It had now been three official days since the start of the Continental Grand Festival.
Within the academy grounds, everything was proceeding far more smoothly than most had initially expected.
The grand stages, the divided combat sectors, the constant rotations of students and spectators—all of it moved like a well-oiled machine.
If anything, the excitement surrounding the tournament had only continued to rise with each passing day.
"Winner—Clad Ran!"
Cheers erupted once more as another match concluded. The announcer's voice echoed across the stadium, carrying the thrill of victory and defeat alike.
Every day brought new battles, new clashes of talent and will.
Winners were steadily filtered upward, matched against one another in increasingly intense confrontations.
What truly captivated the audience, however, was the unpredictable nature of the matchups.
