บท 213: Burttin Bets Himself?!

The masked man lashed out once more, cutting directly through the flames with an icy sword strike. He didn't target his foe directly, though, merely cutting in front of him to keep him from darting back into the flames as a momentary retreat.

Left without a means of quickly hiding, the fourteenth seed gave a battle cry and prepared a massive fireball. "Try this!"

But the swordsman cut through it without question, as expected from a swordsman that had carved through the stage of flames. He also leaped forward with his sword ready to cut down the fourteenth seed.

"I-I surrender…"

Stopping just short of the fire mage's upper arm, the masked man stayed his blade and glanced at the ref.

"It's over! Yet another upset, ladies and gentlemen! This is spectacular!"

While the fourteenth seed sighed in defeat and cut off his essence from the dying flames of the stage, he was caught off guard by the announcer's next statement.