Bad Child

When the second trainee stepped onto the ring, Huai Shi could barely stop himself from laughing.

Apparently, Huai Shi's onion-peeling-like feat of tearing apart heavy armor with his bare hands had intimidated him so thoroughly that he decided to go all out. Even though Huai Shi had promised not to use any abilities beyond those of ordinary people, the second trainee who came up still did not dare let down his guard.

Since wearing armor was no different from not wearing it, he might as well not wear any. By sacrificing meaningless defense, he gained mobility and adaptability.

Arkady was now dressed only in something like a skintight swimsuit. Though thin and light, it was covered from head to toe in dense, intricate scale-like material, and its defensive power was clearly not bad either.

Holding two traditional Cossack Shashka sabers, he saluted Huai Shi, then began circling him, probing for an opening.

"Don't worry, I won't attack first."

Huai Shi reassured him repeatedly. "Are you sure you don't want to change your equipment? With that set, there's no teaching value at all."

"It's fine. I'll do everything I can to pose a threat to you."

Arkady grinned. As he paced around Huai Shi, the two sabers in his hands constantly spun and shifted, held normally or in reverse grip, as though they had grown naturally from his hands. His technique was clearly polished and flawless.

Everything within five steps was within his striking range.

Cossack sabers had always been known for their speed, unrivaled in cavalry duels. For Templar Knight trainees, reaching the speed of a warhorse was effortless.

He had clearly settled on a strategy of finding an opening, launching an attack, and withdrawing after a single strike, never lingering in combat.

Huai Shi sighed.

"A barehanded fight against