As Trish dashed forward, the fiery plum blossom petals danced around her blade before swirling around it like a whirlpool.
That's a level five weapon art! This bitch is pulling out a level five weapon art at this point in the match?!
As an expression of disbelief found its way onto Lucas' face, he shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts.
It doesn't matter. Lucas knew he would have to face a powerful weapon art at some point in the battle against her. He knew this match was going to be tough.
It's good that she used her trump card right at the start when Lucas was still in his peak condition.
Now Lucas won't have to hold back either. Not that he was planning to do so anyway.
Channeling mana into his legs, Lucas gripped the shaft of his spear tighter. The sole of his boot dug into the concrete before he darted forward with a burst of speed.
