The crowd craned their necks to see the outcome of Daigo's attack.

Yuuki stood in place, unmoving. He held up his hands, and there they were! The eight knives of Daigo!

The preceptor had plucked them mid-air in one sweeping caper. The youngsters in the crowd whooped and whistled while the ladies laughed nervously in relief.

The battle wasn't over yet.

Kafu's group had taken a parabolic path and was just thirty feet away when the priest unleashed his bestial ...