Wendy wiped the cold sweat from her brow, her gaze as resolute as ever.
"Of course. For everyone in the guild, I absolutely won't back down!"
Without any further probing, the two petite figures turned into afterimages once more, engaging in close-quarters combat at the center of the arena.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their small fists collided again and again, the dull sounds of flesh-on-flesh combat echoing throughout the arena.
They abandoned flashy long-range magic and chose the most primal, most physically exhausting form of close-quarters entanglement.
Every clash of fists and kicks stirred up tiny whirlwinds in the air.
Riiip!
The violent wind blades spilling from their exchange mercilessly tore through the surrounding ground, leaving dense scars and craters across the ruins.
Their magic power was rapidly draining away, and the wounds on their bodies continued to multiply.
Wendy's shoulder was slashed by a wind blade, blood staining her clothes red.
Sherria's cheek was cut by the fierce wind, leaving behind a glaring streak of blood.
Yet neither of them retreated even half a step.
They stared each other down, pushing themselves to the limit for the honor of their respective guilds with an unyielding refusal to lose.
"Haah!"
Sherria threw a punch, but exhaustion had taken its toll, causing her movement to distort slightly.
Wendy sharply caught that fleeting opening.
She twisted aside to evade the punch, then drove a heavy fist viciously into Sherria's abdomen.
Bang!
Sherria let out a muffled groan and staggered back five or six steps, nearly collapsing outright.
She panted heavily as sweat streamed down her cheeks.
Sherria's stamina had completely run dry.
Just as Lu Chongwei had said, even self-healing magic could not withstand the continuous expenditure of magic power and stamina.
At this moment, barely any magic power remained in her body,