A Slick of Hand

The colosseum was at a silent as the only sound heard was the rubble from a broken wall. The surface of the arena had a line of black trails that emits a light smoke. Time seemed to have stopped as the crowd's eyes didn't blink at all. The word 'amazing' ran across their mind but none of them could say it. What did they have just witnessed? What did this imply? It was simply too much for them to handle.

However, the reality was as such. Lyon retracted his hand as his figure turned back to his happy-go-lucky self. With his hand behind his head, the youth casually walked to his team while whistling.

In one of the seats in the spectator, Karina had a tinge of a smile as she witnessed what just happened. "That fellow is full of tricks."

Ryona who sat beside her couldn't help but asked, "Oh, you realize something?"

"Of course, knowing him, I carefully watch his every move, so of course I notice something and it's a cheap move."