Wu Youran shot Shao Jingxin a sharp glare.
"Leave," she said coldly. "Go back to your faction leader and report all your failures. I'll handle this."
She stormed past him, her grey mist expanding as she threw herself into the fight with Shao Xinyuan. But Xinyuan had already injured and knocked out two of the SS-rank Espers.
The remaining two were barely holding their ground still meeting him head-on.
One of them was the wind user, Min. She was focused on manipulating the air around Xinyuan, compressing the air into thousands of microscopic needles and sharp spears.
Xinyuan moved through them with unnatural speed.
Some missed. Some didn't, slicing across the side of his cheeks and arms. But the wounds sealed almost instantly, his skin knitting back together like his body refused to remain damaged.
Min's breathing turned uneven. "Damn it."
Her eyes darted toward her partner. "Yuan, hold him!"
Yuan frowned, instantly pushing back to create distance from Xinyuan.
