"Is this your favorite moment, then?"
I whispered.
Then I raised my hand.
"He disappeared."
"It had nothing to do with speed or penetration. I completely restrained his movement… then he appeared somewhere else."
Teleportation. Without a doubt.
I fell silent for a moment. My thoughts clashed with one another, my analyses colliding alongside them.
Then I smiled.
A thousand wind blades surged from my hand, slowly merging together until they became fewer in number—but vastly larger and far more powerful. They settled beside one another like an army before battle.
"Trying the same trick again?" The Lord of the Seven Steps mocked.
I didn't answer. I raised my hand toward the sky.
In a single instant, every blade shot upward, aligning perfectly until they covered the entire arena. A colossal circular ceiling formed above us, shaped exactly like the arena itself.
