"Hehe… I win!"
Davin sank his blade deeper for good measure, feeling his opponent's cold skin brush against his own.
He was certain he had hit the right spot.
Death was imminent.
But—
"No, you haven't."
"Wha—?"
POW!!!
Before Davin could even react, a deafening blow hit him in the jaw, sending him flying away.
"Guh!"
He hit his back against the wall, feeling an agonizing recoil spread throughout his body.
Such pain!
He gritted his teeth to endure it.
But there was one thing he could not contain, and that was his shock at Rey's survival.
Just how did he do it?!
'I was so sure I won, yet he still turned the situation around. Is this still Chaos Art? What Technique is he using?'
While he was still contemplating this matter, Rey already had a fair idea of the situation.
'Curse Art, huh? This isn't the first time I've faced one, but this is the first person of such a skill level that I am fighting.'
