บท 382: An Instructor's Attack

In the blink of an eye, the world seem to tremble and the stadium shook as though it was about to collapse any moment from now.

The dust that was flying in all directions like they had wings seem to have had their weights increased by a thousand folds as they froze in maid air but still didn't drop down.

Even the free wind in the battle stage seen to have frozen as David clenched his fist. An explosive roar of thunder crackled from between his fingers.

A miniature whirlpool formed around his arm with his fingers as the epicenter, forming a violent vortex that seem to want to suck the whole battle stage within, just like a black hole. 

David glanced at Lira and the his muscles in his arms trembled, making the air hum and boil as though a large transformer had been installed there previously.

"The Third punch." David's voice clearly echoed within the battle stadium and Lira who was still floating in the air suddenly started to develop a bad feeling.