"What... what move is that?"
"Gale Spear."
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Raymond, without wasting words, fought with grand, sweeping movements, ready to face death. Each strike he made left the audience outside the arena on edge.
Because they were not on the same level at all, this was already considered a challenge beyond his ranking. It could be said, the reason he was able to continue at this point was half due to betting, half due to desperation, and the last half was leaving his luck to God.
He didn't have time to think much; Sistine's attacks were too fierce and her speed far surpassed his. If she wanted to play with him, even if Raymond exhausted all his strength, he wouldn't be able to touch her, just like with Mansfield.
Luckily, this time Sistine took the initiative to attack.
