"Adapt? What kind of nonsense is that? Eat my fist!" Misael charged his fist with scorching mana and punched Jake in the face and sent him far. However, Jake stood up like nothing. He didn't even suffer any injury.
Jake smiled at him and said, "You are the type who needs to be beat up first before understanding words. Come here, I will beat you up."
Misael grinned as he approached Jake. "Keep yapping. I am the one who will beat you up."
Misael unleashed a relentless barrage of attacks upon Jake, who skillfully parried each strike with determined precision. The clash between them intensified, the sound of fists meeting echoing through the air. The dance of their movements painted a vivid picture of a fierce battle, with Misael's aggression met by Jake's unwavering defense.
Misael laughed out loud. "What's wrong, Jake? I thought you had adapted to me."
Jake smiled. "Don't misunderstand. I am doing this to train your martial arts. Be thankful to me."
