Chapter 342 342: Who Is “Brother Lin”?
Chapter 342 342: Who Is “Brother Lin”?
"He's gone mad. Completely mad. These fans are insane!"Some spectators who were not part of her fanbase looked at the frenzied crowd around them with a mix of shock and discomfort.
Isn't she just… a cute kid?
One of them waved his hand, about to turn his attention to the next match.
"Let me see… the next battle is…"
But the moment he saw the names, his eyes lit up.
"The next match is Little Lin. What Pokémon will he use? Serperior, Gardevoir, or Alolan Ninetales?"
As the ninth match came to a close, the tenth followed immediately after.
Lin Feng straightened his clothes, gave himself a quick pat down, then glanced at his Poké Balls.
Aura energy flowed faintly into them.
Who wants to go first?
At first, he hesitated between Meowscarada and Alcremie, unable to decide.
After thinking it over, he still could not choose.
Maybe… they all wanted to go first.
In that case, it might be better to let them decide among themselves.
"Gardevoir?"
"Serperior…"
"Milotic…"
"Alcremie…"
The Pokémon began discussing enthusiastically. Their Poké Balls trembled slightly in response.
At first, almost all of them expressed the same thought. They wanted to battle.
But in the next moment, they started yielding to one another.
Even as Lin Feng stepped closer to the battlefield, the polite back-and-forth showed no sign of ending.
He sighed, a little helpless, then urged them.
"Come on, hurry up. I'm about to go out there."
"Woo…" You go, you go…
"Serperior…" Suddenly I don't feel like it anymore…
"Goodra…" Everyone else can go first…
By the time Lin Feng reached the field, they still had not made a decision.
Left with no choice, he shook his head.
"Forget it. I'll decide."
From above, the commentator Liam watched him with a complicated expression.
Then, as usual, he introduced both contestants and prepared to start the match.
Lin Feng and the bespectacled young man across from him both picked up their Poké Balls.
But at that moment
A wave of shouting erupted from the audience.
At first it was scattered, but soon it became organized, rhythmic.
"Little Lin, let's go!"
"Little Lin, come on!"
"Little Lin! Little Lin!"
Over and over again.
The chants echoed through the stadium.
A question mark practically appeared over Lin Feng's head.
His opponent, however, grew tense.
In the previous match, there had been a contestant with a similar chant, and that person had been extremely strong.
Was this guy the same?
Another hidden powerhouse?
The thought made him uneasy.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng himself looked completely confused.
He had expected to be recognized by some fans, sure.
But he had never posted anything about entering the tournament.
So how were they chanting in such perfect unison?
Did they organize this themselves?
He could not help but wonder.
But the moment the command "Battle start!" rang out, he stopped thinking about it.
He threw his Poké Ball without hesitation.
"Come out, Serperior!"
"Come out, Blaziken!"
Two voices rang out at the same time.
A Serperior and a Blaziken appeared on the field.
The instant they appeared, the bespectacled opponent visibly relaxed.
No matter how strong Lin Feng was, type advantage still mattered.
Blaziken landed and immediately began warming up its limbs, full of energy.
Serperior, on the other hand, lifted its head high, its cold gaze fixed on Blaziken. At the same time, an invisible aura quietly spread toward it.
"It's Serperior! It's Serperior!"
"Haha, you can tell from those Pidgeot that Little Lin is amazing at raising Pokémon. I've only seen this Serperior briefly before, but I heard it's incredible with Grassy Terrain!"
Some of Lin Feng's fans in the stands lit up the moment they saw Serperior.
They knew his nursery and orchard had raised many Pokémon.
Almost all of them had appeared on his video channel.
Serperior, Dragonite, Gardevoir, Alcremie, Blaziken, Milotic…
But aside from those appearances, their true strength was mostly unknown.
Longtime followers knew that the Pidgeot in his videos used to be Pidgeotto, even Pidgey. Now they had all evolved, and their performance in the Sky Challenge had become increasingly unbelievable.
At first, fans thought those Pidgeot were his strongest Pokémon.
Then Gardevoir appeared.
And that assumption shattered completely.
That Gardevoir was terrifyingly strong.
As more details came to light, people grew more and more curious about the rest of his team.
If even those Pidgeot were only used as part of a large-scale challenge lineup, then how strong were his main Pokémon?
Because of this, some longtime customers from Wutong Town had even created an online group, actively recruiting fans from his video channel.
The second most discussed topic in that group was simple:
Just how strong are Little Lin's Pokémon?
Some particularly dedicated fans had even tried to analyze each one.
Their conclusion?
Gardevoir was at least Champion-level.
Most of the Pidgeot were above Elite-tier.
And the largest Pidgeot might even rival Elite Four level.
The organized chanting earlier had actually been coordinated by members of that group.
But Lin Feng himself knew nothing about it.
He rarely checked comments anymore.
"Huh? You're saying that guy down there is 'Little Lin'? Why have I never heard of him?"
Many spectators, hearing the chants and nearby discussions, looked confused.
Someone would usually explain:
"He's the trainer of that Serperior down there. Don't be fooled by his age. He's… well… how do I put it? I'd say he's a breeder on par with top masters."
"And his strength is no joke either."
"How strong?"
The speaker paused, thinking of Gardevoir, then said with certainty:
"If nothing unexpected happens, he's probably going to win the whole tournament."
The person asking froze.
Then they looked down at the young man on the battlefield, disbelief written all over their face.
"No way… He looks like he's barely twenty…"
"Just watch," the other person said with a grin. "The battle's about to start."
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