'I guess I'll have to use the Nine Yang Sword Technique to clear this smoke,' Reon thought inwardly, tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword.
But before he could move—
"Master, leave it to me," Cloudia's soft voice echoed beside him.
Reon paused, then gave a small nod.
"…Alright."
Cloudia lifted her hand with elegant grace, her fingers glowing with misty energy as she whispered:
"Phantom Mist Severance!"
WHOOOSH!
A sudden burst of energy surged outward.
The dense, blinding smoke dissolved instantly, vanishing into thin air as if it had never existed.
Reon blinked, stunned.
'Incredible… Is this another offensive technique from... her Mist Cloud Fox Bloodline?'
But even after the mist cleared, Meng Sing was nowhere in sight.
'Looks like he managed to escape…'
Yet—Cloudia's eyes narrowed.
She raised her hand once more, this time pointing toward the sky, and spoke calmly:
"Sky Cleaver Slash!"
SWOOSH!