The next second.
Whoosh~!
Blue mist, exhaled from Demitrija's mouth, spread rapidly throughout the arena.
Almost simultaneously, 'Leotozan' spat out a large breath of flame, covering the area in front of him.
One blue, one red, the boundary was clear.
But the red flames clearly did not last too long.
When it stopped, the blue fog then covered the entire field.
'Leotozan' realized that something was wrong, as the fog gradually weakened his perception.
He even could no longer discern the direction.
The next instant, a figure rushed towards him swiftly.
Movements agile, not at all like those of a Lizardman.
'Leotozan's' eyes narrowed, a strong sense of crisis rising within him.
Seizing the right moment, his longsword blazed with fierce fire, unleashing several strikes.
But each slash only cut through the fog, missing the opponent, who had dodged the attack, and even after the sword wind dispersed some fog, there was no trace of the enemy to be seen.