"Quiet!"
Lyle held a microphone, and through it, his voice echoed throughout the entire venue. Of course, if he had just spoken like that, nobody would have listened.
After all—he was the leader of a terrorist organization, and there were more than a dozen Champions present. Why would anyone fear him?
But the moment Lyle finished speaking, a terrifying aura burst out from his body. The spectators felt as if they were seeing mountains of corpses and oceans of blood—even visions of their own gruesome deaths.
"Ahhh—!!"
Some of the timid and weak-willed let out screams, their faces turning deathly pale. A sudden warmth spread down their legs, and fluid dripped down their thighs—
Many had been scared to the point of wetting themselves, not just one or two—a lot of them.
Only a very small number at the venue remained unaffected: the team leaders and the competing participants.
Elite-level trainers were relatively less affected, while those below that level—and ordinary people—need not even be mentioned.
Both Julian and Lyle had spoken the same word: "Quiet!"
But while Julian's voice soothed the fear in everyone's hearts. Lyle's voice magnified their terror, crushing most people's will.
Soon after, Lyle withdrew his aura, and many began gulping for air, looking at him with horror.
Just moments ago, they had truly felt like they were about to die.
Now, no one dared speak. They were terrified that the horrific vision would repeat itself.
Lyle appeared clearly satisfied with their reactions. Holding the microphone, he continued: "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lyle, the seventh-generation leader of the Y Organization."
The Y Organization hadn't been established for just a dozen or even several dozen years—they had a history of over a century. Every one of their leaders had possessed Champion-level strength and exceptionally formidable skills.
It was precisely because of this that the Y Organization had step by step become the world's largest terrorist organization.
Every generation of leaders had been monstrously talented individuals. Yet instead of thinking about how to benefit society and humanity, such people spent their days plotting how to destroy the world and exterminate all of humanity.
Truly, there was only a fine line between genius and madness.
"To my left, as you all know, is Babath's Champion Watano. Of course, he has another identity: he is the deputy leader of our Y Organization."
"And to my right is the Y Organization's Saintess."
The organization had one leader, three deputy leaders, and also one extremely mysterious Grandmaster.
The higher-ups of Babath were completely speechless. Their country had only two Champions, and one of them turned out to be a deputy leader of the Y Organization. And their only female participant was the Saintess.
No wonder the Y Organization carried out terrorist activities everywhere, but they never did much in Babath.
They had thought it was because they were strong, and that the organization didn't dare touch them.
Turns out… their Champions was a member of the Y Organization himself. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that half of Babath belonged to the organization.
Since Babath was already their territory, why would the organization cause trouble on its own land?
At this point, the higher-ups of Babath had completely lost all hope.
'Tired. Let it be destroyed.'
"Lyle, why all this talk? What is your purpose?"
A burly man jumped down from the stands. He was nearly two meters tall, with a body full of muscles.
This guy was the team leader from Volkaria and, naturally, one of Volkaria's Champions.
He held a bottle of alcohol in his left hand, took a sip, hissed, and continued, "You rats, daring to show yourselves in the light—what gave you the courage?"
Lyle smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping across the venue as he slowly said, "My purpose here today… is naturally to deliver death to all of you."
"Over a dozen Champions, nine hundred talented trainers from various countries—if all of you die here, it should make my future plan to destroy the world much easier, right?"
The Volkarian Champion froze for a moment—then burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha! To think the mighty leader of the Y Organization is actually a brainless idiot!"
"With just you and Watano, you think you can defeat over a dozen Champions? Are you still dreaming?"
Over a dozen Champions meant at least over a dozen Champion-level Pokémon, and several of them had more than one.
He himself had three Champion-level Pokémon, while some others had two.
For this guy to think he could take on over a dozen Champions with just two people—was there something wrong with his brain?
But instead of reacting to the mockery, Lyle looked at him like he was watching a clown.
"You—what are you looking at!?"
The Volkarian Champion grew furious. He hated such looks the most—it always felt like he was being treated like a fool.
And honestly… from a certain perspective, he was being painfully naive.
"It's a miracle that you became a Champion with such intelligence. Truly remarkable."
"You bast**d!!"
"Machamp, kill him!"
Enraged, the Volkarian Champion immediately released a level 92 Machamp.
"Don't act recklessly!"
Julian immediately stepped in and stopped him.
"Champion Walker, what are you doing?!"
The Volkarian Champion suppressed his anger. If it was anyone else but Julian who had stopped him, he definitely wouldn't have listened.
After all, Julian could command a First-class Legendary without any repercussions—this ability made other Champions had no choice but to respect him.
"You're no match for him," Julian shook his head.
Lyle carried the aura of a First-class Legendary. It wasn't the kind of puppet-like aura Eric had back in Victoria, but the genuine presence of someone who had truly gained the recognition of a First-class Legendary, or you could say he had become a true vassal.
If the Volkarian Champion charged in, he would be nothing more than a sacrificial offering.
Seeing Julian's grave expression, which didn't seem like a joke, the Volkarian Champion regained his senses and did not continue to command his Machamp to attack.
If what Julian said was true and he stubbornly pressed forward, his Machamp might suffer an accident due to his own recklessness.
With the Volkarian Champion stepping forward, the Champions from Gallia, Anglia, Maplia, Pampas, and others quickly joined, forming a line beside Julian.
Counting them, there were sixteen Champions in total, from sixteen different countries, all wearing their national team uniforms. Whether by coincidence or not, Julian happened to be positioned right in the center.
The sixteen Champions wore expressions ranging from solemn to composed, yet each stood with an imposing presence.
Just by standing together, they made the surrounding atmosphere feel significantly heavier.
And all their eyes were fixed on Lyle.
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> "Guys I'm starting to panic—this man looks way too calm. He doesn't look like someone surrounded by sixteen Champions!"
> "Panic? What are you panicking for? You're not even there."
> "MF, I am here in person!!"
> "Sixteen Champions standing together—quick, someone take a screenshot. We might never see this again!"
> "My husband is in the center spot—he looks way too handsome!"
> "Lyle really doesn't look nervous at all. Is he bluffing… or does he actually have some insane trump card?!"
> "What a pity… Saori looked like such a cute girl, but she's actually part of a terrorist organization. Tragic!"
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