Chapter 1522:

Harlee, her delicate features remaining impassive, slowly withdrew her foot from Lionel’s chest. A hint of disdain, like a venomous serpent, coiled in the depths of her cold eyes. These three were so pathetic!

From her pocket, she produced three small pills, methodically administering one to each of the fallen trio. Then, with a nonchalant air, she turned her attention to the remaining seventeen soldiers. Her gaze, cold and assessing, swept across the assembled group.

“So, do you still consider yourselves worthy of my tutelage?”

The seventeen, along with the three who had finally regained consciousness and were now lying on the ground, remained silent. Harlee’s demonstration had served as a brutal wake-up call. They had underestimated her. She was right. With their current abilities, they were nowhere near worthy of being her trainees.

Rhys, ever attentive, swiftly approached Harlee, offering her a glass of water.

“Are you fatigued from the fight? I’ve already requested Patrick to bring refreshments.”

instinctively gravitated toward the pair. They swallowed hard, and with Harlee’s example fresh in their minds, they dared not

Harlee’s exceptional skills, some couldn’t help but label Rhys a “sycophant” or a

a long, refreshing sip. Her expression remained impassive as she returned the glass to Rhys and turned away, dismissing

for

hand in hand. All the

a contemplative gaze, stepped forward. His voice, deep

is someone

you truly desire to learn from

away, following in the footsteps of Harlee

soldiers, six of whom were elite, handpicked from the finest units, had displayed a disturbing lack of professionalism. They were young, impetuous, and prone to underestimating their opponents based on superficial judgments. All of them were top soldiers, carefully selected from across

Despite their own impressive capabilities, if they underestimated their opponents and

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