As Sora lunged, attempting to clash blades, threw her first at her jaw before moving her blade. Chella's weapon shattered into a dozen razor-sharp shards. Sora barely dodged the deadly fragments as they dispersed.
Chella spewed blood from her mouth from the hit to the jaw she had just received, just before she vanished from Sora's line of sight
Before Sora could react, Chella reassembled her sword behind her and struck, landing a clean blow.
The crowd erupted—cheers, gasps, stunned silence. Years of watching battles hadn't prepared them for this. It wasn't just a fight—it was a war of wits, wills, and unimaginable power.
Yamato, seeing this didn't utter a word but had his mind blown from what he was witnessing
And it wasn't over yet.