Chapter 173 Rhys And Inna 1 (1/2)

Blinking furiously, Rhys instinctively withdrew his attack as he frantically dashed back. He stared at Inna's frozen form and he strangely felt cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck.

What's happening to him?

He felt his legs and hands tremble slightly as Inna started to move.

Was he actually scared?

He clicked his tongue at the ridiculous notion as he willed himself to stop shaking.

He looked at Inna and he couldn't help but notice that there was something off about her. And he was about to go closer to examine what it was that was emitting such murderous intent when suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Inna appeared before him with a raised fist ready to hit him.

Rhys was startled for a moment before he was able to dodge it just in the nick of time. But Inna didn't end her attack with just a single punch. She followed it with arrays of cleverly timed kicks and punches. She moved as though she had hundreds of years of expertise as she easily attacked all the openings Rhys was showing her.

He let out a grunt as he struggled to dodge. Midway through, he gave up on dodging, seeing that it was increasingly becoming impossible for him to keep up, and instead he started blocking her attacks.

Every hit he blocked felt like a hammer hitting his bones. He didn't know where the sudden increase in strength and speed came from, and it's making him feel somewhat unnerved.

He was supposed to end the fight now!

But instead, he was the one backed up to a corner.

After repeatedly blocking her attacks, Rhys felt tired and his hands were thoroughly swollen and numb. He thought she would've stopped or at the very least, get tired by now but she was the same as always, not even decreasing the amount of killing intent she was emitting.

He gritted his teeth in frustration. He didn't like the feeling of being cornered or being overpowered.

If only he didn't promise Raghnall that he'd protect her, he could've been able to land a clean hit.

And if only he didn't have the punishment seals in his body made by his dearly beloved master to prevent him from going wild in the Academy's premises or trespassing again, he'd probably be on par with her.

He felt that it was such a waste that he couldn't help but click his tongue in irritation.

He knew he had to end the match soon.

He feared that Master Azai would come back any moment now so he had to make his decision.

But truthfully, he didn't want the fight to stop. He found fighting with the current her actually fun, though greatly frustrating.

The intensity… the desperation… the raw power… the fear… and the killing intent she was giving as they fought…

It was all too perfect…

She's the best opponent he's had in a long while.

If only she'd been this serious in the beginning, he could've had more fun.

And now that they're actually getting started, he had to regrettably end it.

Rhys sighed sadly but he knew he had no choice.

So, he swallowed his pride and raised his hand, admitting defeat.

”Okay! I concede! Was that match good enough for you guys? Did you learn lots?”

Rhys looked at the guys by the side as he spoke nonchalantly.

But the guys just looked at him with wide eyes as they screamed in chorus.