Kick Some Ass

'Sarah and Charles, before a year and now are like different people. Their progress speed skyrocketed.'

"Huh? Varian, are you alright?" Mia waved her hand in front of him, and titled her head, her green hair bouncing.

"Ah, I-I'm fine." Varian waved his hand and shifted his focus back onto the duel.

He had questions, but this wasn't the right place or time.

"Whoa!"

"Is she for real?"

"She's pushing him back!"

"Wow!"

Under the exclamations of the crowd, Sarah conjured ice sword after ice sword, shooting down at Arman at inhuman speeds.

Arman's body flashed with a red hue, his muscles budged and he kept hacking down the swords.

But like a swarm of insects, they kept attacking him.

The sharpness behind each ice sword cut through the aura heavy air with a whistle and aimed for his vitals.

"Bitch!" Arman cursed, and his muscles bulged.