Chapter 808: 252: The start of face slapping! _1
Viola Thompson slightly raised her eyebrows, staring at the man in front of her, “Instructor Lance, we’ve already fought once during the day.”
“That one didn’t count.”
After speaking, Instructor Lance continued, “I know, you didn’t use your full strength during the day.”
“You’re mistaken,” Viola’s gaze was serene, “That was my full strength.”
Viola had indeed withheld during the daytime.
After all, Lance Clinton is an instructor, facing students from the entire school.
If Lance Clinton lost, then it would certainly affect his image as an instructor and the subsequent training.
But she was different.
She was just a freshman.
Being able to spar with Lance Clinton was already an impressive feat among the freshmen.
Many people do not even have the courage to spar with Lance Clinton.
So, her loss was quite normal.
However, what Viola didn’t expect was, Lance Clinton actually noticed her holding back.
She thought she was watertight.
“Viola, I’m not blind.” Lance Clinton looked at Viola, “Your holding back is an insult to me!”
Viola looked up slightly, “Instructor Lance, are you sure you want to spar with me again?”
“I’m sure.” Lance Clinton’s eyes were full of determination.
“All right.” Viola glanced around the office environment, “Right here?”
Lance Clinton replied, “You come with me.”
After speaking, he turned and opened the door on the other side of the office.
The room within the office was a boxing room of about fifty square meters.
There was plenty of space.
Just right for a fight.
Lance Clinton looked at Viola, “Viola, this is a fair duel, and no one should hold back. This is also a respect for the samurai.”
“Okay.” Viola flexed her fingers.
She was as calm as one could be for a girl of seventeen or eighteen.
Lance Clinton had met many people in his life.
But he had never met anyone like Viola before.
Viola went on, “Instructor Lance, you make the first move. I’ll yield three strikes to you.”
She slightly raised her snow-white chin.
She was as dazzling as a queen.
“No need.” Lance Clinton rejected Viola’s proposal to yield three strikes.
Lance Clinton threw a punch.
Viola dodged swiftly, avoiding his attack and then, surprisingly, counter-attacked.
Lance Clinton never expected to be hit with a punch from Viola so soon.
He assumed that Viola had just held back in the morning.
Things weren’t as he thought. Viola didn’t just hold back; she only used one-tenth of her strength.
Lance Clinton frowned slightly.
This was the first time in his life he had met an opponent.
And that opponent was a young girl.
Just as Lance Clinton was distracted, Viola attacked again, “Instructor Lance, be careful.”
At Viola’s reminder, Lance Clinton avoided her attack and swiftly lifted his foot to counter.
Viola too, lifted her foot.
She directly kicked Lance Clinton’s foot.
From then on, Lance Clinton was almost unable to retaliate, and he continued to lose ground.
“Instructor Lance, thank you for your mercy.”
After the fight, Viola started to break a slight sweat on her forehead.
Lance Clinton watched Viola’s figure, slightly frowning.
He, known as the Western War God, was defeated by a young girl.
If anyone was there at this moment, they would definitely not believe it.
Even Lance Clinton himself found it unbelievable.
Viola then spoke, “Instructor Lance, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”
“Hmm.” Lance Clinton nodded.
Viola opened the door and walked out.
When she left Lance Clinton’s office, it was already nine o’clock in the evening.
The moonlight on the island was beautiful.
The bright moonlight coated everything on earth with a subtle glow.
It was particularly beautiful.
Seeing Viola walk out of Instructor Lance’s office, Annie immediately tapped Betty next to her, “Look, quick! Viola is out!”
Betty also reacted at this moment, looked at her wrist watch, and frowned, “She was in there for a full forty minutes.”
“Forty minutes?” Wage was surprised.
In the dead of night, a single man and a woman, alone for forty minutes. What were they doing?