"Asta… Asta, you are truly strong. You've pushed me to my limit. I have to increase my speed," he added, determination burning in his eyes.
Zevric started accelerating even more, trying to create enough distance between himself and the relentless ice spear so he could finally unleash his Slasher technique.
"Why is he moving so fast? He's trying to keep a distance between him and the spear. I'm trying my best to move the Ice Spear faster," Asta thought, floating his hand and increasing the speed of the Ice Spear.
But Zevric was using all his power—everything he had. The distance between them grew, and the crowd froze in suspense. Is this it? Is this it? they wondered.
Then the emissary announced loudly through the wind compressor, "Wow! It's loud!"
"My last attack… Strike Slasher!" Zevric shouted. A blue radiance erupted from his sword, just like last time. The strike disintegrated the Ice Spear completely. Exhausted, Zevric collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
