His body disappeared.
'Whoosh!'
A current of wind exploded across the arena, the air distorting with the speed of the movement. In the next instant, he was already in front of Kyrian, the dagger descending in a precise arc.
'Fshhh!'
A blade of wind sliced through the air so fast that many spectators could barely follow it.
Kyrian tilted his head, and the blade passed by his face, so close that he felt the wind against his skin. He had seen everything, not only the attack but also the movement of the shoulder, the rotation of the wrist, the trajectory of the blade, the shift in the center of gravity, and the next step. Everything was clearly exposed before his violet eyes.
Kyrian retreated, his feet sliding across the arena floor. The young man advanced again, faster, much faster.
'Whoosh!'
Another blade, another attack. Another, another, another. The arena was quickly filled with currents of wind that sliced through the air like invisible razors.
