"You still have time to space out? Looks like you're not taking me seriously at all!"
Alan's voice rang out sharply—right behind Kelin.
The vice headmaster's entire body jolted as he spun around to counter, but it was already too late.
With a sharp swish, the holy blade Lumen Sancta tore through the air and slashed across Kelin's body, carving out a wound nearly half a meter long.
But Alan wasn't finished.
His hands moved like lightning, a blur of motion as another elemental sword condensed in his off-hand. The twin swords danced, slicing through Kelin's robes until they were nothing more than tattered scraps fluttering in the air. Beneath them, his flesh was a mess of bloody gashes—barely an inch of skin was left intact.
"You little bastard… how dare you—"
Though the injuries were grievous, they weren't fatal. Kelin still had the strength to roar in defiance. But that roar was cut short the very next moment.