Tang!
A loud sound of metal hitting metal echoed through the dungeon as Vlad's blade struck the sphere. The skin of his hand ruptured from the impact, his whole body shivering from the aftereffects of the reverberations.
For the next several seconds he could hear nothing but a sharp ring echoing in his ears. Once the tingling sensation left his body, he checked the sphere. Just as before, it was completely spotless.
"What the heck!" he exclaimed, his brows furrowing in frustration. "How am I supposed to slice a sphere with a wooden sword when not even a steel sword could dent it?"
He sat on the floor beside the platform, tore the sleeves of his loose linen shirt, and wrapped them around his bloody hands. The wounds from his duel against Lorenzo had only just healed the previous day, and now he had injured his hands again.
