"Who are you?"
Brian looked at the man whose appearance was no worse than his own, a fair-faced youth.
The stern young man stepped forward, "Royal Ace Agent, you can call me Number 5. I'm also your examiner for the second practical combat test. Come at me, attack me."
"You're a lot more handsome than the agents in the movies.."
As soon as he finished speaking, Brian threw out a leg whip without any sense of sportsmanship, creating a blur that appeared beside Number 5's cheek.
An empty sensation came through.
Brian sensed trouble and, carrying his body's inertia, tumbled awkwardly while extending his hands in a blocking position.
The next moment,
A fist, trailing a blur, appeared on Brian's arm and sent him flying backwards. He barely managed to stabilize his figure as he landed, slightly disheveled.
