Chapter 72
The playing field where Hamar was battling became engulfed in blazing flames for a while. The onlookers became anxious, hoping to hear Hamar's surrender or at least make a sound. However, their expectations went unfulfilled as there was no scream or even a whimper.
Speculations started circulating among the spectators. "Did the boy perish in the fire?" "I haven't seen any movement since the fire started." Mob grew increasingly concerned about Hamar's fate. Even Stefani, witnessing the scene, harbored doubts in her heart. After waiting for some time, the flames around Hamar began to diminish.
As the fire subsided, Hamar was nowhere to be seen in its place. Instead, there stood a human-sized lump of sand. Stefani, still firmly entwining her whip around the sand, found herself torn. She couldn't decide whether to release her grip or continue attacking, considering the uncertain fate of her opponent.
