It took a while but the thick cloud of dust blocking everyone's view finally cleared out and what they saw down there left them in shock.
They were all sure that Arsha was inside the fire tornado when that huge fireball came crashing down and taking something like that head-on was expected to damage him at least somewhat but that expectation didn't really hold up here.
On the right side of the arena was Hector who was breathing heavily with his left hand on his knee and about four meters away from him toward the right was Arsha who was just standing there with both of his hands in his pockets.
Unlike Hector who seemed to be in pretty bad shape after using most of his mana for that attack, he looked fine with nothing on his body or uniform, not even the dust kicked up by the explosion.
"How?"
"How the heck did he escape that and without a scratch at that?"
"Just who the hell is this guy?"
