As the fight dragged on.
Gaya Kantomi started to sense something was off.
The number of times she got stabbed was clearly more than the times her chainsaw grazed the opponent.
The other person seemed sickly and deranged.
Yet she was clearly minimizing her risks while maximizing her gains.
Otherwise,
when Gaya Kantomi swung her chainsaw down, Ayano Aishi's entire head wouldn't have been sent flying.
"Could she be predicting my movements?"
Gaya Kantomi narrowly avoided a flying knife from the opponent, half lying on the ground, panting heavily.
This mutual hacking situation had already lasted for a full twenty minutes.
Both of them bore varying degrees of injuries on their bodies.
Blood stained their school uniforms crimson.
Ayano Aishi glanced down, emotionless, flipping open her phone, took a quick look, and snapped it shut.
"It's the phone!"
In the twenty minutes of their battle, Ayano Aishi had looked at her phone four times in total.
