The moment the Grand Devil's voice declared the start of the match…
Kaelra moved.
A flash of silver. A twist of her foot. A ripple spread under her heel, and in that instant, she vanished.
The red-clothed fighter blinked.
"Wha..."
PA!
A crisp, echoing slap rang out.
The entire arena stilled.
The audience fell silent.
The proud warrior from Universe Twelve, his head was turned violently to the side, five fresh red marks burning on his cheek.
His rings jingled as his hand instinctively shot up to cover the mark.
"W-What?!"
Kaelra stood behind him.
Not a strand of hair out of place. Calm as ever. Her eyes never changed.
"You talk too much," she said coldly, her first words.
The crowd erupted. Some gasped. Others shouted. Even the monks of Universe Two opened their eyes.
"She disappeared!"
"That speed… I didn't even see her move!"
The red fighter growled and spun around.
"You dare?!"
He raised his hand. Power surged, red and violent.
