Fate practically yelled into the mic, voice cracking with excitement:
"HE'S GOING IN HOT! ARLON IS CHARGING WITH ENOUGH FIRE TO COOK A DRAGON!"
Arlon shot forward like a living fireball, spear glowing bright red, heat blasting out in waves.
Zenith didn't panic.
He didn't even flinch.
He just aimed the thin line of light in his hand.
Dreamer spoke in her calm, bored tone,
"Impact in three seconds."
Arlon roared,
"IGNITION—STRIKE!!"
He brought the flaming spear down with all his strength.
The arena floor sizzled under the heat.
Zenith moved his hand.
One clean, simple motion.
A slash of light—thin, straight, and unbelievably fast.
SHHKK—!
The two attacks met.
BOOOOM!!
A shockwave blasted across the arena, knocking dust and debris everywhere. People in the front rows had to cover their faces.
Rhys held his breath.
"Did… did Zenith stop that?"
Puddle squinted through the dust.
"Yes. Like cutting a vegetable."
When the smoke cleared, the crowd gasped.
