"Humpf!" Old Iria snorted with disdain. "I thought he was someone, but in the end, he's just arrogant!"
"Die!" She shouted as her fist moved towards Luan at an incredible speed.
They say movement technique is crucial to face any situation. Luan demonstrated this in the next few seconds...
Luan's movement was so perfect it seemed like he had teleported.
One moment he was in front of old Ancient Iria; the next, he was to her right, moving faster than light, his right hand, which was near his chest, extended and struck old Iria's right hand.
BOOOOM!
The thunderous noise was not caused by Luan's fist hitting old Ancient Iria's hand, but by her own fist, wrapped in a massive magma attack, hitting her own chest.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
A screeching scream, similar to a banshee's, echoed through the area.
This turn of events caught almost everyone by surprise.
