(Thank you very much to Yume no Shouyou, Lei Xiang, Yunqi Qinggu, and Xingye Tianmeng for the tips!)
"Boom!!!"
The spiraling dragon breath, edged in dazzling light, struck Heine without the slightest deviation, erupting with a tremendous blast and brilliant flames.
Violent gusts surged outward like an explosion, sweeping across the entire arena.
Storm-like shockwaves rushed toward the stands like invisible waves, knocking the spectators every which way and drawing out scream after scream.
Papers, hats, bottles, and jars flew everywhere...
The entire venue fell into chaos.
In the VIP section, Graham and the members of the royal guard all moved in front of Veronica, using their bodies to withstand the oncoming gusts while vigilantly watching their surroundings, refusing to give the thugs eyeing Veronica a chance to strike.
Veronica herself, however, paid no heed to the possibility that someone might use this opportunity to assassinate her. As though she did not value her own life at all, she stared fixedly at the center of the arena, shock appearing on her cold, iron-blooded face.
"That dragon breath..."
Veronica stared blankly at Lancelot, who had unleashed Piercing Dragon Breath Dance and was hovering in midair, panting, as well as Sylvia, who sat on Lancelot's back looking somewhat exhausted. She clenched her fist, turned her head, and fixed her gaze on Wu Yan, who had remained calm from beginning to end.
"Could that be another one of your tricks?..."
"A trick?..." Hearing Veronica's exceptionally harsh assessment, Wu Yan shrugged.
"Over those three days, I didn't merely have Sylvia adapt to Lancelot's speed. If that were all, once her speed advantage was broken, Sylvia would have had no chance of winning..."
He raised his eyes toward the center of the arena and smiled leisurely.
"That 'trick' was therefore the key to Sylvia's