The spectators in the grandstands hadn't even managed to draw a breath before the fireballs, the dimension of walnuts, erupting from Nukan's fan manifested a single stride in front of Edgan.
"You managed to prime your assault while conversing; this is what is expected from a veteran student!"
Edgan spoke while traversing ten strides to his right flank; although he appeared to be praising his adversary, everyone deduced he was mocking her. Nukan tendered her rejoinder by dispatching vastly more fireballs; with every single swing of her fan, she could launch thirty assaults.
The young man donning the red martial artist uniform didn't mutate his evasion tactics; by executing ten strides to his right flank every single time, he persisted in carving a circle and managed to evade five consecutive assaults unfolding one after another in this manner.
"Let us see how you manage to flee this time!"
