Ira and Yoo-Rin charged toward the whip with explosive speed.
The distance separating them was a mere three meters, with the whip lying precisely at the midpoint. In a contest of speed, the first to act would inevitably seize the advantage. However, this was a situation where both parties rushed towards the whip at the same time.
Thus, the faster one among them would be the winner.
And the winner of the speed contest was already decided.
"Ah!"
Ira snatched the whip from the ground. Just then Yoo-Rin was a fraction of a second behind, closing the gap in an instant. Without missing a beat, Yoo-Rin pivoted sharply, pulling her arm back and driving her gauntlet-covered fist forward with the force of a cannon shot.
The air cracked violently as the strike hurtled toward Ira.
