Life was peaceful at the moment. Claire didn’t face Feng Yixuan’s revenge, and so, Feng Yixuan disappeared.
“Strange, why did that little freak return without taking revenge? Perhaps he had a large hemorrhoid?” Walter was completely puzzled. He also rejoiced that at the time, he didn’t say out loud that he swore that if the guy didn’t come for his revenge, he would have the same last name as the little devil instead. Luckily, he didn’t say it out loud. Fortunately, very fortunately, very good.
“What are you mumbling about?” Claire’s cold voice suddenly sounded in Walter’s mind.
Walter almost cried out in surprise. It can’t be, little devil can hear what he’s thinking? It’s not possible.
Walter forgot that Claire could infer things based on his Spiritual waves. For example, just now Walter’s Spiritual undulations were a bit “vulgar.” Naturally, this guy was definitely thinking of no good.
“Nothing, nothing. I was thinking that you’re about to go to school.” Walter giggled.
Claire coldly snorted. Of course Walter’s words were not trustworthy at all.
“Are you still continuing today? Do you not feel pain? You do this everyday.” Walter watched Claire’s training clothes, and worried for Claire. She became riddled with scars sparring with that rigid faced knight, Jean.
“What feels better, pain or death?” Claire coldly asked.
Walter shivered. That was something that didn’t need to be mentioned. With death, everything is gone, not to mention pain.
Claire picked up the sword and walked towards the back of the training field with Jean following from behind.
It was another fierce training day. Walter yawned sleepily. In any case, he wasn’t the person getting hurt, who cares about that little devil fighting.
The sound of weapons resonated continuously. If it wasn’t for the barrier Claire had put up around the training ground, who knows how many people would have been startled by this fierce battle.
Walter looked at Claire’s arm and body, both already wounded, blood already soaked through her clothes. Just thinking about it made him sweat. This little devil was too fierce, too vicious. She treated herself unordinarily harsh. That deep and cold gaze, cruel and wild expression, made one unable to watch.
Jean frowned. Claire’s attacks were completely different from the average warrior, crafty and ferocious, so even he, who was much stronger than Claire, had no choice but be careful when facing her.
Claire withdrew and Dou Qi burst forth as she brandished the sword at Jean.
Jean didn’t dare to slack and prepared to block this one strike.