"Unless I said something wrong?" The girl smiled, "look at your opponent who fights without strength, sloppy movement and shows no intention of killing at all. They don’t even treat you like an opponent, they’re just fooling with you."
"Shut up!" Rosetta growled, but was immediately cut across the chest on the shirt by Crimson Sand Sword’s chief, leaving a black mark on her shirt.
"Look at your embarrassed face," the girl smiled, "I heard you’ve taught - before, and with this level you’ve actually produced a pro fighter, so how do you really teach it? Hmm… let me think, did you teach it in bed?"
"Angela, are you looking to die?!" Rosetta couldn’t resist her anger anymore, she turned her back as if desperately wanting to leave the opponent.
