The billowing airwaves rushed toward the surroundings like blades or clusters of arrows, scraping Fiona’s cheeks and causing them to hurt badly.
“It’s magic!” Fiona was shocked.
The magic that Maya used was stronger than he expected.
Moreover, it could easily destroy everything!
Maya’s body swayed slightly, and it was apparent that her Flame Phoenix Physique’s magic used up much energy.
Then, she faced Mandra, once again slashing at him.
That time, three hurricanes, like towering buildings, collapsed and smashed at Ishac.
Besides where Maya stood, the other area in the ring was shrouded.
Maya did not wish to give Fiona any chance to escape unless he rushed out of the arena.
However, Fiona would lose if he did that.
“I won’t retreat.
” Fiona took a deep breath and roared.
Then, he flipped his hand, drawing out the seventh-grade longsword, chopping at the incoming hurricanes.
“Even though a proper retreat when facing a great opponent will conserve my energy for future performance, I, Mandra, will never retreat if I can fight!”
Next, Fiona’s energy burst and the air around him danced like golden snakes.
Fiona was just like a god or demon.
Everyone around him was terrified by his momentum, and they all shivered one after another.
It could be said that even their souls wanted to run away.
“Lotus Leaves Chop!”
The sword lights rolled violently, and like thunderbolts, they collided with the hurricanes, causing a series of dazzling sparks.
Fiona moved a step forward, his blade curled, and his arm was torn as blood gushed everywhere.
However, Fiona’s expression was blank, and the brilliant lights in his eyes continued to gather.
Despite his blood streaming out, he took another step forward.
The first hurricane was cut in half.
Maya focused her sight, and with the Phoenix Sword at her back, she stabbed into the ground.
Soon, the surrounding turbulent clouds and billowing currents converged into a massive storm.
As if it were a giant palm of a god that surprised hell, it smacked at Fiona ruthlessly.
A loud bang echoed in the arena, and the ground sank in a few centimeters.
The surrounding surface also rumbled and slightly moved up and down, scaring the spectating disciples that they all retreated in panic.
Omar was also stunned, and he mumbled, “I didn’t expect Maya’s Flame Phoenix Storm to improve again.
If it‘s in the ring, my winning rate will be no more than 20%…”
Xander remained quiet, and he was also secretly calculating if he could still handle Maya’s technique as before.
The blade of the long knife burst into a dazzling cluster of sparks, and it flew out of Fiona’s hand.
Then, with a cracking sound, it stuck on the edge of the ring.
The webs between Fiona’s thumbs and forefingers bled furiously, and both of his hands were filled with lines of blood, and they were gushed out in arcs.
Beneath his feet, there were shocking blood arrows everywhere.
Maya’s swordsmanship gathered the storm, and as if it were an ancient behemoth, it stepped on Mandra, wanting to suppress him fiercely.
Not only that, the storm was like an extremely sharp blade, and it could even tear open steel plates.
At that moment, the sweeping storm did not show any mercy, and it tore a wound on Fiona’s figure.
However, Fiona could not retreat.
If he did, he would lose!
Fiona did not want to lose.
As blood muddled his eyes, Fiona looked at Maya, who stood far away from him.
Then, he gritted his teeth and took another step forward.
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