Seeing her expression, Rigel smiled faintly.
"Not bad. But… not enough."
The voice was by no means mocking.
Rather, after acknowledging her effort, it was a matter-of-fact reality telling her it still did not reach.
The instant she heard Rigel's words, Testarossa's body instinctively leapt back.
No hesitation, no pause.
Her eyes had regained a beast-like shine again.
"Azure Fang, Wind Blade Palm!"
Together with the shout, what was released from both her hands were blades invisible to the eye.
Palm strikes as if tearing the air itself assailed Rigel in succession.
The sound of splitting wind rang out like thunder.
But Rigel did not move.
Without moving his feet a single step, only by subtly changing the angle of his body he evaded every one of those attacks by a paper-thin margin.
A single strand of hair grazed by a blade and danced in midair.
Only that.
From the audience seats the sound of someone swallowing their breath leaked.
