"All right, I think you've all seen the result."
Sitting before the podium, Fang Zheng smiled at the reporters below.
"So, is there anything else you'd like to say?"
"..."
Faced with Fang Zheng's question, the usually sharp-tongued reporters had nothing to say. They had expected this to be a very difficult battle. However, they had never imagined the gap in strength between the two sides would be so enormous. The International Magic Association had not sent its strongest members, but they were still top-tier powerhouses. Yet after a single exchange, before Fang Zheng's side had even done much of anything, one Dragon Breath had wiped them all out.
If Fang Zheng had not held back, those unlucky Magi would probably have been reduced to nothing but bones by now. Even so, they had still been badly injured. Only a few who reacted quickly and specialized in defensive magic had escaped disaster with minor injuries. The rest were seriously hurt, especially those who had been sent flying by the black dragon's terrifying tail-swipe combo at the start. The fact that they had survived at all was already fortunate.
The final result of this battle was that Fang Zheng's name once again spread across the entire world.
Only this time, it was more than mere fame. Nations everywhere were astonished, wondering where such a monster had come from.
Fang Zheng had first become famous around the world for inventing Universal Flying Magic and the Automatic Core. After that, he had piloted Destiny Gundam and destroyed a combined fleet. By then, every nation had already placed Fang Zheng on its list of "strategic-class Magi." But this time, he had summoned a powerful Dragon, once again displaying strength comparable to, or even exceeding, that of a strategic-class Magus.
The other nations no longer