The sixth day of the tournament went on to be a little bit more hectic than expected.
As it turned out, after witnessing Zoemi's fight the previous day many contestants have straight-up conceded, unwilling to test their strength against someone who had such power at his disposal.
After all, if it required a sage to stop only one of the boy's attacks, and said the attack didn't even cause the boy to go into the state of mana depletion, meaning that he could have used it more than once during a fight, didn't that put him at least around the sage level too?
With that in mind, only two duels would end up happening on that day, and Zoemi would be participating in one of them.
"...?"
|What...?|
As the black-haired boy was stepping onto the arena, so did his opponent, and the sight of the white-haired man in his late thirties wearing an apron was so out of place that Zoemi simply froze in shock, staring at him in disbelief.
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