Jia Xiu stood in the arena, holding the flagpole, and felt that something was off about the commentary.
Ever since Saint Delro had entered, one of the commentators had sounded almost angry.
Did he have a problem with Saint Delro?
It couldn't be a problem with him, could it?
Impossible. He was just an ordinary student. Why would anyone pay attention to him?
Maybe the two commentators had gotten into a fight and were competing with each other.
They'd said they'd found a Dwarf and an Elf to commentate. They'd better not fail at pushing some grand, uplifting message and end up creating a whole new genre of bickering commentary. As for the rest of the opening ceremony, it seemed all right. Jia Xiu didn't know much about aesthetics, and he couldn't appreciate anything too refined or technical.
So he hadn't understood much of the Elf performance, but the magical fireworks had been great. Red fireworks transformed into a fiery dragon that swept across the sky above the arena.
The opening ceremony had been very brief. There hadn't even been any long speeches, which was quite different from the other student sports meets Jia Xiu had attended. But the opening ceremony wasn't the main event today. Right after it ended, the first round of the official competition began in the arena.
According to tradition, there would be five rounds in all, with each round's events designed by a different academy. The host academy's event would serve as the final round.
The first four rounds were meant to eliminate the participants who had only come for a bit of fun—mainly Saint Delro's troublemakers, of course.
They would also rank the participants who made it through, and those rankings would determine the advantages they received in the final round.
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