029 THE SILVER HAIRED GIRL
Few noticed what happened next as Lukas' cyclone engulfed the entire arena. Even Principal Misk removed his glasses to get a clearer view.
A scream cut through the chaos. Soone had been hurled toward the stage, his body bloodied, his bones clearly broken. The principal's eyes widened in recognition.
It wasn't Dan Dark. It was Lukas.
"Lukas! Are you alright? Call the paradics!" the principal shouted worriedly.
But the cyclone continued its course, raging violently across the arena. When it finally dissipated, only one figure remained in its center.
Silence fell on everyone.
Dan stood unscathed, calm and steady, while Lukas lay wounded on the ground.
"How… how did he withstand that cyclone?" a student murmured, awe-struck. "Even from here, I can feel its force pulling at ."
"He even injured Lukas… a G-Rank!" another whispered.
"Looks like just one move—one punch—and Lukas was done," a third added.
Dan ignored their murmurs, whether praise or criticism. He walked to the stage, stepping past the battered Lukas, and approached Zairgid, raising his palms expectantly.
"Co on… co on," he urged.
"Here's your money," Zairgid said, handing over all the Aur cards he had collected earlier as wagers. Dan had won them fair and square.
As they descended the stage together, Zairgid couldn't help but ask, "I've been wondering… how did you escape the cyclone and smack that bastard?"
Dan smiled. "A cyclone's strength spreads across its area. The larger it is, the more power it demands. At Lukas' level, his skill isn't overwhelming. I just needed to Bull Smash through the cyclone and knock him out of the ring."
"Seriously? That easy?" Zairgid admitted. "Even I wouldn't beat Lukas so fast."
"Don't worry… you won't be fighting ," Dan replied.
"Your slam charge may be strong but to be able to…
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