The Dark Werewolf

Dummy Massacre [4]

'My goal is twenty-one seconds…'

Setting a goal in his mind, Ren watched as the world around him lost colour and his emotions disappeared alongside it.

Fear, nervousness, confidence, all emotions just disappeared.

In his mind, there was only one goal.

Reach one minute and twenty-eight seconds.

Regardless of the costs.

—Beep!

Following the beeping sound, Ren closed his eyes.

Ta.Ta.Ta. Fiddling with a small ring on his finger, Ren calmly stood rooted in his spot. Within seconds the dummies were already upon him.

Lifting his head slightly, Ren opened his eyes and placed his hand on the sheath of his sword.

A second passed and over thirty dummies appeared within inches of his body.

—Shuaa! —Shuaa! —Shuaa!

The sound of the air splitting reverberated across the space as each dummy swung its dulled weapon in Ren's direction.

To those that were spectating, it looked as though Ren had just given up.

Even as all of the dummies were attacking him at the same time, Ren stood still.