Sanemi felt utterly insulted. He sucked in a sharp breath, his chest expanding violently. "Stop looking down on me! Don't think you can beat me without drawing your sword! Wind Breathing, Second Form: Claws: Koto Wind!"
Sanemi swung his wooden sword, like four enormous beast claws tearing through the air, hurtling straight at Rokuya's face with savage wind pressure.
"Too slow."
Rokuya did not even raise his eyelids. Just as the raging sword wind was about to touch the tip of his nose, he turned slightly sideways, avoiding the strike by a hairbreadth. Immediately afterward, his right hand shot out like lightning and seized Sanemi's wrist.
He used no Arcana Power, only the sheer physical strength enhanced by the system!
With a faint crack, Sanemi felt as though a steel vise had clamped down on his wrist. His bones groaned under the unbearable strain.
"Too little strength, an unstable stance, and your center of gravity tips too far forward the moment you swing." Rokuya's cold voice sounded beside Sanemi's ear.
The next second, Rokuya's left leg lashed into Sanemi's abdomen like a steel whip.
Bam!
Sanemi's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, rolling over a dozen times before coming to a stop. Clutching his stomach, he violently vomited sour fluid.
"Day one, ten seconds." Rokuya dusted off his hands, looking down at Sanemi as he struggled on the ground. "Get up. Keep going. If you want to die on a future battlefield, you can lie there and play dead right now."
"Y-you bastard!" Sanemi's eyes were bloodshot. He coughed up bloody froth and staggered back to his feet, taking his opening stance again. "Again! I'm cutting your hand off today, no matter what!"
Boom!
"Too weak!"
Bam!