Green light blazed to the extreme.
It shrouded the vast sky above Duel City with unstoppable force.
As if it had been replaced by an upside-down emerald sea.
Vast, pure, and filled with a sacred aura, the magical fluctuations surged.
They turned into a visible frenzy of energy, sweeping across the entire venue like wave after wave.
The howling gale tore apart the ground that was already shattered beyond recognition.
But before countless stones and dust could rise into the air, they were crushed directly into fine powder by that magical pressure.
Even with magical barriers, all kinds of wards, and force fields in the way, the hundreds of thousands of spectators present still had no choice but to close their eyes.
Some even found it a little difficult to breathe.
"Heh, each generation really does surpass the last. The young are truly terrifying."
Chairman Edward, seated with Shanks on the chairman's platform that had an excellent view, looked through the blinding green light that filled the sky
and gazed at the young figure high above, who looked like a god descending to the mortal world.
He could not help letting out a long, complicated sigh.
This former twentieth Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom
had eyes filled at that moment with shock, relief, and an unconcealable loneliness.
Edward thought to himself in silence.
Back then, to become the "Wizard King," strength had been the primary requirement, but it had by no means been the only one.
Aside from magical power that stood out among the many captains, one also had to take into account one's background, the achievements accumulated in the Magic Knights, the recognition and trust of the people, as well as a suitable age and political considerations.
It could be said to be a long process that