Choice

Morning.

Apocalypse Academy's Superhuman Training Hall, A Sword Room.

Flashing blade light tore through the sunlight streaming in through the glass windows, instantly transforming into layers upon layers of afterimages that poured down upon Zuo Yi like a violent storm—swift, sharp, and overwhelming!

Sword in hand, Zuo Yi precisely blocked every dagger thrust aimed at him. No matter how fierce or tricky his opponent's attacks were, they could not penetrate his defense.

The dagger tips struck the blade with an unending chorus of clinks and clangs.

The next moment, the figure circling Zuo Yi at high speed flew backward, widening the distance between them.

Elijie let her sore, weakened arms hang limply at her sides. She panted heavily, her eyes fixed on Zuo Yi. Her forehead was covered in gleaming sweat, and her short ponytail swayed behind her.

Her eyes held an unyielding stubbornness. Although she knew full well that the gap between herself and Zuo Yi was boundless, she was still not entirely satisfied with her performance just now.

"Not bad."

Zuo Yi put away the practice sword and smiled. "You've improved again."

Zuo Yi had Honesty Faith, so naturally, he did not lie.

Elijie had come from Gaul to Hang City and had been attending Apocalypse Academy for a month already.

Over the past month, she had studied and trained diligently. Under Zuo Yi's careful guidance, both her strength and combat ability had improved noticeably.

As one chosen by heaven, her talent was enough to make anyone envious!

"But, Teacher..."

Whenever she had received Zuo Yi's praise in the past, the girl had always been delighted. This time, however, she frowned and pouted. "I keep feeling like I'm still missing something. I clearly could have done better, but I always..."

Elijie could not explain what exactly she always