"No, wait—how can you still move?!"
Scott stared in disbelief as he dropped from the air.
He had aimed carefully this time. He wanted to knock that sneaky little schemer out in the first round, before she had a chance to pull anything.
But half the arena had cracked open, and she was completely fine?
"Are you done attacking?"
March 7th sprang up, swaying from side to side. She raised her fists, her gaze sharp.
"Then it's my turn to start with the breakstep!"
"I don't care what stupid step you use!" Scott immediately swung his iron staff in a vicious sweep toward March 7th.
The staff rapidly extended until it was half the arena's diameter, then swept toward her with crushing force.
March 7th narrowed her eyes. Crouching low, she swayed left and right before slipping sideways.
She passed straight through the sweeping staff and kept darting toward Scott.
"???"
"What the hell am I seeing?!"
When the blow missed, Scott hurriedly changed tactics and hurled the staff at March 7th.
It spun toward her head with the force of Thousand Weights, whipping up a fierce gust.
But she flickered aside again. The staff passed through her afterimage, and March 7th kept coming.
"???"
"Are you human or a ghost?!"
While Scott was still reeling, March 7th reached him and opened with a flurry of punches.
Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam—
Countless fists hammered his golden armor, leaving dents all over it. The pain was unbearable. Scott could only raise both arms and block as best he could.
"Despicable!"
The moment Scott spat out the word, his body rose into the air against his will again.
"No!" By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late. Just as he was about to land, March 7th kicked