Moon watched the archer prepare his strongest attack calmly from his own pillar, the corner of his mouth curling slightly.
~Whoosh~
The archer's mana-infused arrow struck the blue fireball mid-air, his strongest skill committing a significant portion of mana into a single desperate interception.
The two attacks collided with a thunderous explosion, the explosion bright enough to draw camera drones from across the arena as well as the attention of thousands of spectators.
For a moment, the fireball seemed to stop.
The archer's eyes lit up. He stared at the suspended explosion, the smoke billowing outward, the heat dissipating into the air. His hands hovered in front of him, his mana reserves nearly bottomed out from the previous skill use. But at least the threat had been neutralized.
"Haha..."
A nervous, triumphant laugh escaped his lips.
He had almost believed he had lost the moment Moon raised his hand. The blue crackling fireball was terrifying, menacing in a way.
