Bang!
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Duang!
Huff, huff!
All sorts of strange sounds filled Elektra's ears, making her almost want to cover them halfway.
I want to hear, I want to hear.
She stood with her arms folded against the door, watching the two men grapple at close range. It was even more exciting than watching two women have sex in bed.
Matt was one thing. Young and vigorous, he radiated intense masculine energy, overflowing with hormones. His stamina was as enduring as the life he had left—one minute counted as a year. She was probably the only woman in the world who knew that.
But Stick was already so old, and he could still last this long?
Couldn't tell at all.
It had already been ten minutes!
One was young and strong, while the other was experienced.
At his age, he could no longer rely on physical prowess to show off, so he could only compete through experience and skill.
Master and disciple traded punches and kicks, fighting to their hearts' content.
Since this was not a fight to the death, neither used the Guiding Cane or long staff they excelled at, which made it even more interesting.
The more Elektra watched, the more surprised she became.
Matt was much stronger than before!
He was somewhat stronger, somewhat faster, and his reactions were quicker too. His endurance was astonishing, but he clearly had not been through many fights and lacked experience. In that regard, he was still a novice.
Despite having the advantage in every aspect, he was still being utterly dominated by Stick.
A young man in his twenties could not even beat an old grandpa of at least seventy. How embarrassing.
Of course, Matt was still very strong.
If it were this kind of "friendly" spar, with her