The whirling sphere of compressed air blades screamed through the arena.
Logan leaped back, increasing the distance. Then he waved his right hand. An ice wall materialized in front of the sphere, but the sphere pierced through it with ease and kept moving.
Logan didn't have time. He waved his hand once more. Multiple ice walls materialized. But the sphere kept moving like an unstoppable force, tearing through every piece of the ice walls.
"Damn it! What kind of twisted thing is this? And if he had something so powerful, why didn't he use it against the wyvern?!"
He leaped back a vast distance. And then raised both his hands. Fired swirled quickly, turning into a raging fireball. He hurled it forward.
Finally, both spheres clashed with each other and neutralized each other.
Logan wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead with his index finger.
"Phew! Master, where were all these attacks back when you fought the wyvern?" Logan asked, his breathing still a little uneven.
