"A hassle," Tristan grit his teeth, even if he quickly moved to stab his blade into the heads of the dolls whose legs he had severed. His kill count increased to three.
However, the other two did not give him a moment to breathe as they recovered from his kick and recklessly lunged at him.
Tristan discovered that one detail made the test more bearable: the dolls lacked advanced intelligence. While they were programmed to work together as a group, their capabilities were limited. They still exhibited a simple, predictable approach to offense.
Utilizing highly evasive footwork, Tristan's figure shifted between the two dolls, who suddenly realized they had lost their target. However, before the duo could respond, they fell apart from their waists, having been cut through by Tristan as he passed.
Many students gasped in shock and awe at the sight, realizing they had inadvertently cheered him on. Isril, however, openly praised his friend's expert display.
