"Beautiful! Jacob, the Holy Son from Holy Light Divine Academy, has used one exquisite Holy Light Sealing Sword technique to subdue the crazed Hellhound! Look at that gorgeous sword formed from Holy Light! The purity of the Holy Light Sword represents its wielder's piety and control over magic. Jacob is undoubtedly at the very top!"
As the Dwarf commentator delivered his passionate commentary, top-seeded Jacob stood in the middle of the arena, calmly and gracefully pinning the Hellhound to the ground with a glowing sword formed from Holy Light.
Miraculously, the sword pierced the Hellhound without drawing any blood. It seemed not to have caused any real injury, merely pinning the beast to the ground.
His confident performance, combined with his upright, handsome face that looked just like a Superman actor's, drew shrieks from countless female spectators. He even bowed to the stands on one side, making the screams grow louder.
"Tch..."
Jia Xiu, waiting in the holding area, didn't like this Holy Son.
It was a competition, and the rankings were based on completion time. How did he have time to bow? So cheesy!
So what if it was a light sword? He'd used one before—a magic card that prevented attacks for three turns.
Nothing special.
Though he looked down on Jacob's behavior, he had to admit that the man had a knack for controlling magic. His fundamentals were probably more solid than Jia Xiu's.
There really were a few formidable opponents in this competition.
But Jia Xiu wasn't too worried. His competitive edge didn't lie in basic magic skills.
It lay in theoretical research, innovative applications, practical inspiration, and interpreting the rules.
Who was comparing fundamentals, anyway?
After subduing the Hellhound, Jacob began the next step.
"All right, he's now determining which toxin the Hellhound was poisoned with.