Leon gazed down at Malverick's pathetic self, and he was struck by the echoing sound of applause from above; it was music to his ears.
He didn't even turn his face to look at the source of this applause in the silence that had enveloped the whole arena like a plague.
The air hung thick, heavy with the iron scent of blood and crushed mana. Even the wind dared not stir.
Oh, he detected something.
Without even turning his eyes to look at the source of the attack, he could see it coming from miles away with his spatial awareness. The ripples in space around him shivered. To Leon, the trajectory of the blade was as obvious as a falling leaf in still water.
He didn't even move as the attack was too weak. He would deal with it once it got closer to him.
Swoom!
