"Come on, get up. Let's go again. Your practical fighting is terrible."
Thomas Sinclair, dripping with sweat, spoke to Noelle Young as she lay on the floor.
She was splayed out on the ground, panting heavily, with no desire to move an inch.
She had always believed that with the Strength and speed of a Martial King, even experts couldn't defeat her.
But today, Thomas Sinclair had utterly shattered that belief.
Her practical combat skills were a complete mess.
Thomas Sinclair only had the power of a Great Martial Master, yet she found it incredibly difficult to defend against him.
Other than using her speed to dodge, she had no idea how to fight back.
"Thomas, let me rest for a bit."
"Alright. Let's take a ten-minute break."
Thomas Sinclair took a thermos from his bag and poured a cup for Noelle Young.
"Is this sweet?"
"Pear water. Is it good?"
"Mhm."
Noelle Young cradled the cup and smiled.
Her smile was beautiful, making Thomas Sinclair's heart pound in his chest.
