Fiery Display

"…!"

Trayn Starchild's scalp turned numb as he saw her incoming fist blazing with her Fire Dragon Flames. Her fires condensed into a raging dragon and shot toward him, but suddenly, the space was inverted again, causing Zestria to miss him by a slight margin.

However, his offensive technique that had been forming gathered right in front of him, ready to be unleashed.

But just before he could unleash it, he saw Zestria's twisting body, the heels of her shoe heading right towards his head.

'Fuck…!'

Trayn Starchild inwardly cursed and hurriedly retreated. It was like Zestria knew that she would be flipped at this time again, bringing her foot down like an ax at him. His body turned into a ray of light before he appeared in the distance. It was his movement technique, but when he saw the scenery in front of him again, Zestria was almost upon him.