The clash raged on, the tension in the air still thick. To Zeyn's surprise, the girl was able to fend off attacks that nearly matched the speed of sound. This forced him to pause and reassess. In the silence, he found himself contemplating the nature of his opponent's powers, talking to himself as he tried to make sense of it. He still couldn't fully grasp how the ice particles surrounding her body had formed so quickly.
At this point, he had yet to gauge the full extent of the girl's abilities. The reason Zeyn remained calm was because he could sense that Azalea's chakra was not much different from his own. Unlike the masked man with the number five, who had once defeated him, the Esper standing before him now was no more than his equal.
"What's the matter, Red-Eyed Wolf? You seem confused," Azalea taunted, a mocking edge to her voice. "Perhaps you should call on your two terrifying sisters to help you fight me, just like before."
