Chapter 71 – Combat Class (Part 3)
Jake's sword came crashing down on Elizabeth, brute force behind every swing. She stumbled back, her knees buckling from the sheer impact, barely managing to keep her grip on the wooden sword in her trembling hands.
Jake smirked. "Just give up and I won't hurt you!" he said, his tone smug and condescending as he stepped in again, delivering a rapid flurry of blows. His movements weren't particularly refined—they were fast, heavy, and utterly relentless. Against someone as untrained as Elizabeth, they were more than enough.
Clack! Clack! Clang!
Each hit sent painful vibrations through her arms. Her shoulders ached, her fingers screamed from holding the hilt so tightly. She tried to back away, desperate for space to breathe, but Jake closed the gap immediately and pressed on.
'He's too fast… and strong!' Elizabeth's wide eyes followed every strike, but she could barely keep up.
"It's pointless! I will win!" Jake shouted, fully confident.
