"The strongest ever?"
There would always be trolls on the internet.
Soon after the host made that claim, many people rushed in to refute it.
"This host clearly doesn't consider Agatha, Lorelei, Bruno, and Lance at all. I admit Karen and Sam are strong, but calling them the strongest in history is ridiculous."
"Are you crazy? Did Agatha, Lorelei, Bruno, or Lance ever participate in the Indigo Plateau Conference? When they appeared in public, they were already mbers of the Elite Four! Maybe read a few books before posting nonsense online."
"See? That's the downside of a developed society. Every random person gets access to the internet."
"Why are we even analyzing their strength? Shouldn't we be analyzing Karen's figure?"
"Her asurents?"
"Now I'm wide awake. Let tell everyone Karen's asurents."
The originally serious discussion thread instantly derailed after a few people joined the conversation.
No one cared about analyzing the strength of the two finalists anymore.
All the attention shifted to Karen.
Sure enough—
The power of internet degenerates was infinite in every world.
---
Dong!
Dong!
The clock in the hotel room struck midnight.
The sound reminded Sam it was ti to sleep.
He still felt a little reluctant to stop reading, but he forced himself to shut down the computer.
Tomorrow's battle would be completely different from the previous ones.
His opponent was Karen.
If he didn't rest properly, he might lose.
It was ti to sleep.
---
Final Day
Whether it was the official Indigo Plateau website, the forums, live-stream platforms, or viewers sitting in front of their TVs—
Everything was buzzing with excitent.
The Indigo Plateau Conference had reached its final stage.
Only one battle remained.
For many viewers, watching the Indigo Plateau Conference was a completely different experience compared to watching professional leagues like the Masters tournants.
Most competitors in the Indigo Plateau Conference were rookie Trainers.
Watching these young Trainers battle was sothing special.
A few years later, when people looked back at these tournants, they often discovered sothing amazing.
So of the Trainers who fought here would later beco Gym Leaders, Elite Four mbers, or even Champions.
It was a strange but fascinating feeling.
Who knew?
Maybe in a few years, one of today's competitors would stand among the Elite Four.
In fact, during several interviews, well-known Trainers had already stated openly—
Both finalists already possessed strength comparable to the Elite Four.
---
The final match was scheduled for 8:00 PM, the peak viewing ti of the day.
As the ti approached, spectators began filling the stadium hours in advance.
Everyone wanted to witness the final battle.
anwhile, the invited guests also arrived one after another.
They chatted while walking toward their seats.
"Sam and Karen. Just like everyone predicted, these two made it to the finals," one guest said.
"I wonder who will win this battle. What do you think, Lt. Surge?"
Lt. Surge's expression darkened slightly whenever Sam's na ca up.
Most people already guessed that Surge and Sam had so kind of personal grudge.
"Sam will win," Surge said bluntly.
The answer surprised several people.
"That's unexpected. If you're that confident, it seems Sam must still be hiding so of his strength."
"Now I'm curious. I really want to see what his trump card is."
Trump card?
Surge imdiately thought of Tyranitar.
That Pokémon haunted his dreams almost every night.
It had practically beco his nightmare.
---
While the guests discussed the battle, everything in the stadium was already prepared.
The referee and comntator took their positions.
Soon, the players' entrance lights turned on.
Amid thunderous applause from the audience—
Sam and Karen walked out from opposite sides of the stadium.
Karen had clearly put great effort into her appearance for the finals.
Under the bright stage lights, Sam could see the delicate makeup on her face.
He could even sll the strong fragrance of her perfu.
Sam licked his lips slightly.
His opponent was clearly very confident.
Judging from her elegant outfit, Karen had already prepared herself for victory.
That made Sam a little annoyed.
This was the first ti soone had underestimated him so openly.
"Miss Karen," Sam said with a smile, "you seem very confident. Have you already prepared your victory speech?"
Karen covered her mouth lightly with her hand and giggled.
"A victory speech? Of course I have."
"I prepared it before I even ca to compete in this tournant."
"Don't worry, Sam. I'll make sure to ntion your na in my speech."
"After all, thanks to your effort, my victory won't feel boring."
"What do you think?"
Sam hadn't expected Karen to be so sharp with words.
He had walked straight into her trap.
Sam rubbed his nose awkwardly and decided not to continue the verbal duel.
But he rembered every word she said.
When he won the championship and gave his interview—
He would return those exact words.
Thinking about that made Sam smile even wider.
---
The intense verbal exchange made the referee standing between them extrely nervous.
He only wanted to start the match quickly so he wouldn't have to keep listening to them mock each other.
Fortunately for him—
The staff backstage soon gave the signal that everything was ready.
The referee took a deep breath and imdiately shouted:
"Begin!"
The mont the word echoed through the stadium—
The entire Indigo Plateau Stadium fell silent.
All whispers stopped.
Every pair of eyes focused on the battlefield.
On the giant screen above the arena, the indicator light spun rapidly before finally stopping—
On the blue side.
Sam had drawn the first move.
Karen raised an eyebrow and laughed softly.
"Looks like Lady Luck is on my side."
Sam snorted.
"I don't care where the Goddess of Luck stands."
"All I know is that the Goddess of Victory is on my side."
"Go—Venusaur!"
Seeing Venusaur appear on the battlefield, Karen's smile widened.
She was certain.
She would win this championship.
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