Robin never underestimated his opponent.
As the countdown hit zero, he unleashed his superpower. Water surged from his feet, soaking his ankles, while rain poured down amid booming thunder, transforming the arena into his domain.
It was a powerful water-electrical combo.
Lightning danced with the water, creating an inescapable trap.
Lyra quickly understood his strategy and wrapped herself in a shield of light.
When the electric flash faded, her green form stood unharmed.
Robin frowned; he knew defeating her wouldn't be easy. He braced himself for her punch.
Just as they closed the distance, Lyra suddenly asked, "Did your grandpa make you choose me? Or was it your team leader?" Sending a level five against her in the finals felt reckless.
Robin's expression gave away his surprise.
With a swift kick, Lyra sent him flying, smirking, "If you want to ride my coattails, you better have the skill."
