The sound of weapons hitting each other reverberated inside the training room as Ethan’s and Nicole’s weapon clashed.
Right now, the young man was using a pitchfork instead of the Sea God’s Trident, and attacked Nicole in a frenzy.
The young lady deftly evaded, and deflected his attack with ease, causing Ethan to intensify his efforts.
Nicole frowned after deflecting Ethan’s latest strike. The next thing she did was to lower her body and do a leg sweep, hitting her opponent, and making him fall on the ground.
“Let’s stop here,” Nicole said, her rapier pointing at the ground.
Her breath was still even, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat, despite Ethan’s all-out offensive.
The young man, however, was panting for breath, as he wiped the sweat that was flowing like rivers down his face.
“I can still go on,” Ethan insisted. “Let’s continue.”
“No.” Nicole shook her head. “If we continue, you will definitely get injured because your mind is elsewhere.”