Arc 2, Chapter 110—The Desperate Spectators!
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With the 2 ready to fight, the host raised his hands and the battle commenced.
Both Artilla and Hendrix looked calm, but their veins were fueled with adrenaline. And just like that, the battle had already raged for 7 minutes.
But to the fighters, it felt like it was barely a second ago when they started their little brawl..
Hendrix stood firm, with his elegant fountain pen gleaming ominously under the arena's light.
With a calm precision, he drew a line on the ground.
"Stay," he muttered, his voice carrying an almost divine authority.
BOOM!
Artilla's fan blades smashed into the invisible barrier Hendrix had conjured.
Sparks flew as her weapon met resistance, yet her lips curled into a wicked grin.
'Good, I expected this much.' She inwardly muttered, feeling all senses in her body heighten.
It was fun to fight another strong man.
