"Huh, this guy decided to give it his all. Great, I like this one!" The man with thick black hair exclaimed as a smile appeared on his face.
Ned waved his arms as two bloody whirlwinds came down on Remt. Nothing could resist the whirlwinds, they were deadly and left a deep mark on the ground with many cracks behind them.
"Do you really think something that slow can get me?" Remt smirked as he turned into a shadow.
The whirlwinds didn't find their target, so they collapsed into the wall, right in front of the people in the front stands. The spectators didn't even flinch, as they were protected by the arena barrier that completely absorbed the power of the whirlwinds.
"Maybe you were able to recover, but I won't make that mistake now. Die." Remt said in an ice-cold voice since he appeared behind Ned.
His gaze was as sharp as his dagger that rushed at lightning speed toward Ned's neck.