Aswa looked at Celsi, who seemed to be waiting. Celsi emitted a faint aura that could instill fear in anyone—anyone except Aswa and Arca. They both appeared ready to fight once more.
"Let's begin!... Round three! Hehe."
Aswa grinned.
Arca opened the fight, dashing toward Celsi before launching a kick at her. Celsi reacted swiftly, disappearing from Arca’s view. Yet, Arca didn’t stop there; he followed through with his kick, spinning backward in an attempt to strike from behind.
Shossh
Unfortunately, Arca’s prediction was wrong. Celsi wasn’t behind him—she was above him.
Aswa sprinted and jumped toward Celsi, aiming to grab her, but his attempt failed.
Celsi dodged his attack, and Aswa immediately threw a forward kick at her.
Celsi noticed an opening between them—she could strike both of them from the center. But then she recalled that Arca had used a kick earlier, meaning his hands were positioned behind him.
If she went for an attack, she might end up getting caught like before. Left with no choice, she retreated.
She stepped back, but at that moment, her eyes widened in shock—Arca was already right in front of her.
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Arca landed a direct punch to Celsi’s head, causing her to slip. Seizing the opportunity, she kicked Arca from below, making it difficult for him to dodge, especially with her incredible speed.
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Arca was sent flying backward. Aswa stopped him by planting his foot on Arca’s shoulder, preventing him from being thrown too far.
Aswa grinned. "See? Didn’t I tell you I’d beat you up?"
Celsi got up. In her mind, she envisioned Aswa and Arca’s teamwork. A moment later, she made her decision to retreat, knowing that Aswa, while kicking at her, had positioned his hands behind him.
But this time, it wasn’t to grab her like before—it was to grab Arca and hurl him forward.
"So, he already knew I would step back…" Celsi thought.
"Heh… Turns out you’re not as fast as I thought!" Aswa taunted.
"So this is what you meant by a man's promise?" Celsi asked.
"Yeah, something like that!" Aswa replied.
"Hmm… Interesting." Celsi smirked.
"Damn… That kick hurt. Her speed is really troublesome." Arca groaned in pain.
"Oi, Aswa! You noticed it too, right? She’s still fast, but not as fast as before. Her eyes aren’t red anymore, and she’s talking a lot more. Do you know what’s going on?" Arca asked while keeping his focus on Celsi.
Arca felt that something about Celsi was different compared to earlier.
"Hmm… No idea. What do you think?" Aswa responded casually.
The rain had now started to ease, leaving only a light drizzle.
They stared at each other for quite some time. Then, suddenly…
They dashed toward each other—Aswa and Arca charging at Celsi, while Celsi rushed toward them.
This time, they could see her movements clearly.
As they closed in, Aswa and Arca both launched punches, each aiming for a different side. Aswa attacked from the left, while Arca struck from the right.
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Celsi blocked both punches, using just one hand for each.
"Let’s end this." Arca declared.
—TO BE CONTINUED—