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So yeah, I started to give chase but once she was almost out of the sparring area, the fucking bitch abruptly slowed down and used the force in her legs to jump back and surprise me out of the blue by sending a horizontal slice through my torso.

But to her fucking surprise, I took the hit dead-on as I grabbed onto her leg and easily swept her other feet, fully mounting her in a matter of a few seconds.

"Now grit your fucking teeth—"

"W-WAIT—"

*BOOOOM*

For added effect, I release a tiny~ bit of killing intent before I punched down but my fist landed on the mat instead of her pretty face. However, Alexa's head was still in the thought of her receiving a deathblow and she still had her crossguard put up while her whole body was shaking and covered in sweat.

I had to flick her forehead to get her out of that loop and the look on her face as she was so relieved she wasn't missing half her face was fucking priceless.

"W-Wha— Huh?"

"Nice trick but you should've aimed for the head. Let's go again," I said as I stood up and offered her a hand.

"You— Hah… Ha… Alright—"

"Motherfucker!"

And right as she locked hands with me so I could pull her up, the bitch had once again coiled like a fucking snake on my right arm to perform an arm bar, but to her dismay, I've dealt with this type of shit many times before.

In addition, she should've known that I could easily fling her weight around just from seeing me lift Quinn without issue in our "sessions", and again, if she had the ability to wrap on my arm like that, she should've just sprung up and kicked my chin—or as I've said earlier, aimed for the head.

"HOW ARE YOU THIS STRONG?!"

At this moment, she was just hanging on me like a fucking sloth—which was just embarrassing—as she tried to move around to somehow pull me down with her weight, but I already braced my core and hinged my legs slightly to carry her much more easily.

So, after I told her her mistakes and things she could've changed, she slowly let go of me as we finally was about to do a proper match.

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"Alright. One more before I switch to Bri—"

Chris then cut in, "I'm about done, bro! I told you! I'll catch up!"

I shot him down, "Eh. You're pretty much sitting in at this point, I'll deal with you last—"

"WHAT?! BRO, PLEASE! I WANNA JOIN!"

"LATER! LATER! I'M BUSY!"

Ignoring his pleas, I waited for Alexa to fully compose herself as I stood at the spot all cool and relaxed.

"H-HERE I GO—"

I met her jab with mine as I easily moved away, "Don't fucking announce that you're going, dumbass! Your shoulder's already giving away your first attack!"

"I-I'M— AHHH!"

"You're fighting a guy! We'd almost always overwhelm you with strength so everything you throw at me should fucking count or aimed at my weak spots!"

"Y-YOU DON'T HAVE ANY WEAKSPOTS!!!"

"Wha— H-How about my kind heart?"

"Y-YOU— STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!"

"Everyone's head is a prime weakness but our fucking dick and balls are our Kryptonite! We'd rather lose an arm or a leg!"

"What?! R-REALLY?!"

"I dunno? Oscar said so! He said it's the first thing everyone in his platoon always ask when they woke up after a bombing. There was also one time—"

"Y-You! Stop telling me stories while we're sparring!"

"Then do fucking better so I could focus on you— THERE WE GO! CLEAN, PRECISE, AND FUCKING COMPACT! IT'S NOT THE BIG MOVES, IT'S THE SMALL ONES! I SAID EVERY SHOT HAD TO COUNT BUT IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO USE FEINTS AND SETUPS! THEY'RE CRUCIAL TOO!"

"W-WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!"

Then I suddenly got up in her face and looked her straight in the eye, pulling the shit I did with the twins, "I love you, Alexa…"

Alexa had never been this fucking red, "W-W-WHAT?! I—"

Then I knocked the bitch down with the simplest leg sweep:

"Dumbass! Don't fall for cheap tricks! If you can aim at my balls I can also aim for your heart! That's what you call a setup!"

"B-BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR! I-I-I—"

"Worked too well, right?"

"S-SHUT UP! I-I wanna go again! I-I-I know the best setup for you!"

I waved her off, "Eh~ You can try when it's your turn again, Brian, you're up!"

"UGH! I SWEAR, I'LL CATCH YOU OFF-GUARD—"

Funnily enough, Brian was already watching the whole time I was teaching Alexa some basics but he just had this smug look on his face like he already had this in the bag.

For one, I already know that he fights outside of competition rules—which was totally understandable, but still a little scummy—but since I've kind of inferred that everything is fair in this educational spar of ours, the motherfucking dumbass had the best idea but the worst fucking execution.

Everyone already knows about some of my weaknesses but not too sound too cheesy, it's— I mean, she's also one of my strengths. And with how I messed with Alexa's psyche by telling her I love her, Brian tried to do the same thing but he should've chosen something outlandish by saying he snuck into my room and vandalized one of my comic books or something.

Instead, he said one of the most taboo or suicidal things to say to me:

"I got nudes of your bitch in my phone, sir! Wanna see—"

Once I fucking heard that, in all honesty, he would've received full marks for riling me up, but there was a stark difference between throwing someone off their game and pissing them the fuck off.

But yeah, just for the sake of it, I wouldn't knock him out in a single blow because I want him to fucking feel EVERYTHING.

And without further ado, the whole place just turned colder by several degrees as I appeared right in front of the dumbass's face:

"Eight Trigram Sixty-Four Palms…"

"Uh-oh."