"Wu Hao, you're dead!"
Jiang Fang ground her teeth in fury.
As one of the few women among War God-level experts, being asked to teach a student who practiced Sword Art while she specialized in Sword Technique—no matter how she looked at it, it made her seem unpresentable.
If that bastard hadn't egged her on, she never would have agreed in the first place. She was extremely proud. If he didn't practice Sword Technique, what was she supposed to teach him?
Even today's sparring match had come about because Wu Hao had kept nagging her about it until she was sick of hearing him.
She had arrived with anger bottled up inside. Though she had controlled her temper and hadn't lashed out, she had still been a little careless, which was why she had been defeated in a single strike.
The more embarrassed and humiliated she had been then, the angrier she was now.
Jiang Fang spun around and charged toward Wu Hao's residence. If she didn't settle this score, she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight!
Especially whenever Ning Ze's face surfaced in her mind, wearing that faintly amused expression after defeating her. Just thinking about it made her unbearably embarrassed and strangely restrained. Clearly, she was the teacher!
Jiangnan Pavilion, East Pavilion Building.
Ning Ze soaked in the bath while video chatting with his wife. He had no particular feelings about what had just happened. He had merely been a little unaccustomed to it at first; once the battle began, he had no reservations.
"Is hunting monsters over there dangerous?" Shu Yi asked with concern.
"It's all the same. In the Training Camp, monsters are Battle Points. You can kill as many as you want. But without Uncle Zuo and the others helping me, I only got materials