"Faster, faster." Nellie Leicester kept yelling.
The man's fist repeatedly aimed at Nellie's cheek. Even from the sidelines, one could feel the power contained in the man's fist.
Yet Nellie dexterously evaded each strike.
Until the man exposed his weakness.
With a swift punch to the man's jaw, Nellie knocked the ninety-kilogram brute to the ground.
The man lay there for a while before he managed to speak:
"Ah, Nellie, your punches are getting faster. How about giving up your studies to train full-time in combat? You have the talent."
Nellie chuckled:
"I like studying. Combat training is merely a diversion in my life."
In fact, what she said was not entirely true. Combat was more than just a hobby for her.
But when she threw a punch or clutched a weapon, she would feel secure.
She would forget about her weakness and pain.
Once she learned the truth, everything was irreversible.
Nellie clenched her fist as she walked into the changing room.
