The battle between Locke and Hathaway had finally come to an end.
"You're so bad. I'm still injured. Don't you know how to be more gentle?"
Hathaway lay in Locke's arms, pressing her chin against his chest.
"Forget it. Who was the one who insisted on fighting me for 300 rounds? My old waist was almost broken by you."
Locke looked aggrieved.
Although the strength of the old man was not worth mentioning, it was the first time that the Swamp Hydra fought on its own.
As its master, even if it did not go over to help, it should be there to hold the line.
If it encountered danger, it could also make up for it in time.
At the very least, he should not be fighting with Hathaway here until the Swamp Hydra was finished.
"Don't you dare say it."
Hathaway quickly covered Locke's mouth and giggled.
Although the two of them had often fought before, it was the first time that they had gone into hiding like this.