The succession of clashing attacks was coming to an end, and Aster finally realised that this style of attack was not working.
At that moment, he seemed to have honed his flying magic to an even higher level.
He began to circle Atlas, reaching a higher and higher speed with each second.
After almost fifteen seconds, Aster had reached a speed that even Atlas could not see with his naked eyes. It was dangerous.
Even Atlas himself knew he couldn't just hit something he couldn't see.
That was why he created a shield of magic on top of the aura he was surrounded by, and then quickly began to gather his thoughts.
Cheers erupted around the coliseum.
Aster's strategy was indeed a good one.
The image of speed around, swords made of ice began to move towards Atlas through the mana particles left.
He knew that he couldn't fully meet every one of the ice swords coming towards him from everywhere, but he had a chance.
