A blinding glow enveloped the masked swordsman's blade.
"[Windcutter]!"
With a violent arc of steel, he cleaved the open air. The vacuum blade was completely invisible, but its path was terrifyingly clear—it ripped through the arena, cleanly chipping off a plume of molten lava mid-eruption as if slicing through soft silk. The unseen slash surged toward Lexel at terrifying speed, whistling with lethal force.
Lexel didn't even bother to draw a weapon. He simply dropped into a low squat.
WHOOSH!
The invisible wave skimmed harmlessly over his head, detonating against the jagged rock behind him and reducing the massive boulder to a shower of fine dust.
Before the stone debris could hit the ground, the swordsman launched himself high into the sky. Defying gravity, he seemed to hover motionless at the apex of his jump, his eyes locked onto Lexel from above.
"[Sword Rain]!"
