"Fight, fight, fight!!"
The audience screeched in enjoyment, the overall vibe of the event sounding more like a barbaric butchering than a fight for the top, a fight that hadn't yet begun, since none of the two had started the fight. It wasn't just a development; there was reason behind their waiting.
When Alexander turned his gaze to right, so did Pascal. At this point it was more like a mimic of each other than bare technique. That alone was enough to make Alexander feel troubled, like there was something else within the fight he was missing.
[Sonar wave]
A wind of magic, not visible to the naked or even magical eyes, flowed on the fighting grounds. It moved too softly—like a mosquito when it lands on your skin. You wouldn't know it was there until it bit you.
The technique's job was simple: to uncover if there was any trap hidden in the ground. After the wave had finished scanning, it was clear there was nothing unusual going on.
