Bab 252: XXII The Tournament's Conclusion

 Ding!

 The moment the battle started, Elijah dashed forward. His phone melted in his waist, before it transformed into a black-gold belt. A fist clad in gold came straight at him, Elijah only had time to pick a small gem from his left pocket and insert on the belt.

 Lesser Origin of Flight! 

 Dragon form! 

 Golden energy burst forth, the ground shook as a pair of huge scaled wings spread out from Yawen's back. While a thin layer of white glow was transmitted from the belt to Elijah, who felt his body lighter as he floated away.

 Seeing Elijah trying to evade her blow, the smile on her face was replaced by a dark grin."No you aren't going away." 

 She pressed her palm forward, and Elijah was shot through several miles before got to stand. Wiping away the blood on the corner of his lips. Elijah mobilized the flow of time in this separate dimension.