A loud thunderstrike split the air, signaling the start of the clash between Canna and the saint. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the storm raging overhead, as the two warriors collided with raw, unrestrained power.
Canna's speed was blistering—far beyond what he had shown in his previous bout with Varya. The crowd, which had been able to catch glimpses of his movements before, was now completely overwhelmed. Canna moved too fast for their eyes to follow, his white hair barely visible as he became a streak of motion across the arena. All they could see were the sparks and flashes that erupted every time the scythe in Canna's hand met the fists of the saint.
