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    Even though it was a question, Marissa flexed her wrists decisively as soon as she finished speaking, leaving Aelfric no chance to decline. Aelfric was taken aback. A spar with the chief instructor was never just a friendly match; it usually ended in a humiliating defeat for the other party. He feared losing face


    If the time and ce had been different, perhaps it wouldn’t have felt as dire. But they were at the Doomsday Base branch in Blebert, a ce Aelfric had founded. Here, he was revered by the new recruits. Derek and Dennis, in particr, looked up to him almost like a god, hanging on his every word. Being defeated here, in front of his followers, would be a devastating blow to his prestige. These thoughts made Aelfric hesitate for a long while


    Marissa, however, was impatient. After a few more gestures with her wrists, she approached Aelfric menacingly. Caught off guard, Aelfric sidestepped and blurted out, “Wait!” He was just about to concoct an excuse to dodge the spar when Marissa’s second punch was already flying towards him, forcing him to engage


    Before anyone could blink, they had exchanged three sets of blows. Marissa was the aggressor in each exchange,unching a series of attacks, while Aelfric dodged clumsily. By the end of the third exchange, he nearly stumbled to the floor due to a misjudged maneuver. Marissa, however, was holding back her true strength. Overpowering Aelfric with a single punch would have been too simple; she preferred to toy with him, humiliating him before delivering a decisive blowter on


    During those initial rounds, Marissa moderated her strength skillfully. Her attacks were designed not to injure Aelfric seriously but to keep him on his toes. After the third exchange, Marissa stopped momentarily and remarked to Aelfric, “It’s been a while since west met. You’ve improved quite a bit. Not bad. Let’s continue!”


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    With that, sheunched into her next attack. This time, Aelfric seemed to catch on to Marissa’s strategy, yet he knew he couldn’t be too embarrassed here. As the leader of the Doomsday Base branch, he needed to assert himself. Thus, he began to engage more and initiate his own attacks. Despite this, Marissa continued to restrain her full capabilities, and their battle intensified


    As the chief instructor and the deputy chief instructor shed with vigor, everyone else in the hall swiftly moved back to give them space. Derek and Dennis, too, stepped aside, their nerves taut as they watched the spar unfold. They secretly rooted for Aelfric; his victory over Marissa would reinstate him as the chief instructor. By serving under the chief instructor at the base, they would naturally enjoy more prestige and respectpared to serving under the deputy chief instructor


    While Derek and Dennis were overwhelmed with unease, Marc and Terry were the exact opposite. They buzzed with excitement while watching Marissa in action. In their eyes, her every maneuver was wless. It was not just because they were the chief instructor’s fans. They also secretly hoped the chief instructor would incapacitate Aelfric, eliminating a significant rival for Connor


    As the battle in the heart of the hall escted, chaos unfolded. Tables and chairs were hurled through the air, teacups shattered, and the hall quickly descended into disarray. Initially, everyone believed that Marissa and Aelfric were closely matched, which suggested a prolonged and uncertain fight. However, as the fight progressed, the reality of their skill gap became starkly clear. Aelfric exerted his utmost effort yet continued to be overwhelmed, his clothing torn and disheveled. In contrast, Marissa appeared effortless andposed, as if she were merely toying with him, capable of ending the confrontation at her whim


    At first, the onlookers spected that Marissa was deliberately extending the fight to train Aelfric. It soon became evident, though, that she was actually making him embarrass himself publicly. The disparity in skill between the first and second ranks at the Doomsday Base was profound; Marissa was in a league of her own, akin to a deity, while Aelfric was merely mortal, clearly outmatched. In a sudden and unexpected move, Marissa delivered a powerful kick to Aelfric’s waist. With a resounding crash, he was sent flying out of the hall


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