"It... it's over..."
Lei Er Si let out a groan, collapsing into her chair without any regard for her image. She stared blankly at the crystal screen displaying the match results in mid-air for a long time before speaking in an utterly flat voice as if she's been worn out, "As everyone can see, the Black Vatican contestant from the Holy Church Joint Delegation has claimed the final victory. After an hour and thirty-three minutes, he finally defeated the number one seed, Foster Ward from the Dan Slave Military Academy, successfully advancing to the Sweet Sixteen... Oh my God, the Sweet Sixteen."
At the end, this young woman, who was almost numbed by the stimulation, eventually collected herself, exclaiming with incredibly complex emotions.
"You don't seem that excited."
