193 Vast Difference

"Winner, Zeke Klein from the Upper Class!!!" Klaus declared.

The audience roared in amazement and proud cheers. And of course, they did! For such a splendid match, anything less would have been an insult.

The arena was still crackling with electricity, and charred marks filled the stage. There was no glamorous destruction thanks to the enhancements added to the platform beforehand, but the remnant scars on the floor was enough prove of the match's intensity.

Of course, it was inevitable that an Upper-Class Elite would win, but it was still a bit of a shock—no, it was downright unbelievable—how poorly the Middle-Class Student had fared.

There was too large a gap between the two that it felt like a Third Year was fighting a beginner. The way Zeke easily won against his opponent; using his destructive lightning blasts to counter all areas before the Wind Mage could get any closer was impressive.