Zi enters!

Wendy’s blade had obviously already reached Mogensha’s face, but was instantly blocked by an incorporeal barrier. The raging flames whirled in backlash, engulfing backwards violently in Wendy’s face! Along with mud splashing at Wendy’s face, it caused him to look exceedingly haggard.

Instead, Mogensha sat down leisurely inside his protective barrier, while his cigar was still completely intact. He spat out another puff in Wendy’s face, and snickered silently.

“This stick is an authentic cigar from Havana, rolled between a lass’s thighs.”

Wendy’s teeth chattered; brimming with rage, yet was unable to vent it on this old fox Mogensha. He could only yell wildly, pointing his falchion blade at the defending contestants.

“Next!”