Punching Bag (Continued)

It had to be fake!

That training dummy, made by imitating the shell of a Chariot-class Honkai Beast, had actually had its defenses broken by this seemingly delicate, ordinary little girl with a single slash?

Tesla refused to believe it!

To accomplish something like that, unless...

This little girl had never been ordinary to begin with, but some kind of Stigmata bearer!

Yes, that had to be it!

Catching sight of someone's smiling face from the corner of her eye, Tesla seemed to realize something and suddenly shouted, "Hey, Ren Yu, did your sick sense of humor act up again? Did you bring a Valkyrie trainee here on purpose just to watch me embarrass myself?!"

"..."

Ren Yu glanced at Tesla. He had originally wanted to explain himself, to say something like, Why would I bother teasing you when I have nothing better to do?

But for some reason, he suddenly did not feel like explaining. He simply nodded and openly admitted, "Yes, I wanted to mess with you. What, do you have a problem with that?"

"You!" Tesla rolled up her sleeves in fury and looked ready to go over and have a round of Mortal Kombat with Ren Yu.

Then, a cold mechanical voice echoed continuously through the training ground.

"Warm-up complete. Next, combat training will begin. The puppets will be controlled by an intelligent AI. They will not only evade your attacks, but will also seize opportunities to counterattack. Please prepare yourself!"

"Ah?!"

At that moment, Yae Rin actually wanted to back out.

She bit her lip, her gaze darting away as she looked toward someone for help.

But Ren Yu still wore that encouraging expression.

With no other choice, the girl braced herself and forcefully pulled the katana embedded in the Type II Puppet's body free,