In the White Dragon Tower of the Land of Six Towers, Alicia heard from Locke's master that he had entered the Magic Combat Tournament, so she asked the other wizards to buy her a live broadcast of it.
Alicia stared at the water hyacinth before her. Watching the perilous battle between Locke and Antoine in the scene, she frowned slightly.
"I hope Locke can win. But his opponent is also very powerful, so Locke may not necessarily win."
"But I still hope Locke can win."
The soul of Great Wizard Sura looked at the scene above the water hyacinth, somewhat unable to believe that this was Locke Augustine from the Land of Six Towers three years ago.
Great Wizard Sura said, "The power of the two wizards in this match has already surpassed what I was capable of back then."
"I didn't expect Locke's growth to surpass my expectations again."
"At this rate, he should be very close to becoming a Second-Ring Wizard. But Alicia, you're not bad either. You truly are a genius of our Plutarch Family—"
"Of course, judging from this, your relationship with Locke is indeed an extremely valuable investment."
"The return will be very high."
"I had high hopes for him back then."
Alicia furrowed her brows without saying anything.
On Arena One, Locke frowned. Antoine had changed his previous fighting style, and that unpleasant feeling of being watched and predicted had disappeared.
That earlier style had been nothing more than a Third-Ring Wizard predicting his movements.
That feeling of something clinging to him like a bone-deep curse, following him like a shadow, had been truly unpleasant.
Antoine's fighting style had changed completely a moment ago, and their battle had drawn much closer to a head-on clash.
Even so, Locke was still the one at a