However, Windsor seemed to have anticipated this. With a superb sidestep, she not only avoided the attack but also, in the instant they passed each other, flicked her wrist, and the tip of her sword, like a persistent leech, slid into Lydia's blade and gently touched it.
"Swoosh!" 5-0, the match is over.
Evelyn removed her mask, looking shocked.
She lost so decisively, which was completely different from their previous evenly matched battles; she was actually dominated by Windsor throughout.
On the sidelines, Draco, Hermione, and Trillian were eating watermelon while watching the performance with great interest.
After the two on the stage sheathed their swords and bowed, marking the end of the match, Trillian exclaimed in admiration, "As expected of a professional kendo instructor, he completely dominated the entire match, and there wasn't a single flaw in his defense."
Windsor also took off her mask, smiled modestly, and said, "Actually... Evelyn is also a fencing coach at another club. We used to be about the same skill level, and we had our share of wins and losses."
"What?" Trillian and Hermione were taken aback.
Evelyn is a coach too?
And they used to be on par with Windsor?
"Young Master! I didn't expect that just a few pointers from you would improve her to this level? Beating opponents of the same skill level 5-0?" Trillian immediately thought of Draco.
"Yes!" Windsor walked over, her admiration for Draco growing even stronger. "The teacher only pointed out some concepts and techniques to me, and it was like opening a new door for me! It made me realize that fencing is not just a contest of strength and speed, but also a comprehensive application of distance, timing, rhythm, and anticipation."
Evelyn also came over, and at this moment, the look in her eyes as she looked at Draco had completely changed, turning into shock and admiration.
"I didn't expect that in just a short time, I'd become completely outmatched by you," Evelyn said to Windsor with a wry smile. Then, turning to Draco, she said solemnly, "It seems Windsor wasn't exaggerating, Mr. Draco. You truly are a master swordsman. I apologize for my previous doubts."
"You flatter me. These are just my personal interpretations. Windsor simply has a good foundation and grasps things quickly." Draco waved his hand.
" Mr. Draco, could you please give me some pointers?" Evelyn asked eagerly, setting aside her reserve.
Upon hearing this, Draco smiled and shook his head, passing the buck back. "I've told Windsor everything I could."
"She understands very well. If you have any questions or want to practice and improve, it will be more effective to seek her guidance and spar with her."
Draco was too lazy to be a free coach again.
Hermione, who was listening nearby, relaxed her brows and eyes.
You're smart enough to know when to refuse.
She didn't want to see yet another beautiful female coach vying for Draco's attention.
A hint of disappointment crossed Evelyn's face after being rejected. "You want me to learn from her?" Her tone was slightly disdainful. "I know Windsor's teaching standards are terrible."
Upon hearing this, Windsor immediately objected and retorted without hesitation, "Your teaching is even worse, okay? Your students can't even beat mine. I bet they came for your looks, not to learn swordsmanship!"
Evelyn's best friend, who knew her inside and out, hit a nerve. She admitted that her looks had attracted some students with ulterior motives, but being pointed out in public made her expression turn cold. She retorted, "That's better than so-and-so, who just teaches by rote, turning students into wooden stumps! They have no spirit whatsoever!"
"Who are you calling a wooden stake?!"
"I'm talking about you! Your movements are stiff and rigid!"
You're the stiff one! You have such a poker face!
You're all brawn and no brains!
"Your tablet!"
The two female coaches, who had just been kind, now resembled two quarrelsome old women, exchanging barbs and pointing out each other's shortcomings, specifically targeting the areas the other cared about most.
This left Draco, Hermione, and Trillian, who were watching from the sidelines, completely stunned. Trillian murmured, "They... didn't they just meet? How come they're... arguing already?"
And the content of this argument... is so childish!
Hermione silently rubbed her forehead; the slight wariness she had felt towards Evelyn's appearance was instantly overshadowed by their bickering.
This scene is a bit... comical!
Draco watched the two beautiful coaches playfully bickering, finding it far more interesting than watching them fencing.
Fortunately, it was a bit inappropriate for the two to argue like that in front of others. They glared at each other, snorted simultaneously, and turned their faces away.
This can be considered a temporary truce.
But the smell of gunpowder was still strong.
"Don't mind it, teacher. We often do this. Sparring and arguing are not the same thing," Windsor explained to Draco.
"I'm sorry you had to see this." Evelyn composed herself, regaining her cool demeanor, though her cheeks were still slightly flushed.
"It's okay, it's quite fun." Draco smiled.
It seems there's quite a story between these two female coaches.
Seeing Windsor's significant progress, Evelyn's desire to receive guidance from Draco hadn't died. She composed herself, recovering from the anger she'd felt towards Windsor, and this time her attitude towards him was even more sincere.
" Mr. Draco, I know my request may be a bit presumptuous, but I really want to make a breakthrough. Please, you must guide me, even if it's just a little bit of the trick."
"Forget about it," Windsor said mockingly, arms crossed, instantly extinguishing Evelyn's hopes. "Didn't you see that Miss Hermione, the teacher's wife, is here?"
Evelyn paused, seemingly understanding something. But she was still somewhat unconvinced. "Then why would I teach you?"
"Of course it's because I have a boyfriend! And I've made it clear that I only admire my teacher's swordsmanship and will never cross the line! Madam can rest assured!" Windsor puffed out her chest, her expression full of self-righteousness, with a hint of superiority.
"I feel discriminated against. So, being single doesn't qualify, huh?" Evelyn felt like she'd been hit with a million points of damage.
After a brief moment of unease, Evelyn had an idea. Since she couldn't get through to Draco himself, she would try a key figure. She changed direction and walked straight to Hermione.
" Hermione, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" Hermione had already guessed.
I just don't know how the other party will respond...
"How about I give you a sword? You can borrow Mr. Draco as your coach for once. I promise, I won't steal him from you."
A sword? It seems her obsession with fencing is no less than Windsor's. Hermione, seeing the longing in Evelyn's eyes, nodded. "Alright, since you're so sincere."
"Really?" Evelyn's hope ignited.
"However, there is one condition," Hermione added.
At the same time, a sly smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"What are the conditions?" Evelyn asked impatiently.
Upon hearing the word "conditions, "Draco's heart skipped a beat; a sense of foreboding washed over him. How could this plot be so similar?