Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting Diana to volunteer to take charge of the training.
"I'd love to! Diana, I want to learn!"
Miaomiao flung herself into Diana's arms and tilted her head up, her eyes full of earnest determination.
The smile in Diana's eyes deepened. She reached out to ruffle Miaomiao's hair. "Then, starting today, our first lesson is how to land the most precise strike with the least effort."
Sunlight filled the training room. Diana stood in the center, straight and tall as a pine. Miaomiao copied her stance, her gaze intent.
Diana's voice was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable certainty. "Trading injury for injury is the clumsiest way to fight. If your opponent is truly powerful, fighting that way will only make you fall first."
Diana raised a hand, motioning for Miaomiao to stand opposite her. "Real combat isn't about who can take more damage. It's about who can find their opponent's openings faster."
She took two steps back and gestured for Miaomiao to attack. "Come on. Attack with that speed you're so good at. Remember, no brute force."
Miaomiao took a deep breath, pushed off the floor, and lunged forward in a blur. Her nails sliced through the air, aiming straight for Diana's shoulder and neck. But just before making contact, she remembered Diana's words and forcibly reined in her strength.
A flicker of approval crossed Diana's eyes. As she sidestepped, she hooked the tip of her foot precisely around Little Fish's ankle. It was a light movement, timed perfectly to catch Miaomiao when her balance was unstable. Miaomiao cried out and toppled backward, but Diana reached out and caught her securely.
"See?" Diana pointed at her own ankle. "You're very fast, but every time you attack, your weight shifts too far forward. That's your