Edward shook his head slightly, giving what he felt was an objective judgment.
"Against an Elf Race powerhouse like Vetto, whose magic is bottomless and whose combat experience is so rich, it's almost impossible for him to win with only his current foundation and accumulation."
"Hahaha, I don't think so."
Just then, a hearty laugh came from the side.
Shanks was dressed in a well-tailored black suit, a white shirt, and a black cloak draped over his shoulders.
He had one hand propped on the tabletop, supporting his chin, and a faint, expectant smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
His deep gaze was fixed on the Shinobi World boy in the arena, who, despite being at a disadvantage, remained calm and tenacious, and possessed the same dazzling red hair.
"This world always has some unexpected surprises, doesn't it?"
Saint Shanks turned his head slightly to look at Edward, his eyes shining with anticipation for a new era as he said, "Especially these young people, filled with infinite possibilities. More or less, they all carry a power called 'miracle.'"
Even though he himself was only twenty-five.
Hearing Saint Shanks's idealistic words, a trace of disagreement flashed deep in Guild Master Edward's eyes.
In his view, battle was a precise thing. The gulf in power could never be filled by sheer hot blood and so-called "miracles."
Take his previous confrontation with the World Government, and his fight with that admiral, Demon Shark, for example.
Had he lost because he hadn't worked hard enough or fought desperately enough?
Or was it that, if he had been passionate enough then, he could have bounced back from rock bottom, unleashed some "miracle" power, and defeated the other man?
But this Guild Master Edward was a smart man.
More than that, he was a