"Come on, attack."
At the training grounds of the oasis stronghold, Yalveth held a wooden training saber and urged Zhou Ye, who had been dawdling for nearly half a minute, to launch his attack.
Zhou Ye stood opposite her with a wooden training saber of his own, cursing inwardly.
His comrades and brothers in arms had gone several years without seeing their parents, while his mother was right here in the stronghold where he served. Normally, after finishing his daily training, he could even chat with her. This should clearly have been a happy thing.
But why? Why had things turned out like this?!
For the first time, Zhou Ye felt that his clever brain was not quite enough.
Even now, he still could not figure out why his mother had suddenly become so enthusiastic about training him.
His mother had said she would suppress her strength as much as possible and keep herself at the same level as him, but to Zhou Ye, that was simply absurd.
As a super-powerhouse in the Vertical and Horizontal Realm, she could control the force of her attacks, sure—but could she really control her senses and reaction speed as well?
In his mother's eyes, his movements were probably slower than a snail's.
At that moment, Yalveth was merely standing there casually, without even raising the wooden saber in her hand, let alone adopting any sort of defensive stance.
Yet in Zhou Ye's eyes, she was already completely flawless.
This is going to be one of those situations where I'll get beaten the moment I go up!
Although it was only a wooden saber, it still hurt terribly when it landed on him.
The places where he had been struck earlier were still aching faintly, forcing Zhou Ye to offer his esteemed mother a