There were very few who would be able to recognize the type of magic Piba was using. Unless they had witnessed it firsthand or Piba had told them outright, it remained a mystery.
But Raze, having lived the long life he had as a professor, had seen it before. In fact, he had seen it several times.
'Raze still hasn't given me the thumbs up. Does that mean I need to show even more of my powers?' Dame thought anxiously.
Rather than focusing on what his opponent had just done, Dame's mind was still fixed on one thing, getting through.
After all, not for a second did he believe he would actually lose the fight, not if he used everything he had.
Piba, however, had different plans. The glow surrounding his body continued to shimmer, and then, with a swift motion, he started swinging his hands outward.
It was a move wind mages often used, sending wind slashes cutting through the air. But just like the glow enveloping Piba, these slashes gleamed brightly as they raced toward Dame.
