Nie Zi's words were like a heavy hammer, making everyone feel tight in their chests.
The voices of the senior executives who just thought Luther was a joke were trembling.
"It's impossible. If he wants to win a hundred games in a row, he can win a hundred games in a row. Does he have the strength?"
As if encouraged by these words, everyone who was worried about Luther's occupation of the records breathed a sigh of relief.
"There are so many powerful trainers in the tournament, Luther is nothing to worry about."
"It's easy to lose. His acting skills are so good that we can't directly sanction him. It's not easy for him to win. After all, the opponent doesn't know how to act, so he can only win by relying on his strength."
"I agree. There are so many excellent trainers in Galar, and we have accumulated a lot of talents over the years. If Luther wants to win a hundred consecutive victories, he will have to see if Dan Emperor and the others agree to be the first to break the record.
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"Dandi has won more than 50 major games in a row now, and he also maintains an unbeaten record in small games. How easy is it for Luther to surpass him?"
Nie Zi's status prevented him from being as optimistic as the senior executives in front of him. Seeing that they decided to wait and see for a few days, he left the Propaganda Department without saying a word.
Before leaving, he asked Arden from the video and picture team to take away all the videos of Luther in the past three days.
After walking out of the alliance headquarters building in Gongmen City and looking up at the dark night sky, Nie Zi fell into a brief daze.
He had an extremely bad premonition, which was like a shadow that was constantly spreading, weaving a dark night, covering himself, and even... the Galar Championship.
Today, several senior executives who visited are still optimistic that Luther's winning streak is a joke.
Although they informed the remaining senior management of the news, there was no hint of nervousness in their tone, and they did not take Luther's behavior seriously at all.
But Nie Zi was different. His rich battle experience allowed him to judge from some traces of Luther's battle that Luther was by no means a rookie.
This idea was also recognized by Ma Li.
Without hanging up the phone, Ma Li listened to the second half of the conversation.
Sitting in front of the screen and searching for Luther's information, she also saw the content of Luther's battle, but it was during the Lily of the Valley Conference.
"Brother, he and his Heiluga are very strong."
Ma Li rarely takes the initiative to praise someone, her emotional expressions are not intense, and most of the time she is like an ice cube.
Apart from Dan Emperor, this was the first time in a long time that Nie Zi had heard Ma Li praise someone so much.
With an old body that rivals that of a young elf in his prime, relying on his extraordinary willpower to defeat his opponents one after another, how terrifying would such a Heiluga be in his prime?
The more Ma Li watched, the more frightened she became. How could such a person lose a hundred games in a row?
Will the top management think that such a person is incapable of winning back?
Ma Li's words made Nie Zi's heart sink.
Their knowledge of Luther's power all comes from the video from three years ago.
However, Luther has not participated in any official competition since the Suzuran Conference, leaving no data or video reference.
No one knows how strong he has become in the past three years.
The optimism of the top management is undoubtedly based on "No matter how strong Luther is, he is not as strong as Sirona. If he is better than Sirona, he will be the champion."
Their self-confidence is based on the fact that "there are so many excellent trainers in the championship, and if things really get out of control, there will be Dan Emperor to wipe their ass."
But are there really no errors between these two items?
"Ma Li, if you have time, watch the online live broadcast, find Luther's number, and follow his games. I always have a bad feeling."
The official battle software can see some recent game data, so Luther's opponents will always show a smile that cannot be concealed after a short period of sluggishness.
After losing a hundred games in a row, this is such a gift of points, and it is so heart-warming.
The same is true for Luther's opponents today.
During the pre-game handshake with Luther, he couldn't help laughing and pretended to be kind and comforted Luther with a few words.
"It doesn't matter if you are poor in strength, just work hard."
"God rewards hard work."
All in all, upon hearing it, it sounds like a veteran chicken soup contestant.
Looking at this red-haired guy with auburn hair who had already booked his victory before the game even started, Luther shrugged helplessly.
Luther just told him pityingly: "It's a pity that you didn't match me two days ago."
"Rotom suddenly received a message and is unable to take charge of this game. Please wait for the arrival of the new referee, Lotto."
Just when Luther took out the Poké Ball and the audience's emotions were brewing, Rotom suddenly suspended the game.
Change referee?
Why replace?
The audience looked at each other, but Luther had a smile that couldn't be hidden.
A few minutes later, an old referee arrived at the scene. After shaking hands with Luther and Hongmao, he stood at the referee's seat on the battlefield.
"It seems that the Galar Alliance has noticed it, and it's not in vain for me to have such a good time." Luther threw the Poké Ball in his hand and smiled, "It's a pity that I don't plan to perform today. The loser's achievements have already been taken."
