A Simple Sword Strike

Night arrived, but two youths were still in a horse stance. They were Yang Zenke and Han Sen. Because the two were doing double the training of others, there was still another hour before they could take a rest.

While gritting his teeth, Han Sen glanced at Yang Zenke with difficulty. "B-Brother Yang, can you still hold on?"

Yang Zeke nodded his head solemnly and replied. "Mn. You shouldn't have talked like that to master earlier." 

Han Sen chuckled bitterly when he heard that. "What's done is done. There is no need to think about it. Also, I still have to thank the master for his mercy. If our master was someone else, I would have died already." Han Sen said and shook his head.

Yang Zenke was surprised at his reply. He didn't think that this young man called Han Sen was actually quite open-minded. Nonetheless, Yang Zenke remained silent and focused his attention on himself.