The woman stood with her back to the light, her strong and slender legs outlined clearly against it, her shoulders as powerful as the wings of a seagull in flight. She wore a neat bob cut at ear length, which rather inexplicably gave off a sharp aura. Her deep-set eyes and brows radiated a heroic spirit.
After opening the door, her gaze slowly swept across the scene inside the venue.
All members of the Fighting Society had been beaten down to the ground, including the numerous head coaches. Each one of them was disoriented, or even curled up unconscious.
The eldest Double Vine disciple who narrowly escaped a disaster was also weak-kneed, slumped on the ground.
In the entire fighting venue, everyone had fallen.
Only Phil's towering silhouette stood silently alone.
At the door, Tifa felt no surprise. She raised her head to meet Phil's puzzled gaze and took a deep breath.
"Phil, the teacher is back!"
"What!!!"
