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Chapter 106  Mental Workout…Ashamed? Not at all! - I

As for Seraphina, she no longer idled around and went out to play. Since her return, she was either training or spending time with Marlina, voluntarily acting as the guard for her busy sister. However, even so, her time with Ansel did not decrease. As for the reason...

Clang, clang, clang, clang —

The incessant sound of iron striking echoed in the spacious courtyard. Seraphina, dressed in a black bodysuit that accentuated her enticing curves, was currently sweating profusely, her expression filled with annoyance.

Less than half a meter in front of her, Ansel was leisurely sipping a precious liquor obtained from the other end of the Celestial Path mountains, his legs propped up by the small table. However, the dozens of black iron pieces floating between them made the distance, which Seraphina could have easily bridged by leaning forward, seem insurmountable.

"Do you want to take a break, Seraphina?" Ansel teased, his cheerful gaze falling on the panting Seraphina through the gaps between the iron pieces.

"No!"

At this time, the young girl was always stubbornly resolute. She adjusted her breathing, clenched her fists, and her gaze followed the irregular movement of the iron pieces. In an instant, as Ansel leisurely lifted his wine glass, Seraphina\'s pupils contracted to their limit. The bodysuit enveloping her skin bulged due to the sudden exertion of her exquisite body. The muscle lines supported by her shoulders, waist, and legs were not exaggerated at all. Instead, due to the visual effect of the bodysuit, they were imbued with an indescribable charm. In the moment when the wind was still, Seraphina\'s unparalleled body had already coordinated to its limit. The power accumulated in her waist and abdomen shot like electricity along her muscles to her back, then to her arms, and finally made her delicate and fair fist swing in the air with a loud bang! This punch was like thunder, swift as lightning, and even a third-stage extraordinary might not be able to track its trajectory. Then, under this punch —

Clang!!!

The loudest iron-striking sound echoed in the courtyard three hours after Seraphina started training. The confident and fierce look on the young girl\'s face froze at this moment, then turned into a deep pain and annoyance as her face reddened more and more.

"Hiss..."

She covered her fist, wanting to suppress the painful cry in her throat, but the severe pain from her fist seemed to exceed her tolerance.

Before the big battle coming in a month, Ansel made a detailed training plan for Seraphina. In the first stage, she must break through the defense of the blade whip, Glaipnir, within a week and successfully touch Ansel.

The young she wolf, squatting on the ground and rubbing her fist, stared at the barrier blocking her and Ansel, her body full of anger. Ansel did not have a mandatory requirement for each stage, but if Seraphina could pass his test, Ansel would give a reward. Our Miss Seraphina naturally looked forward to this and was also full of confidence.

Just didn\'t expect... this seemingly simple first level has already stuck her for five full days, leaving only the last two days to conquer.

"Glaipnir is a masterpiece of my father."

Ansel raised his hand, and the flying iron pieces, or the countless blades that make up the whip, flipped up and down, quickly reassembled into his never-leaving scepter.

"In the cannon form, it can kill a fifth-stage extraordinary with one shot while ensuring a hit; the blade whip form has sixteen enchantments such as \'absolute sharpness\', \'ether break\', and \'endless wounds\'; and the array state you see now, each blade can completely resist the attack of a fourth-stage, and the shield formed after merging can easily withstand a full blow from the fifth stage."

"Of course, the above situations can only be achieved when it is fully charged. But even in a normal state, its performance is beyond your imagination."

The wealthy young lord Ansel, leaned on one hand, calmly explaining the miraculous creation in his hand to Seraphina.

With Glaipnir in his hand, even without a pact head, he can still hold his own against a fifth-stage extraordinary. And if all eight of Ansel\'s pact heads are gathered, the power of Hydra is combined into one, this weapon can still play a role in the sixth-stage battle.

— This is Flamelle Hydral, possibly the greatest alchemist in the history of the empire, and even human history.

The scepter lightly touched the ground, and Ansel looked at Seraphina in headache, with a smile: "Isn\'t it too naive to want to break its defense with brute force, Seraphina?"

"...I didn\'t use brute force at all."

Seraphina covered her palm and said somewhat indignantly: "I have been seriously looking for opportunities every time."

"So, what\'s the basis?"

"...Basis? What basis."

"The basis that can prove that the \'opportunity\' you see is indeed an \'opportunity\'."

Our Miss battle genius was stunned for a long time after hearing this, and she didn\'t get around.

"You see." Ansel spread his hands, "Isn\'t this brute force, without any rules?"

"I... but when I fight, that\'s how it is."

Seraphina said with a wronged face: "I just swing my fist when I feel it, what else can be the basis?"

"Have you forgotten what I taught you the first time?"

Ansel sighed lightly and pointed to his temple.

"What I emphasized so many times, the extremely important thing. The thing that helped you successfully counter-kill that assassin of the Chronos Guild, what is it?"

"..." The young girl blinked her eyes, and after two or three seconds, she gradually showed a look of sudden realization.

"Ah! Thinking!"

"So you haven\'t really been thinking when you tried in the past few days, right?"

Ansel looked at Seraphina with a smile but not a smile. That kind of funny helplessness, but also indulgent and doting eyes, made the latter\'s face red again, not only shy, but also because of something else.

"...I, I\'m used to it, habits are not so easy to change."

The young girl stubbornly retorted lightly, but her twisted posture and expression still betrayed her current guilt.

"Not so easy to change?" n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Ansel\'s slightly raised eyebrows, a smile suddenly appeared on his face... which made Seraphina feel a little flustered.

Seraphina is too familiar with this smile, every time Ansel "trained" her before, he would show this smile.

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