Chapter 19: Pokemon: I Transmigrated Twice [19]
"Do I need to fight this new champion of the Galar League?"
Lance asked coldly, his voice carrying a hint of indignation.
To him, it felt as though these people were outright underestimating him.
What was this supposed to mean?
Did they think he couldn't beat some upstart who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere?
"Alright, alright, let's get back on topic," interjected Goodshow. His short stature and jovial demeanor made him resemble a kindly Santa Claus, but his tone sought to diffuse the growing tension in the room. In truth, it felt more like he was steering the conversation away than returning to the main issue.
"Lance, tell us about this new Team Rocket member you've discovered. Are there any specific points of concern?"
Though Lance knew this was an attempt to redirect his attention, he drew a deep breath and decided to indulge the elder statesman.
"He's very young, probably just over ten years old. Judging by his performance, his formal training career likely isn't long, and his skill level is around that of a regular Gym Leader. However, his coordination with his Pokémon is exceptional. In time, he will undoubtedly become a significant threat."
"He has a Beedrill—one that's stronger than my Dragonite," Lance added after a brief pause, though the admission pained him.
The revelation that someone had a Pokémon more powerful than Lance's Dragonite caused a ripple of astonishment among the League's senior officials.