The fight was raging fiercely. Aside from Amat in C Zone, who was somewhat unsettling, the other seven zones featured a style of combat that could get one's blood boiling.
The combat, where fists met flesh, was exhilarating to watch.
Ayatsuki Ayaka didn't understand it, yet she felt those people were fighting fiercely. SWISH, SWISH, SWISH! It was just like when Aozawa practiced Sword Dao, fast enough to blur the vision.
Their blows could send someone flying in a matter of moments, creating the sensation of watching an action movie, albeit one that was far too brief.
"Wow, Saeko, look, that guy's legs are so long!"
"Alright, don't get too excited."
Takahashi Saeko's body swayed as she was jostled. With a sweep of her eyes across the arena, she said with a surprised expression, "Hey, isn't that Hojo Tetsuji? So he's also taking part in this tournament."
"Where?"
