Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 148:

Even though it was a question, Marissa flexed her wrists decisively as soon as she finished speaking, leaving Aelfric no chance to decline. Aelfric was taken aback. A spar with the chief instructor was never just a friendly match; it usually ended in a humiliating defeat for the other party. He feared losing face

If the time and place had been different, perhaps it wouldn’t have felt as dire. But they were at the Doomsday Base branch in Blebert, a place Aelfric had founded. Here, he was revered by the new recruits. Derek and Dennis, in particular, looked up to him almost like a god, hanging on his every word. Being defeated here, in front of his followers, would be a devastating blow to his prestige. These thoughts made Aelfric hesitate for a long while

Marissa, however, was impatient. After a few more gestures with her wrists, she approached Aelfric menacingly. Caught off guard, Aelfric sidestepped and blurted out, “Wait!” He was just about to concoct an excuse to dodge the spar when Marissa’s second punch was already flying towards him, forcing him to engage

exchange, he nearly stumbled to the floor due to a misjudged maneuver. Marissa, however, was holding back her true strength. Overpowering Aelfric with a single punch would have been too simple; she preferred to

those initial rounds, Marissa moderated her strength skillfully. Her attacks were designed not to injure Aelfric seriously but to keep him on his toes. After the third exchange, Marissa stopped momentarily and remarked to Aelfric, “It’s been a while since we last met. You’ve improved quite a bit.

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too embarrassed here. As the leader of the Doomsday Base branch, he needed to assert himself. Thus, he began

their nerves taut as they watched the spar unfold. They secretly rooted for Aelfric;

while watching Marissa in action. In their eyes, her every maneuver was

and Aelfric were closely matched, which suggested a prolonged and uncertain fight. However, as the fight progressed, the reality of their skill gap became starkly clear. Aelfric exerted his utmost effort yet continued to be overwhelmed, his clothing torn and disheveled. In contrast, Marissa appeared effortless and composed, as if she were merely toying