After showing off his strength, Julian naturally gained the recognition of Omar, the Champion of Pannar, as well as of the several other high-ranking officials present there.
The officials sighed inwardly: Drakoria truly lived up to its role as the big brother. Their own Champion was already a hundred years old, yet he still could not defeat a young man in his twenties.
This big brother was getting stronger and stronger. But the stronger the big brother was, the better the little brothers’ lives would be.
They firmly made up their minds to hold on tightly to the big brother’s thigh.
The residents nearby were also aware of the riot happening inside the secret realm. If the Pokémon inside escaped, they would be the first to suffer, yet they hadn't left either.
It wasn't because they trusted the Pannar government or believed that the Pokémon couldn't break out.
Rather, their minds were preoccupied with making ends meet. If they couldn't even feed themselves, how could they worry about anything else?
Besides, if they left this place, where would they go to make a living? They might starve to death on the road. So the secret realm riot had nothing to do with them.
"Are they actually repairing that truck?"
On the way to the secret realm, Julian saw a flashily decorated large truck. Judging by the brand, it was made in Drakoria, but it had been snapped in half by a collision.
In such a condition, it should have been scrapped.
Yet, he saw a group of people with tools repairing it on the spot. Could that truck still be driven after being fixed?
"Julian, vehicles and equipment in Pannar are treated like this. As long as something can be repaired, it won’t be replaced. Their skills in this area are actually quite good."
Ambassador David, who was beside him, explained, then remarked with emotion, "Our country went through the same phase in the past. Back then, our technological level and national strength were too weak."
The current situation in Pannar was essentially a reflection of Drakoria's circumstances a century ago.
Today, Drakoria had become one of the only two superpowers in the world, even surpassing Celestria, all thanks to the hardships endured by previous generations.
"But things are different now. Drakoria is already a world power, and one day, even Celestria won’t dare to speak rashly in front of us," David said proudly.
The saying "a weak nation has no diplomacy" was something Ambassador David understood better than anyone else. He had served as ambassador in five different countries.
Pannar was not the most economically backward among them, but to David, it felt the most genuine.
"Mm. That wish of yours will be realized in a few years," Julian said, his gaze fixed outside, his tone firm and resolute.
The Ruin discovered earlier could allow Drakoria’s technology to advance by leaps and bounds. And given a few more years, he was confident he could become a champion.
By then, with both technological superiority and a greater number of champions overwhelming Celestria, he doubted they would dare to act as arrogantly as they did now.
About two hours later, the car came to a stop.
"Are we there?" Julian asked.
"The road ahead is rough. We’ll have to fly from here," Omar explained.
Julian really wanted to ask, why they hadn’t just flown from the start?
Each of them released their Flying-type Pokémon.
Omar’s was a Charizard, Level 91, early-stage Champion. Along with yesterday’s Blaziken, these were his only two Champion-level Pokémon.
Ambassador David’s was a Pidgeot at the pseudo-Elite level.
And Julian released Moltres.
Why not Dragonite? Of course, it was to show off—no, it was to avoid losing face for Drakoria. Right now, he representing his nation.
As a flying mount, Dragonite was somewhat "ordinary," while Moltres was "barely" acceptable.
"What a magnificent creature!" Omar said, his eyes lighting up in admiration.
Moltres, with its wings spread wide, seemed to have flames burning in its eyes. With each flap of its wings, sparks scattered, and the flames rising from its body made it look like the very embodiment of fire itself.
Moltres found this stranger who spoke so nicely to its liking. Too bad that dumb dog didn’t hear it.
Watching Moltres hold its head high, Julian smiled and used his psychic powers to float onto its back.
The three of them then headed toward the Top-tier secret realm. Given their speed and the short distance, they arrived in about five minutes.
Julian could already see the secret realm gate.
It was a massive gate of light, about 400 meters tall and 400 meters wide.
Normally, the entrance to a Top-tier secret realm was only seven to eight meters high, maybe a bit over ten at most.
But the secret realm gate before them now was an astonishing 400 meters in both height and width. It had not been this large originally, but because of the riot happening, the gate was continuously expanding.
The larger the gate became, the greater the number of Pokémon that could escape from it.
Below, Pannar had already stationed a large number of troops and weapons.
While human heavy weaponry had limited effectiveness against Elite-level Pokémon, it still had lethality against those below that rank.
If nuclear weapons were used, even unsuspecting Champion-level Pokémon could be killed if directly hit.
With Moltres being a Legendary Pokémon, its appearance immediately drew the attention of everyone below.
If Omar had not informed them in advance, panic would have broken out instantly.
The three of them landed in a clearing, and Julian recalled Moltres. The show off was over—no need to keep it up.
"Champion Omar."
Three men, looking slightly exhausted, approached Omar.
They were three of Pannar’s ten Pseudo-Champions, the ones responsible for guarding this Top-tier secret realm during Omar’s absence.
Although the secret realm was currently in a stable phase, they hadn’t dared to relax, hence their tired expressions.
"You’ve worked hard," Omar said with a nod.
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