"What? You couldn't block my Apostle Beaterright from the start? But that was my weakest attack." Yu Lan was baffled as he pulled out his sword which had Iwan's blood on it. He turned to the side and plunged his sword a few more times.
Iwan bled from the wound in his stomach and felt his whole body beating like a heart before a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.
While blood left his body, the nonsense of Yu Lan was entering his mind.
Iwan stared at Yu Lan who was adjusting the speed of his sword. Each time he would try to use his sword slower than before it reached a point where Yu Lan seemed to be moving in slow motion.
"This should be enough speed for you to react, Apostle." Yu Lan turned towards Iwan and said to him in a mischievous manner.
Though Yu Lan had taken time to come up with a speed that wouldn't end up hurting Iwan, it was pretty obvious that he was doing all that to make fun of Iwan.