Chapter 24: Menma VS Lunara
The clash of swords echoed through the forest as Menma and Lunara locked in a fierce battle.
Lunara wielded a created sword in one hand and a massive fist in the other, each strike calculated and precise.
The two fighters were evenly matched, exchanging blows with expert timing. Steel met steel, sending sparks flying. Their powers were equal—each one determined not to give an inch.
Lunara suddenly saw an opening, swinging her steel fist toward Menma with all her might.
But Menma, using his teleportation sword, vanished just in time, narrowly avoiding the hit.
However, Lunara was quick to follow, disappearing and reappearing just behind him. Her fist collided with his backside, sending Menma flying. He cried out, clutching his rear, his eyes watering from the pain.
Lunara, unable to contain herself, burst into laughter, falling to the ground in hysterics.
"How did you do that?" Menma asked, his voice tinged with confusion and frustration as he stood up.
Lunara grinned mischievously, still chuckling. "Teleportation potions. Just like the ones Myrsel made. I created these potions specifically for this tournament—none for Purgatory, though." She paused, her smile fading. "You should be more careful."
Menma scowled. "What if we need them for something more important? Don't act like a child, Lunara. We've grown up now."
Her face flushed with irritation. "Who are you calling a child, you mf?" she snapped, her anger bubbling up.