Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms...

Before I could even release an ounce of killing intent, Alexa's first instinct was to turn fucking tail and run for her life—and if it was any other day, it would've been the best decision of her life. However, as our goal for this training was to have a spar educationally—meaning: the instructors weren't allowed to knock them out in one blow but instead, receive blows while giving instructions or improvements—I can't just let my prey— err… my current student off.

So yeah, I started to give chase but once she was almost out of the sparring area, the fucking bitch abruptly slowed down and used the force in her legs to jump back and surprise me out of the blue by sending a horizontal slice through my torso.

But to her fucking surprise, I took the hit dead-on as I grabbed onto her leg and easily swept her other feet, fully mounting her in a matter of a few seconds.

"Now grit your fucking teeth—"

"W-WAIT—"

*BOOOOM*