"Ant, do you... want to dance?"
"You..."
Hearing the coldness in Mo Xie's voice and seeing his attack blocked so easily, Xiao Haoxuan's expression changed.
Anger surged through him, and his temper flared.
This arrogant bastard thinks I'm an ant? What a joke!
While he was still fuming, the Demon-Slaying Tool in his hand, which had been pressed against Mo Xie's blade, suddenly lost its support. Thrown off balance, he pitched forward.
While Xiao Haoxuan had been distracted, Mo Xie had relaxed his right hand. Yama no longer held the Demon-Slaying Tool in place. He turned his blade aside and flicked it upward.
Then he stepped back, rotated Yama in his hand, and struck the off-balance Xiao Haoxuan hard with the back of the blade.
Bang!
A heavy, muffled impact rang out. A figure flew backward, tumbling and sliding across the ground, leaving a dark trail behind him.
"What the hell just happened?"
"You're asking me? How would I know? This is the first time I've seen Demon-Slaying Tools used against each other in the Military Region Tournament."
"Yeah, first there was a purple flash, then a red one. My eyes couldn't keep up. I nearly got dizzy."
"Now this is a Military Region Tournament! Watching people cast Magic over and over gets boring. A fight with real punches is much better!"
The spectators leaned forward, nearly all eyes turning to the match in Arena No. 30 as they debated how it was going and who would win.
From the feel of the strike and the heavy, muffled sound it had made, Mo Xie knew his opponent had probably used an Armor Magic Tool. That blow had done no real damage.
Too bad. I thought that would end the match...
"Cough, cough!"
At the far end of the arena, Xiao