A straightforward spear strike—such a simple method of attack... Dox should be able to block it, right?
Though Wai thought so, his expression clearly began to grow tense. Though he and Dox usually disliked the sight of each other and acted like troublesome friends, when it truly came down to it, Wai still worried.
Just like now, Wai's heart hung high in his throat, his gaze fixed without moving as he waited to see how Dox would turn the tables from the brink.
Based on Wai's understanding of Dox, he should certainly have been able to block such a frontal attack. At worst, he could activate his bloodline and use the Sword-backed Sandworm's hide, as thick as secret-patterned gold, to bolster his defense. It should not have been difficult to withstand it.
But at the very moment when a hair's breadth meant life or death, an unexpected change occurred.
That strange call of "Yuna" seemed to travel over layer upon layer of mountains, drifting from afar and echoing above the arena platform.
Upon hearing that call, Wai's expression grew even tenser. Earlier, Dox had continually reduced the number of sword spines because of that strange call. Now, at such a crucial moment, would this voice affect Dox again?
Wai's guess was correct.
As the call of "Yuna" echoed, Dox lost focus.
Though his lapse lasted less than a tenth of a second, it brought about an irreversible, fatal crisis.
Amid the Wicked Woman's shrill and unrestrained laughter, the blood-red spear of light abruptly accelerated. It had already been swift as lightning, but at this moment, it reached a speed that seemed capable of piercing through space itself.
Pfft—
The air tore with a violent shriek as the blood-red spear of light passed through Dox's chest in an instant, moving too