Although he looked like a messy flag waving desperately in the wind, at this moment, Fike had already thought of a way to defeat Cazino.
The hurricane continued to approach him, the distance between them drawing closer and closer.
Suddenly, Fike unexpectedly yanked out the sword he had been using as support and stood on his own feet unsteadily on the stage.
He looked as if he possessed the weight of a thousand pounds, planting himself firmly on the arena unmovingly.
Shocked at the scene, Cazino mumbled to himself warily.
"Could he already have seen through my art and found a way to break it?"
Fike slowly moved to the other end of the hurricane. Sure enough, the winds didn't move with Fike.
As for why he had suddenly been able to withstand these gale-force winds...
It had to do with the Primordial Power.
