"Honey, not again? Can you please stop forcing me to do what I want every time?" Sensing something was wrong, Draco tried to struggle.
"Young Master, just accept your fate. Isn't this your status at home?" Trillian covered her mouth and chuckled.
"There are so many of us, do you have a problem with that?" Hermione looked at him, a gentle yet threatening smile on her face.
Faced with Hermione's familiar smile, Draco completely lost his temper. "Fine, you have the numbers, you call the shots."
Seeing Draco obediently give in, Hermione's smile turned benevolent. She set a rule. "It's simple, the four of us team up to beat him up. If we can collectively give him a good beating, he'll teach you swordsmanship, how about it?"
"No, why are you beating me up again?" Draco said, speechless. "I did all the work, not only teaching swordsmanship but also getting beaten up by the four of you. So, after all that effort, I don't get any reward?"
Seeing Draco's aggrieved expression, Evelyn couldn't help but smile, then said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Whatever you want, I'll grant it to you."
However, right after Evelyn finished speaking, she felt a cold and dangerous gaze fall upon her.
Hermione narrowed her eyes, radiating a dangerous aura, her voice soft yet chilling. "Oh? What do you want in return?" Although the question was directed at Draco, Hermione's gaze swept over Evelyn like a knife.
Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine and quickly waved her hands. "That's not what I meant, Hermione, don't misunderstand!"
Draco was also taken aback by Hermione's dark aura. His survival instinct kicked in immediately, and he said righteously:
"What's wrong with it? Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Draco said with righteous indignation. "Helping others, improving myself, and progressing together are what I should do! As long as my wife is happy." (The last sentence is emphasized.)
Upon hearing this, Hermione's dangerous aura gradually subsided, and a smile returned to her face. She glanced at Draco, her eyes seeming to say, "You're smart to know what's good for you."
Then Hermione said to the other three women, "Alright, conditions met, let's begin!" She picked up her sword first.
Windsor and Evelyn exchanged a glance and then picked up their swords.
"Wow! Four against one! Young master, you're doomed!" Trillian was even more excited; the thought alone thrilled her.
Looking at the four women before him, eager and menacing, Draco sighed helplessly, but a smile played on his lips.
Alright, since his wife wants to play, he'll play along. Draco stretched his wrists and picked up a sword as well.
An unconventional battle between four heroes Lü Bu is about to unfold.
Four against one sounds absurd, yet no one thinks it's unfair. On the contrary, everyone is eager to try. Windsor flexes her wrists, Evelyn rubs her hands together, Trillian curls her lips slightly, and Hermione's eyes gleam with a sly smile.
After all, opportunities to legally beat up Draco are rare.
Draco, on the other hand, had a look on his face that said, "My life is miserable."
During the brief preparation time of putting on protective gear and checking equipment, Hermione, taking advantage of the other three's inattention, sneaked up to Draco, stood on tiptoe, and whispered a warning in his ear:
"No magic allowed! Do you hear me?!"
If Draco cheats with magic
Then the beating would lose its meaning.
"Wife, you've really gone astray. Now you're even teaming up with outsiders to 'bully' your husband." As he spoke, Draco's lips curled into a wicked smile, and he gave her pert buttocks a hard pinch.
"You pervert!" Hermione jumped in fright, two blushes spreading across her cheeks. After spitting out a curse, she quickly escaped Draco's clutches and hurried back to the group of four, pretending nothing had happened.
Draco was satisfied watching Hermione's retreating figure. He happily put on his mask and stepped onto the kendo path.
The two stood still on the kendo tassel.
On one side are four imposing female swordsmen, and on the other side is Draco, who is alone but actually harbors a sharp edge.
The kendo area looked a bit crowded with four people standing on one side, but this only added to the chaotic and interesting atmosphere.
The match officially began. Initially, Draco indeed displayed overwhelming strength thanks to his superior swordsmanship.
Even without magic, his extraordinary reaction speed, precise sense of distance, and exquisite control over his body allowed him to move with ease amidst the attacks of four people.
Moreover, his movements were as nimble as a ghost, always slipping out from the gaps in the encirclement at the last second. Every swing of his sword was perfectly aimed at deflecting the attacking sword tip, and his occasional counterattacks were as fast as lightning, forcing the four women to scramble and panic.
Even while parrying Hermione and Trillian's chaotic and unpredictable thrusts, she still managed to find a moment to instruct Evelyn: "Your wrists are too stiff!"
The four women were beaten so badly they could only parry and had no chance to fight back. However, they outnumbered the women and became more and more coordinated as they fought. Under the four women's attack, they attacked from all directions—front, back, left, right, above their heads, and sides—with a dense barrage of attacks.
Draco, wielding his sword with one hand, managed to parry with barely any effort, his wrist flicking as he deflected force, parried, dodged, and counter-pressed.
One person could still hold their own against an attack from four, but as time went on, the situation began to become chaotic.
The four of them completely disregarded the rules of swordsmanship.
As the saying goes, even a master can be defeated by a novice. When the four opponents stopped paying attention to any rules or tactics and started attacking haphazardly, relying solely on their numerical advantage, Draco was starting to have a headache.
After all, he only had one sword, yet he had to simultaneously deal with attacks from four directions, with different rhythms, and wild, haphazard swings.
Sometimes it's inevitable to neglect one aspect for another.
More importantly, these four people each have their own ulterior motives, and their attacks are becoming increasingly cunning and unpredictable.
Trillian is a reckless fighter; relying on her agility, she specializes in ambushing from the sides and behind, stabbing wildly with her sword tip—it's incredibly annoying.
Windsor and Evelyn are both professional coaches, and their landing points are quite threatening, specifically targeting gaps in Draco's defense.
And Hermione... she also found enjoyment.
Instead of aiming for a decisive blow, he learned from Draco's previous methods, using the tip of his sword to poke, strike, and tease Draco in those insignificant but distracting or ticklish spots.
For example, the inside of the elbow, the side of the waist, and even... the ankle.
"Swoosh!" Draco had just parried Evelyn's swift thrust and dodged Windsor's diagonal slash when he flicked his wrist to deflect Trillian's sword thrust from the side. However, Hermione's sword tip suddenly lightly touched his ankle, causing him to pause in his movements.
"Swoosh!" In that instant of hesitation, Windsor's sword tip seized the opportunity and struck the outside of his thigh.
"Swoosh!" Evelyn's sword tip grazed his arm.
At this point, Draco started to get a little flustered.