Today's sudden suspension of the Summit Conference had completely exceeded the expectations of people around the world.
Who could have imagined that the Summit Conference would suddenly turn into a martial arts tournament for the world's supernaturals...? But it seemed pretty good too, right?
Compared to stiff, formal meetings, they seemed to need something more stimulating... Would a worldwide live broadcast of supernatural powers from various countries be more capable of making human adrenaline surge than any sporting competition?
"Then let's provisionally call tomorrow's competition the Power Conference! Simple and brutal!"
In the online world, no one knew who had first suggested it, but it quickly won countless people's approval... The name Power Conference even quickly replaced the official explanation and became the focus of people's discussions.
"The Power Conference? What the hell... They've even made the odds already? Aren't these betting shops afraid of losing everything?"
After returning to the hotel, the Scarlet Flame Tower Master sneered contemptuously when he heard about it... As for tomorrow's so-called Power Conference, he even thought it was unnecessary.
It was clearly something cobbled together by those who had no hope of obtaining a seat on the Council... For a behemoth like the Magician's Association, becoming a Council member was practically a foregone conclusion. The Magician's Association had no need to display itself through combat.
However, the Scarlet Flame Tower Master did not object. He had even taken an interest in it.
Because...
"At last, I can beat the hell out of that bastard Stra fair and square!"
Inside the hotel's gym, the Scarlet Flame Tower Master was training as if he had been injected with stimulants... As for what use this kind of physical exercise could possibly have for a mage...
"Let him be happy."
That was the Ice Cold Tower