"Hurry! Hurry! Faster! You're too slow! And you think you can even touch the hem of my clothes like this?"
"Stop relying on your wings to widen the distance! Unless you can control the wind and air currents, the moment you're in midair is precisely when your defenses are at their weakest."
"Stop trying to rip open my stomach! Your intentions are far too simple and obvious. Anyone who isn't blind can see it coming in advance."
"When you throw a punch, use more of the muscles in your waist, back, and shoulders. That's the only way to maximize the additional power gained from coordinated muscle movement!"
Amid Allen's scolding and Priscilla's impotent rage, the battle became completely one-sided.
It could even be said that the former was teaching the latter how to make better use of her own advantages.
After all, when it came to combat experience, Allen was streets ahead of Priscilla.
Even though he had only acquired the Dragon's Descendants cells not long ago, he still displayed overwhelming superiority, just as Teresa had easily suppressed Priscilla by unleashing merely ten percent of her strength.
It couldn't be helped. Priscilla's mental state was so unstable that she simply could not calm down and handle the details of battle rationally.
In comparison, an old hand like Allen, who had been tempered by all sorts of bizarre Nen abilities in the Hunter x Hunter World, learned Assassination techniques and thousands of unfathomable ninjutsu in the Naruto World, and witnessed countless Devil Fruit Abilities in the One Piece World, found dealing with such a hotheaded rookie laughably easy.
He could casually come up with a tactic on the spot and toy with dumbfounded "Two-dimensional" in the palm of his hand.
Over the next less than half hour, Allen played Priscilla