"Are you ready, Kiernan?"
Neal asked as he walked over to the tennis ball machine with some toilet paper stuffed inside his bleeding nostrils.
"Don't tell me when you're about to press the button. I don't want to know."
Kiernan said, and stood in his perfect defensive stance that had brought depression to his opponents.
"Alright…"
Neal put his hand over the button so that he could quickly press it without Kiernan noticing and then felt a few sweat drops fall down his forehead.
'Level five was already incredibly quick. Won't level ten be as fast as a bullet or even faster? With such speed, even if it is only a tennis ball, it can clearly hurt him if he gets hit.'
Neal waited for a couple more seconds before giving the button a gentle press, sending the ball zooming towards Kiernan.
It flew so quickly that Neal didn't even notice that the ball had left the machine!
