Crash Boy had originally planned to go easy on Sugar Baby during the match, but seeing how smug she was now, he decided there was no need.
If he didn't win a round back, he might lose face as her big brother.
A divine light flashed in Crash Boy's eyes.
Sugar Baby had put a great distance between them to escape the earlier explosion, but the range of Crash Boy's Psychic Powers was far greater than it used to be.
Even from this far away, he could control the iron in Sugar Baby's body and disrupt the flow of her blood.
With the blood supply to her brain affected, Sugar Baby briefly grew dizzy and disoriented from lack of oxygen.
The feeling passed quickly, but in a contest at this level, victory could be decided in the blink of an eye.
When Sugar Baby's mind cleared, she was startled to find that the quicksand blasted into a rain of iron by the explosion was gathering around her.
The Iron Sand formed narrow streams that spiraled up her arms, binding her like ropes.
Sugar Baby could even feel the restraint gradually tightening, squeezing her body harder and harder.
Then Crash Boy beckoned from afar, and she was yanked straight to him.
The stream of iron between them thickened until it was as wide as a wrist, writhing like a python.
Caught in its coils, Sugar Baby could find no way to break free.
Crash Boy knew his sister's Psychic Powers well. Sugar Baby could cut and displace space, but both abilities had one condition.
She had to be touching her target.
Without contact, she couldn't use her powers on it.
The reason she could teleport and perform similar feats was that air could be treated as a single whole. By touching