"Wait… did he actually win?"
"He won?! After all that? After getting hit like that?"
"I thought he was done for. No way anyone survives that!"
"He took a spell that looked like Tier 3 or even higher—head-on—and still stood back up. That's insane!"
"Not just stood up… he fought back. Ended the match. That's not just talent—that's sheer willpower."
"But wasn't Lira Wynn only a Tier 2 mage? How did she even cast spells like that?"
"You think she used an artifact?"
"That's illegal, isn't it?"
"Of course it is."
"Then someone needs to check. This year's tournament is getting wilder by the hour."
The commoner stands crackled with energy. Voices clashed and overlapped as theories, doubts, and awe collided in the air. Everyone had seen the match—no one fully understood it.
"Most would've passed out cold from a wound like that."
"He didn't even cast anything at the end. I swear—it looked like pure physical movement."
