Everyone has different notions.
At the same time, there is no absolute right or wrong.
"Can you accept a little accident in training?" Dallion Collins raised an eyebrow and asked her again.
"Why can't I?" Flossie Wright asked back with a smile playing at the corner of her mouth, "Who can guarantee absolute fairness in real combat?"
No.
Real combat has never been fair.
She had experienced countless real battles and was more than familiar with the unpredictable accidents that occurred there.
True combat is when you never know what accident awaits you at the next moment, or how a bullet will pass through your body.
In short, even with the strongest body and the most formidable skills, luck is still a necessity.
Clearly, in the case at hand, it was simply Flossie Wright's bad luck.
Strength is also a part of luck.
She didn't need to dwell on this matter.
"Cassie Ferguson."
Dallion Collins called out her name clearly before shifting his gaze onto Cassie Ferguson.
