"Alright… I surrender. Haa… Haa..." said Vergil while trying to calm his ragged breath.
While Vergil was sweating heavily, Angus didn't even break a single sweat or have rough breathing.
"So, who do you think is stronger, brother?" asked Angus with a teasing smile.
Hearing this, Vergil rolled his eyes, "Urrgghh… How come you didn't even break a sweat? are truly still a grade one?" asked Vergil.
"According to Father and the king himself, I am still a grade one combatant. Though they might say that I may defeat a grade two combatant if I try." replied Angus in a thinking pose.
"Ehhh.. Damn, that's kind of cheating. How could you even get that stronger?" said Vergil.
"By training and a little bit risking my life." replied Angus.
"Training? Risking your life? Fine, keep your secret to your lovely brother." said Vergil in a sarcastic tone.
"Alright, then I will keep it to myself." replied Angus blatantly.
