On the rooftop of one of the houses in the settlement, one of the vampires was panting and trying to catch a breath, while the other didn't seem tired at all. His breathing was steady, and there wasn't a single strand of sweat on his body. The situation seemed quite ridiculous, especially to the man standing before him.
"What is going on?!" Ronkin shouted as he pointed at Quinn, who was standing there with his hands behind his back. "I can't even touch you. This sparring match was supposed to give me some confidence, and now I feel like absolute crap. Have I lost all my ability to fight or something?"
Quinn gave out a big sigh as he walked over.
"You said you wanted me to help you, right? You want to win this tournament to get money, right?" Quinn asked. "So I shouldn't just let you hit me. Do you think your opponent is just going to stand there or wait for you to attack?"
