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."
grew louder with each word, frustration and disbelief bubbling
are! If this is what you call fair, then you and I
arguments one by one,
silent for a beat,
quickly recovered, and his
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 someone
number two, four, and seven," he said coldly, voice sharp
slowly,
broke them,"
it
had. She
high school. And her little excuses earlier had derailed
Her stomach dropped.
said quickly, bowing her head.
apology. His face remained
questions?" he asked
straightened, sensing she
she
then did his
stance was casual, too casual, like
Nnenna narrowed her eyes.
Is he mocking me?
say anything, a voice called out from
this is what you’re like
turned their
side, each with a relaxed expression like they were
blinked. What...
their training space
drew in, lips thinned. He looked like he was
at him, then
Rule Number Three...
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