Instead of firing more long-range attacks, Henry suddenly shot forward. Flames coiled around his clenched fist as he lunged like a bullet and swung.
Leo didn't retreat, didn't dodge.... he simply waved his hand. A tiny rift tore open in the air. Henry's flaming fist vanished into it, and another rift snapped open beside Henry..... his own fist shot out and smashed into his face.
Thud!
Henry was thrown away by his own attack. His cheek scorched, smoke rising.
Leo didn't move. He simply watched, giving Henry the chance to stand.
The arena fell dead silent.
Henry wasn't weak, far from it. Among his peers, he was considered a genius. He may have lost to Derek, but no one dared underestimate him.
Yet Leo's spatial magic made it impossible for Henry to even touch him.
