167 Just but a scratch, Young Master…

"… *Sigh* It would be nice if you gave me a break…"

Jardvic huffed and puffed, trying to catch some air while his sweat dripped slowly down his bright red face.

He wasn't weak or inexperienced in combat at all, instead it was Kages ruthlessness to never give him a break so he could wear Jardvic down as much as possible.

Because the hood was covering Kages face, Jardvic couldn't see that exhaustion written all across his face.

"… Well… I thought it would be quicker… to get this over with…"

"Perfect…!"

The two smiled before cutting through the air, dashing towards each other again.

Jardvic had his sword by his side while Kage let his arms free flow behind him as the stepped closer and closer to one another.

The sword moved to slash at Kages waist, as Jardvic cut across his body, but his sword grazed against the daggers, creating sparks as weapons collided.