They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 503: How About Using a Better Tone?

"You still have a few things to revise before Monday," he said calmly. "You’ll be putting everything you’ve learned over the last five months into action today."

He paused. "I’ll make things simple for you. All you have to do is defeat me."

Nnenna blinked. "Wait... what?"

He didn’t flinch.

"Defeat you?!" she half yelled. "Haha, very funny."

Arthur said nothing. His face was unreadable, his tone deadly serious.

Nnenna gave a nervous laugh. "This is the part where you say you’re joking."

Still no smile. No reaction. Just that sharp, focused gaze locked on her like a predator watching its prey.

Her laugh died in her throat.

"...You’re not joking?"

Arthur’s silence said it all.

At this point, Nnenna finally realized, he wasn’t joking.

Her heart dropped. "Wait... how am I supposed to defeat you?" she asked, voice rising. "I don’t even know a quarter of what you know!"

Arthur finally responded, calm as ever. "I know," he said simply. "That’s why I’ll only use moves from the Year Two and Year Three curriculum. Nothing advanced."

"That’s what you call fair?" she gawked. "Arthur, you’ve been using those moves since your Year Three"

"High school," he corrected smoothly.

"Exactly!" she snapped. "That proves my point even more! You’ve known those techniques since high school! That’s years of experience over me, even if you’re limiting yourself."

voice grew louder with each

If this is what you call fair, then you and I have very different definitions of the

by

for a beat, speechless

and his

being questioned, especially not about his teaching methods. He had thought this through. In his mind, this was the best way to test her overall knowledge and application: by sparring with

and seven," he said coldly,

slowly, her voice cautious. She could sense the shift in his

broke them," Arthur

when it

had. She really

personal, high school. And her little excuses earlier had derailed the training into

Her stomach dropped.

her head. Her tone was genuine,

apology.

questions?" he asked stiffly, not

straightened, sensing she

she said

then did his expression ease

he shifted into position. His stance was casual, too casual, like he

Nnenna narrowed her eyes.

Is he mocking me?

anything, a voice called out

what you’re

both turned

side, each with a relaxed expression like they were arriving at a casual show.

What...

training space uninvited. And

brows drew in, lips thinned. He

instinctively glanced at him,

Rule Number Three... and