"Break Wind Slash!"
The sword struck toward Mira with a sharp burst of pressure.
This attack was far faster than the ones before.
But the instant he lifted his shoulder, Mira had already moved.
She had already judged the direction before the sword even came out.
The blade brushed the edge of her clothes and cut a shallow mark into the arena floor.
At the same time, Mira's scythe handle hooked behind Kahn's knee.
She stomped down. Roots wrapped around his other leg. Then she twisted both hands.
BOOM!
Kahn was slammed to the ground once more.
This time, before he could even get up, the blade of Mira's scythe was already resting beside his neck.
Kahn's face turned green. A few seconds later, he gritted his teeth and said, "I surrender."
The host's voice immediately rang out.
"Winner, Mira Veil!"
After a brief silence, the arena erupted.
This time, it was no longer laughter. It was genuine shock and cheering.
"She really won!"
"A farmer beat a combat class?"
