"Begin!" The moment Thalan's voice echoed, Solemon shot forward like a bullet.
"He's the real oddball here. If I give him even a second to think, he'll overwhelm me. I have to strike first!" Solemon's thoughts raced as fast as his feet.
While still in motion, he arced his right arm back. Multiple spears of compressed air materialized in the sky with a whoosh. Then, with a violent thrust, he launched them all toward Logan.
Yet Logan didn't move.
He hadn't moved even an inch since the match had started.
And now, even as the deadly barrage hurtled toward him, he still stood there... calm, motionless.
On the balcony on Arcadia's side, everyone was wearing a dumbfounded look. "What is he doing?" Ali blurted out. "I know he's stronger, but if those spears hit him head-on, even he'll be hurt."
Noah frowned and nodded slowly. He had the same thought.
Alice clutched the edge of her dress tightly.
Rudeous narrowed his eyes, fists slowly tightening.
