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"Why don't you just surrender? Let's not waste each other's time." Woody's sneer was thick in his tone.
He played around with that giant axe on his shoulders as if it weighed nothing. Looks can be deceiving here. Although Woody had a full-faced beard, in reality, this guy's about the same age as Ren. His avatar just looked older.
Ren sighed, but instead of replying, he went into a stance.
On the side, he discovered that Young Lord and Ghost Lady were now spectating the match. They chatted for him to surrender so that they could move on to the next match. Saying that they've been unlucky to meet some pros. But Ren shut them out.
They leave this match if they're really in a hurry. Ren wants to fight.
Swoosh!
An arrow whizzed past his ears. Ren remained unperturbed. He knew that was a warning shot; he had seen it coming and already knew that it was not going to hit, so he didn't bother dodging.
