"Hey! Stop being this lousy!"
"I-I am trying, brother…!"
Slash! Slash! Stab! Swing!
Rowan swung his sword in multiple directions as Ren tried his absolute best to avoid all the strikes.
Despite his fast movements, Ren was barely able to escape. Shallow cuts started appearing on his well-maintained body, and small beads of blood dripped from those cuts.
"Huff… hufff… stop…"
Struggling to breathe, his body hit the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
"Agh..!" Ren groaned in pain, holding his right shoulder. Looking up, he saw Rowan, his elder cousin looking down at him, pointing his silver blade at his throat.
"Three minutes twenty-one seconds," Rowan muttered in a cold tone. "That's even worse than before."
There was a clear view of frustration displayed on Rowan's face; he looked a bit more annoyed than usual.
"Stand up," he said, retracting his blade from Ren's face.
