They thought Wang Qi'an would choose one weapon and discard the other, but Wang Qi'an picked up both the sword and the stick at the same time.
"Is your Magic Power to control weapons?" A40 exclaimed in surprise.
"Let's start." said Wang Qi'an.
A40 lunged forward with a speed that defied common sense, eliciting gasps of astonishment from the witches outside the arena.
Even the weakest among them failed to catch A40's movements, thinking A40 had disappeared from the field.
Little Fool was startled, almost unleashing Ninjutsu.
A40's sword strike was also incredibly fast, the blade swept past Wang Qi'an's face, but there was no sensation of having struck. Instead, Wang Qi'an had retreated half a step, narrowly avoiding the attack by a hair's breadth.
Dodged it?
Pursue!
A40 didn't turn around but drove her arm at an eerie angle, making the blade move backward to strike at Wang Qi'an's chest again.
