Evan struggled to his feet and looked at Freya, puzzled. At that mont, the spectators in the stands were shouting sothing, and the girl was saying sothing to him, but he couldn't make out the words. Suddenly all the noise faded into the background, and all he could see was Freya.
The girl sighed, and her legs tensed. She lunged toward Evan with such force that there were many cracks in the ground. She was moving fast, unusually fast, this attack was going to end their fight. Evan watched intently as Freya ran toward him. Unlike last ti, now he could see her movents quite clearly.
Whoosh.
The girl swung her iron fist, but when her punch almost reached its target, Evan took exactly half a step back. It was enough for Freya's fist to pass within an inch of him.
In one precise movent, Evan knocked Freya off balance. Next, Evan's fist was covered in a layer of ice and he punched her in the stomach with all his might. Freya vomited blood, but she quickly was okay. She instantly regained her balance and hit Evan again, but Evan's palm was on her face by then.
Bam.
Evan pushed Freya and knocked her to the ground. The girl was seriously wounded, but she wasn't going to give up. The wounds like that couldn't stop her.
The young man didn't have ti to remove his hand from Freya's face and attack her again. Suddenly the girl caught his wrist and used a leglock. Evan saw her movents, but there was nothing he could do about them. Freya had a vicelike grip.
Crack.
The girl checked Evan's arm and instantly broke it. There was a loud crack, and Evan's face contorted in pain, he wanted to free his arm, but suddenly Freya herself loosened her grip.
Bam.
She kicked Evan in the chest, and the young man flew aside like a missile.
Freya got up from the ground and smirked, and said: "What was that? I'm amazed, but you're a long way from ..."
Before Freya could finish speaking, a purple beam was already flying towards her. Freya didn't have ti to dodge, so she put her arms out in front of her. Since they were covered in a layer of tal, this block looked like an actual shield.
Boom.
The beam reached its target, and there was a deafening explosion. The "One-Eyed Raven Beam" was a very powerful spell, but Freya could withstand it. She was badly burned, and the skin on her hands burned, but the rest of her body was unhard. She was quite capable of continuing to fight.
At the sa ti, Evan slowly rose from the ground. He was already out of the strange state he had been in recently and now Freya was like a lightning to him again.
"So, lad, shall we move on to the next round?" Freya spoke cheerfully, going to attack Evan, but to her surprise, the young man raised his hand and calmly said:
"I give up."
At the sa mont, the arena subsided. Evan was serious, he wasn't joking, and everyone present understood that.
Freya said nothing and just nodded satisfactorily. She was older and stronger than Evan, so there was no surprise in his defeat. Freya was sure that if they fought in six months, she would have almost no chance of winning.
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