"Are you some kind of monster, you brat?! You're not even twenty yet—how could a wizard possibly master so many different kinds of magic?!"
Jose watched as the purple-black magic burning over Seiya's hands like flames was dispelled. Even his previously injured skin had completely healed in a short time. Jose was on the verge of losing it.
First there had been Dragon Slayer Magic, then Elemental Magic like Light Magic and Ice Magic.
Then there was Taijutsu Magic that strengthened the body and increased speed, along with bone armor similar to Requip Magic that had been used to block his attacks.
And now, Seiya had even pulled out purification magic and healing magic.
Jose had spent many years in the magic world, and he had seen so-called magical geniuses before.
Seiya had earned the honor of being a candidate for the Ten Wizard Saints at such a young age, and had mastered several other types of magic. Jose might have been impressed, but he had not been shocked.
But Seiya had used at least five or six different types of magic so far, and his mastery of every one of them had reached the highest level. That was utterly absurd.
Everyone's energy was limited, especially when it came to studying magic. It was never something that could be accomplished overnight.
"Is this all it takes to surprise one of the Ten Wizard Saints? Didn't you say earlier that you wanted me to see the difference between a 'candidate' and a true Ten Wizard Saints? Well, the difference certainly is obvious now. It seems the Magic Council must have been blind when selecting the Ten Wizard Saints, letting a stray fish slip through the net."
Faced with Seiya's repeated mockery, Jose finally flew into a rage.
"Dark Magic: Soul Devour—!"