Can't Delay Dinner

As the commentator threw himself into his commentary, the remaining Flame Arrows followed behind Silver Fang, coming with him right up to Vizet.

Vizet's judgment had not been off in the slightest. With Silver Fang's appearance, the surrounding smoke screen was rapidly dispersing as well, and the duelling arena grew clear once more.

Silver Fang flicked out his left hand. The nails on that hand were actually as sharp as a wild beast's claws, flashing with bursts of cold light.

His other hand was not idle either. He swung his Wand toward his back and cast another Shield Charm, intercepting all the Flame Arrows.

"This is why Silver Fang is called the 'Berserker'!" the commentator shouted. "Not just magic! His body can serve as a means of attack too!"

As the commentator spoke, Silver Fang's claws were already within arm's reach, almost stabbing into Vizet's throat.

Many spectators stood up instinctively, as if they wanted to see more clearly that way, anticipating the fierce collision that was about to happen next.

Many others leaned back, or turned their heads aside, tightly shutting their eyes and covering their ears, not daring to experience the bloody scene that might occur.

The commentator gripped his Flying Broomstick between his legs and strained forward. "Wait! One Flame Arrow wasn't blocked. Noth is controlling—"

Boom!

A burst of intense white light erupted from the center of the Duelling Stage, followed immediately by a thunderous crash that swallowed the commentator's voice.

The entire Duelling Stage was once again shrouded in smoke and dust, but it soon gathered together, forming a cocoon-like cage that imprisoned Silver Fang within it.

At that moment, half of Silver Fang's body was bound. The part from his chest upward was exposed, and only his head could move.

He bared his teeth