In Multistar Country, in the courtyard of Rose's villa, the ring of swords never stopped. It was Ash, Vishy, Niya, and Philly, four of them sparring.
Sometimes it was a free-for-all, sometimes two-on-two, sometimes three people ganging up on one. The main target of the drills was naturally Philly. Compared to a month ago, Philly looked much more at ease—not that she could beat them, but even when she couldn't, she could quickly break her fall, adjust her stance, look for favorable terrain, and counterattack at once.
"Surround her." At Vishy's command, the three of them attacked Philly at the same time. Philly switched to a two-handed grip and opened up with broad, sweeping strikes, retreating as she swung. She held out for two full rounds of attacks before Niya knocked her Thrusting Sword flying.
Out of stamina, Philly collapsed straight onto the grass, panting in quick, shallow breaths. After the intense exercise, a faint peach flush rose over her skin. Her long golden hair had been tied up, her sports shirt was soaked through, and sweat on her forehead ran down the bridge of her nose and across her face.
Vishy reached out and pulled Little Lamb up, then twisted open a bottle of mineral water and poured it straight over her head.
Ash and Niya were also resting and drinking water nearby. Training at such high intensity placed a heavy burden on their bodies too, and they also couldn't use "Joy Sword"—while Joy Sword's pain suppression was undoubtedly an excellent buff in combat, suppressing pain during training would only produce reckless fools who didn't value their lives. It was precisely because pain existed that people could learn to protect themselves.
Only Vishy had it easy. Her Legendary Level Spear Halberd School made fighting the three of them feel