Penelope calmly walked towards Skye.
"Like I said, every time I see you, you'll get a beating.
Too bad, you just don't want to learn."
Skye scuffed:" Heh. How are you so sure that I'll be the one receiving the beatings?
Unlike last time, I went easy on you. But this time, don't expect to get any sympathy just because you're a woman."
"Mr. Skye, you should save your speech for after the battle."
Ting Ting Ting.
Their blades clashed as each delivered fierce attacks.
Soon, Skye launched an attack, and she caught his sword between both of her daggers.
The two struggled for a bit, before rather than resisting, she pushed forward, kicked his side belly and mercilessly made her move.
Slash!
Blood trickled from Skye's left cheek and slowly found its way close to his mouth.
He licked the blood, and his eyes grew colder.
Did this b**ch just gave him a mark on his money-making face?
