C276 Are We Going to Lose?

"Alright then, I won't hold back. I'm curious to see just how strong the top beauty of the Ebon Hand really is. Sandstorm!" Faang Hen muttered as he launched his attack. Suddenly, a fierce wind swept across the arena.

The wind howled, whipping up a storm of sand that filled the air. The relentless storm felt like sharp blades, cutting through skin. The arena was covered in sand