The sound wasn't a regular pew.
Valeria had compressed her raw elemental wind magic into two dense spinning bullets of pure wind pressure.
The wind bullets crossed the arena instantly.
Ryoki, completely focused on Klaus and secure in his own divine superiority, didn't anticipate the offensive capability of the tiny spirit sitting on the mortal's shoulder.
CRACK! CRACK!
The compressed wind bullets slammed directly into Ryoki's right shoulder and left kneecap.
The impact didn't pierce his divine silver armor since the metal was forged from centuries of hoarded mana but the force behind the shots was identical to being hit by a speeding carriage.
"Augh!"
Ryoki let out a startled grunt as his right arm was violently thrown backward with his rapier swinging wide and leaving his center exposed.
His left knee buckled under the pressure, forcing the elegant tyrant to stumble awkwardly in the sand.
