[These two don't seem very chill, do they?]
[They seriously didn't move even a tiny bit. Could it be that they're really evenly matched in strength?!]
[This is unreal, but also insanely impressive. Truly a battle between masters!]
The comments buzzed with discussion. At this moment, Ben glanced at the time and announced loudly, "Three minutes are up. This match is a draw!"
The two of them were both slightly startled as they released their grip at the same time. Luther frowned as he looked at Henry, sweat dripping from his face and hands. Henry was not in much better shape either. Beads of sweat slid down from his temples, and his breathing was a little unsteady.
Clearly, just moments ago, both of them had looked perfectly calm.
Ben could not help falling silent as well. It felt like these two were taking things a bit too seriously, as if the reward were not simply the right to go in and fetch cooking ingredients in order, but something else entirely.
