Jason had tapped into the depths of his training, drawing upon the knowledge and skills he had acquired from his esteemed clan. It was clear that he had harnessed a technique unique to his lineage, one that held the potential to turn the tide of the battle.
As Jason's hands blazed with the scorching flames, casting an ethereal glow across the arena, Orion's gaze fixated on the mesmerizing sight.
A thought flickered in his mind, escaping his lips in a murmured reflection. "It seems that the clan now takes martial arts more seriously, no longer solely reliant on contract beasts."
Orion was well aware of the reputation that the Ignatius clan had built over the years. They were renowned for their exceptional control over fire beasts.
However, the sight of Jason's fiery fists suggested a shift in their approach—a newfound emphasis on personal cultivation and skill.