The Strategist felt... this girl was either doing it on purpose or just plain stupid.
The Strategist's face darkened. "You're really stubborn, huh! Hua Xuening, today I'll let you see that true speed comes from talent, not bloodline!"
Hua Xuening looked puzzled. "Isn't bloodline a talent?"
The Strategist froze. "I mean! The speed I cultivated through talent and hard work isn't slower than the speed you get from Swift Flying Lightning—it's even faster!"
Hua Xuening said, "You rely on talent and hard work, and so do I. What exactly are you talking about? Aren't we the same? We're just competing to see who's faster, right?"
The Strategist snapped, "Are you stupid? I've talked for so long and you still don't get it! I'm saying I'm faster than you! Even without Swift Flying Lightning, I'm faster than you!"
Hua Xuening shook her head. "How could you be faster than me without Swift Flying Lightning? I neutralized all your sneak attacks just now. You clearly aren't as fast as me!"
"I... you... Fine, fine, fine!"
The Strategist raged, "Keep talking tough! You lost to me and still won't admit it..."
"I didn't lose!"
Hua Xuening angrily cut him off. "I just thought your speed was decent. It's rare to meet someone whose speed can barely keep up with mine, so I wanted to fight a little longer. It's just... when it's purely a contest of speed, nobody can keep up with me. That's no fun. I finally found someone, so I wanted to run you around a little and get some practice."
The Strategist's eyes widened.
Hey! Wasn't that exactly what I was thinking!?
"No, you... Fine, Hua Xuening, use your fastest speed! I'll use my fastest speed too, and we'll see who's quicker. How about it?"
Hua Xuening shook her head.