Chapitre 112: 111

As she began chanting, a football-sized regular water ball formulated around her hand. As he continued to focus, the ball began to rotate and shrink at a rapid speed. The sound of rotation was audible to her opponent. 

The ball began to compress to the size of a tennis ball and slowly got even smaller to the size of a ping pong ball. Freya huffed and panted; beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as if she were bathing. 

The veins in her hands bulged up as if they could burst through the skin at any moment. Despite the intensity, Freya continued to focus. 

"Haha, so this is the spell you used to defeat my junior." The Avtar said, his voice filled with an unknown excitement as the smile on his face widened, "Sylvan Freya, with this spell, you have earned my respect." 

"Water bullet!" Freya chanted, unaware of what her opponent was saying. The small ball of water took the shape of a sharp bullet as it shot towards her opponent.