"San'er, teach her a lesson and throw her out."
As he spoke, the man calmly walked over to a chair and sat down. He didn't even glance at me.
The man in front of me, the one they called "San'er," watched me expressionlessly and clasped his hands in a salute.
I didn't have the corresponding memories for this gesture, but I still remembered how to return it.
I remembered... women were supposed to put their right hand on top.
With that in mind, I placed my right hand over my left and clasped them in front of my chest.
"Please... go easy on me."
The moment the words left my mouth, the man suddenly threw a punch, striking with fierce momentum!
"Ha!"
No pain, no gain
The instant I said those four words, "Please go easy on me," the man in front of me attacked without hesitation. He was so decisive that, without my extraordinary reflexes, I wouldn't have had time to defend myself.
"Smack!"
I raised my arm and blocked with the outside of my forearm, then immediately swept his arm outward and threw a punch.
But San'er was incredibly strong—at least a level above me. The arm I'd swept outward was suddenly forced back, pinned against my chest, and the punch I'd been about to throw was forced back, too!
"Ugh!"
I grunted and planted my feet, but his fist came straight at me.
With no time to think, I threw the right punch I'd already prepared, straight at his fist!
"Smack!"
"Humph..."
I grunted again. The instant our fists collided, a sharp pain shot through the back of my hand, followed by a wave of numbness.
This man's punches were impossible to withstand. We weren't even in the same league!
I quickly backed away two steps, but