A heavy gust burst through the air the moment Yoora's monstrous mana arm launched forward.
Seojun barely twisted his body in time, leaning back just enough for the giant fist of chain to miss his chest—but the sheer force of it still sent a deep shockwave into the ground behind him, cracking the earth like glass and blasting dust into the air. He could feel the heat and pressure pass over his skin as he spun mid-air and landed lightly on his feet, sliding a short distance back.
Before he could fully recover, Yoora was already there again.
Her movements were much faster now—unnaturally fast—like she had become a living weapon.
She twisted her body, jumping up slightly with a rotating kick aimed at Seojun's face. The momentum of her leap caused her chains to whip around like blades. Seojun blocked the kick with his forearm, but the strength behind it was far heavier than before, pushing his feet back and forcing him to grit his teeth as the ground behind him cracked again.
