It was a close call.
Loren had aimed for William Castro's chin in a surprise attack, but William, with his beast-like reflexes, managed to pull back his sword and block it.
There was a reason he was considered beyond the D-class.
William's expression twisted into a vicious scowl as he angrily knocked Loren's sword away.
"You little bastard!" It was humiliating.
To think he had almost been defeated by someone like Loren.
Just as he was about to launch a counterattack in his rage, a strong impact struck his abdomen.
Thud! "Ugh!"
A decisive blow.
Loren knew it might be blocked.
William Castro stood at 188 cm, towering over Loren by a full 20 cm.
So, as soon as his attack was blocked, Loren aimed for the abdomen.
In sword sparring, the use of hands and feet was also allowed.
William groaned as Loren's fist struck his stomach, and Loren pressed on with a series of attacks, not giving him a moment to breathe.
Thwack! Clang!
'I have to keep this momentum.' This was different from usual.
Loren, who had always been too timid to fully display his skills, now showed a determination to win this time.
He didn't know exactly what qualification Roman had spoken of, but he hoped that by winning this swordsmanship test, he could prove his worth and perhaps become like Roman Dmitry.
The fool Dmitry.