We’re here, it’s time to win.”
During the referee's countdown, Luther and the red-haired Poké Ball were released at the same time.
After Red Hair's own Coal Turtle appeared on the stage, he was stunned for a moment when he saw the black smoke coming out of Luther's Poké Ball.
This was the first time he saw such an elf.
He saw that some of the spectators watching the battle had dull expressions, and some looked frightened as they looked at the black elves floating in the air.
"Darkrai..."
He didn't know that his name was spoken, and agitation spread among the crowd.
Because Luther plays games more frequently, many people present know Luther, a losing streak guy.
When they saw Luther today, they originally planned to cheer him up, hoping that he could win a victory and not be so frustrated by losing all the time. However, after seeing Darkrai, they only looked at Luther with eyes that
weird.
Can a trainer with Darkrai lose a hundred games in a row?
Am I crazy or is the world crazy?
Or is Darkrai crazy?
He actually accepts such a person as his trainer?
Some were jealous, some were confused, some were angry, a hundred kinds of feelings were intertwined, and everyone looked at Luther with something wrong.
After all, some people's sympathy comes from the charity of those who think they are strong, or the pity of those standing on the shore for those struggling in the water.
The referee on duty was also dumbfounded.
He was ordered by the league's top brass to come to officiate the game.
Rotom is perfectly capable of shooting this kind of game at the fish egg level, but I don't understand why it must be enforced manually.
After seeing Darkrai, he quickly realized that this game was the first time the legendary elf appeared since the start of Galar.
Realizing this, his hands even started to tremble with excitement.
Luther yawned and told Darkrai: "Remember what I said last night, I need to record. Let's start this game with the fastest solution to a single battle."
Darkrai nodded slightly, his gaze firmly fixed on the Coal Turtle.
The Coal Turtle couldn't help but take a step back when Darkrai's eyes stared at him, and the terrifying pressure made his body become a little stiff.
"The Luther player will attack first, and the game begins."
"Bang!"
A roar sounded immediately after the referee's words, and then the dust settled.
Hong Mao looked at the spot where the Coal Turtle originally stood, and there was nothing there.
Looking back stiffly, I saw that the coal turtle and the wall were stuck together, and gravel fell from time to time on the cracked wall.
"The results haven't been announced yet, what are you waiting for?"
Luther's dissatisfied words woke up the dull referee. With the help of the assistant referee Rotom, the referee announced the victory of Darkrai.
What happened in that moment just now?
The referee didn't see it, and neither did the audience.
From their perspective, two Darkrai seemed to appear on the field. One was floating in place, and the other appeared in front of the Coal Turtle. He patted the Coal Turtle gently, and the Coal Turtle took off.
"I ask Rotom to announce the time when Darkrai came into contact with the Coal Turtle just now." Luther raised his hand and looked at the referee, "I think this will be the quickest small game to end in this competition.
In order to record, it must be rigorous.”
The referee nodded blankly and acknowledged Luther's appeal.
"Seventy-seven seconds." Aerial Rotom replied after checking the video that flashed before his eyes.
This astonishing data caused an uproar in the audience.
"Tsk, no, Darkrai, can you go a little faster?" Luther said, "Otherwise Mariluli will laugh at you."
Darkrai's blue eyes flashed, as if there were fire jumping inside.
Zhan Wulang, who had just been replaced, had just heard that the game had started. Hong Mao, who was intent on attacking, had not had time to call out the name of the skill when he found Zhan Wulang lying limply on the ground.
"Apply to know the game data." Luther raised his hand again.
"0.51 seconds."
Rao, who was the referee on duty and had rich experience in law enforcement, was confused at this moment and allowed Luther to dominate the game.
But Hongmao had completely collapsed. He mechanically collected Zhan Wulang and threw out the third Elf Big-billed Bird.
Because Hongmao had no fighting experience before, Luther did not kill him instantly in this battle, but let the big-billed bird launch a tickling triangle attack.
Darkrai waved his hand gently as if brushing off dust, and the toucan screamed and was knocked away by the shadow ball.
This made Luther's kindness look particularly cold, so that all the spectators present felt that Red Hair was very miserable.
The three games took a total of five seconds and one two seconds.
If Luther also pursues extreme speed in the last game, then this data will be even more terrifying.
When shaking hands with Hongmao after the game, Luther said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, God rewards hard work."
Then he strode away from the battlefield and rushed to the next arena.
Ma Li, who had been searching for information about Luther's battle in Spike Town, soon saw the series of rapidly increasing wins after Luther's number.
And the speed is even faster than when losing the game.
"Brother, your hypothesis is about to come true."
"It seems that losing the performance is more difficult than not performing. He is so scary now."