Leon grinned.
A quiet breath left his lips, and with it, a whisper of authority.
"[Stagnation]!"
The effect was immediate. Absolute.
Time stilled.
The world came to a screeching, silent halt.
Dust hung in the air like frozen stars. The disturbed stone fragments floated mid-shatter.
Even the sweat beads trailing down the foreheads of wide-eyed students shimmered mid-air, caught in an eternal second.
Everything was frozen.
Everything... except Leon.
He stood amidst the suspended chaos, the only ripple in a pond of stillness.
His eyes settled on Zyon's motionless form.
Even in this unmoving moment, Zyon looked poised, unbothered—like a sleeping dragon frozen mid-dream.
Leon took a step forward. Then another.
He circled around the still image of his opponent, eyes sharp, calculating, yet darkened by a shade of respect—and frustration.
"Tch… even now, you're calm," he muttered under his breath.
Then he raised his fists.
Not a weapon this time.
