath hitched.

Xiao Zhi blinked.

Of course he recognized Sabrina, the very skilled and easy-to-fight trainer.

Now she's standing so close to me, secretly watching me. The moment I'm caught, my inner emperor kicks in...

Ash noticed something was wrong!

She wouldn't...

Is it because they were unconvinced by their last loss and wanted to find an opportunity to have another match here?

good boy!

What else is there to say! Bring it on!

Out of the corner of her eye, Sabrina noticed Ash's brightening gaze. She felt half of her face burning hot, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

She clenched her fingers tightly, trying to calm herself down, but her heart only beat faster, so fast that her vision began to blur.

My body's reaction... No way?

Could it be that what her dad said was true?!

Before she lost her memory, she was a girl addicted to the internet.

And she actually harassed this boy online every day? Wouldn't that make her a psychopath?

257. What's wrong with using Xiaozhi!

Ash stared intently at Sabrina, his eyes unblinking, as did the Pikachu perched on his shoulder.

The man and the mouse are ready to act at any time, whether it's a Kanto-style battle or a formal engagement.

However, Natsume did nothing.

She stood there stiffly, her back to him, her shoulders tense, as if she were caught in some kind of deep self-doubt.

This disappointed Xiaozhi in many ways.

Just as the atmosphere was quietly settling, Dama Lanqi saw that the smell of gunpowder in the arena had become strong enough.

He cleared his throat and continued to advance the conference in an orderly manner.

"Now that all the players are in position, then..."

His deep voice rang out through the loudspeakers in all directions of the venue, drowning out the noise of the thousands of people below the stage.

"...Let us ignite the sacred flame that symbolizes glory and heritage!"

As Dama Lanqi finished speaking.

One of the three new role models over there overpowered the other two with absolute strength and won the right to light the sacred flame.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Xiao Zhi squinted and looked over.

Although their faces were somewhat unfamiliar, he felt that the figures of those three people looked somewhat familiar.

However, he was quickly drawn to the torch held by the purple-haired, bespectacled staff member.

That flickering flame...

He had a feeling that the flame was watching him intently!

"What? You noticed it too?"

Gary, who was observing Ash from the side, struck up a conversation.

He crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and had that "I knew you'd be curious" look on his face.

"Hmm, that flame..." Ash exclaimed in amazement. "...Wow, that's amazing!"

"Of course."

Shigeru chuckled, seemingly quite pleased with Ash's reaction.

"That flame wasn't an ordinary flame; it was an inextinguishable fire, said to originate from the firebird."