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As the two exciting matches came to an end, the atmosphere in the gym became lively. The audience sat together and discussed the matches that had just ended.

The important figures in the city and the gym testers were also exchanging opinions in their respective corners.

The mayor sat in the VIP seat, his hands folded on his knees, leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Wen Qi.

His eyes revealed appreciation and satisfaction, and he thought to himself:

“It is rare that Wen Qi, at such a young age, possesses such outstanding commanding abilities and a profound understanding of the elves.

If his gym can continue to maintain this level, it will surely attract more outstanding trainers to challenge him.

This plays an indispensable role in enhancing the visibility and influence of our city.”

The mayor's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and it was obvious that he approved of Wen Qi's performance.

The search team leader Jiang Tiansheng stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his expression serious and earnest. He stared at Wen Qi, and couldn't help but admire his strength:

“In battle, he can quickly perceive the opponent’s weaknesses and make decisive decisions, commanding the elves to launch precise attacks. This calmness and courage are not something that ordinary people can possess.

Moreover, his attitude towards challengers is also commendable. Not only does he show great skills in battle,

He also patiently gave guidance after the battle. This spirit is crucial to cultivating excellent trainers."

Li Lei nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

However, not everyone has a completely positive view of Wen Qi. Gym Master Zhao Min sat in the corner, frowning slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

He whispered to himself:

“Wen Qi’s strength is indeed not to be underestimated, but his rise seems to have been a little too rapid.

Is his training method really reasonable? His spirit's strength has increased so quickly, could it be that he has used some unfair means?"

Zhao Min's heart was full of doubts, and he decided to pay more attention to Wen Qi's every move in the follow-up investigation to ensure that he did not violate any regulations.

Some children from big families looked at Wen Qi with envy, thinking secretly in their hearts:

“I wish I could have his strength and reputation.

Wen Qi not only performed well in the gym challenge, but also won the love and respect of the audience. His future is bright!"

There was a hint of jealousy in their eyes, but more of it was envy and yearning for Wen Qi.

They also hope that one day they can achieve brilliant success in elf training like Wenqi.

As for the gym testers, they sat together, carefully looking through the records and data in their hands, looking up at Wen Qi from time to time, and exchanging opinions with each other.

One of the older testers pushed up his glasses and said slowly:

“Judging from his current performance, Wenqi basically meets the requirements of a gym leader.

His command ability, elf strength and attitude towards challengers have been recognized by everyone.

However, we still need to further observe his performance in subsequent challenges and his ability to manage and operate the gym.

After all, an excellent gym leader must not only have strong strength, but also be able to provide a good training environment and guidance for trainers."

The other testers nodded in agreement and said they would continue to conduct rigorous inspection and evaluation of Wenqi.

The audience's opinions were more direct and enthusiastic.

"Master Wenqi is so amazing! His command is simply amazing. Every instruction is just right, allowing the elves to exert their greatest strength."

"Yeah, and he's so young, he'll definitely become a top gym leader in the future!"

"I will train my elf to be as powerful as his in the future, and then come here to challenge him!"

The audience's praises were endless. They were full of admiration and respect for Wenqi, and expressed their expectation that he would bring more wonderful performances in future gym challenges.

In general, despite some different voices, most people have a positive evaluation of Wenqi.

His outstanding performance in the gym challenge has made him the focus of everyone's attention, and his future development is highly anticipated.

After a short break, the air around the battle field seemed to be ignited again. Everyone looked towards the entrance of the venue with anticipation, waiting for the last challenge of the day to begin.

A man with a slender figure and a determined expression was seen walking towards them with big strides. He was the finale of this challenge - the gym trainer Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at Wen Qi at the other end of the venue, his eyes burning with raging fighting spirit and deep resentment.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly:

"Wenqi, in the last gym battle, my brother let you go because he felt sorry for you, so you luckily won the game and got a big advantage.

Today, I will never let you succeed again. I will defeat you here in an open and square manner and avenge my brother!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the venue and shaking the audience around him.

Qin Ming clenched his fists tightly and his body trembled slightly. It was obvious that he was blinded by anger.

When Wen Qi heard Qin Ming's words, he was stunned for a moment, then the scene of the last gym match flashed through his mind, and he suddenly realized:

"So he is Qin Ming's younger brother. No wonder he is so hostile to me."

Wen Qi shook his head gently, with a helpless smile on his face.

He looked up at Qin Ming, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and confidence, and said lightly:

"Qin Ming, the gym competition is a fair competition. Winning or losing depends entirely on strength. Your brother is indeed very good, but if he loses, he loses. The same goes for you today. I am not afraid of you."

Wen Qi's voice was steady and calm, as if he was not affected by Qin Ming's momentum at all. He let his hands hang casually at his sides, his body upright, and waited quietly for the game to begin.

At this time, the referee walked to the center of the venue with steady steps and announced the rules of the game solemnly.

Following the referee's order, Wen Qi's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a mysterious smile.

He flicked his wrist slightly, and the Poké Ball drew a graceful arc in the air. Accompanied by a brilliant light, a Morulu Moth appeared in the center of the venue.

The moth flapped its colorful wings, and the powder on its wings sparkled charmingly under the sunlight, as if it was an elf flying from a dream world.

Its tentacles swayed gently, and its six red eyes stared intently at the opposite side, exuding a mysterious and majestic aura.

When Qin Ming saw the Moruo moth sent out by Wen Qi, he was stunned at first, and then the anger on his face instantly reached its peak.

His cheeks flushed red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Wen Qi, you dare to send out this moth. You used the moth to defeat my brother last time. Are you trying to humiliate me on purpose?"

Qin Ming's voice became a little hoarse because of anger. He almost roared as he took the Poké Ball from his waist and threw it into the air with force, while shouting:

"Mighty Crocodile, come on! Let him know how powerful we are!"

As the Poké Ball opened, a huge crocodile landed with a thud.

The body of the giant crocodile is covered with hard scales, like a solid armor, and its mouth is wide open.

It revealed a row of extremely sharp teeth, as if it could easily tear apart anything that stood in its way.

The limbs of the Hercules crocodile are thick and powerful, and every step it takes makes the ground tremble slightly. It lets out a low and majestic roar, demonstrating to the Moth, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Wen Qi looked at Qin Ming's powerful crocodile, and a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect to see a powerful crocodile here. It was really rare, but he soon regained his composure.

He stroked his chin gently, secretly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind, while Qin Ming stood opposite, staring at Wen Qi and Molu Ge.

As if he wanted to penetrate them with his eyes, the air was filled with a tense and intense atmosphere, and a thrilling battle was about to begin.