(Ghost Nana illustration)
The blade radiance surged, abruptly extending from two feet to ten.
In that instant, Nana's figure vanished completely within the blade light, as though she had merged into that crimson fan-shaped blade radiance as it came cleaving down at Lin Ye's head!
A fan-shaped trail of scorching air lingered in the air, like the rising sun tearing through the morning mist, carrying an unstoppable oppressive force.
Whether in speed, power, or the quality of the Soul Tool, this strike had already reached the pinnacle of a Level 5 Soul Engineer.
Lin Ye did not dodge. He did not even take a step back.
He merely raised the ordinary soul engineering blade in his hand and met it head-on.
The two blades collided in the center of the arena with a crisp metallic clang.
Immediately afterward, the figure wrapped in fiery blade radiance was sent flying backward. Her feet scraped across the ground for more than ten meters before she barely managed to steady herself.
Nana staggered back two steps. The fingers gripping her short blade tingled faintly, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
How was that possible?
Her Crimson Flame Blade was a peak masterpiece among Level 5 Soul Tools, yet it had been so easily knocked aside by an ordinary training blade?
The surrounding crowd fell silent for a moment, then erupted as though a fuse had been lit.
Several boys stood with their mouths open, unable to say a word. Someone subconsciously rubbed his eyes.
The teacher's arms-folded posture stiffened slightly. The disdain on his face had not yet fully faded before it was replaced by undisguised shock.
He had never expected the beating he had been waiting to see would go in this direction.
Nana steadied herself, her knuckles whitening around the Crimson Flame Blade.