As the blades met the daggers, an explosion erupted upon impact and blew the benches and people away. Only the tutors, outer disciples and a few others were able to stand on their feet.
As the heat wave made the foot disciples scream, almost all of them began to run out of the class as if their lives depended on it.
“Flower Fall Arts…” Gabriella jumped back and high up to the ceiling and sent flying slashes down nonstop. “Hundred Petal Rain!”
Those slashes cut through the desks as if they were fruits. Though Edgar dodged from them initially, he couldn’t escape them all. The slashes he deflected also destroyed the objects around him.
“Flowing Blade Floating Flower Arts…” Edgar jumped and spun like a whirling wind and
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WHIT 107 - HORNS LOCKED
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WHIT 108 - SEARCHING FOR THE SOURCE
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WHIT 109 - MOVING THINGS
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WHIT 110 - FUTURE
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WHIT 111 - SKILL HALL
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WHIT 112 - LEARNING
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WHIT 114 - TWO TAILS
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