FWOOOOOMP!
The arena floor groaned as thin cracks spread outward from his feet. The qi did not stay close to the sword.
It spiraled into a cyclone, pressing down like a crushing tide.
Students near the arena edges staggered back.
"This pressure…!"
"It feels like my chest is being crushed!"
Ovrin exhaled slowly, shoulders rising and falling.
His sword trembled as the qi kept gathering, compressing tighter and tighter, until the light around the blade became dense and sharp, almost solid.
"TAKE THIS!"
He stepped forward and directly swung his sword.
FWOOOSH!
The sword qi tore free, not as a simple slash, but as a massive crescent wall of pressure that ripped across the arena, shredding stone, lifting dust, cutting everything in its path.
Gray did not retreat.
His eyes narrowed.
[Spirit Eyes]
Mana surged through his eyes before travelling through his body, flooding his limbs, tightening his muscles, and sharpening every sense.
The qi wave arrived.
BOOOOOOM!
