Wu Heng flipped his wrist, and the tail end of the spear accurately struck her wrist.
"Ah!" Silvien cried out in pain and loosened her grip, and the short blade fell to the ground.
"Want to go again?" Wu Heng stood still, his breath steady.
"No, no more...!" Silvien sat paralyzed on the ground, her green hair soaked with sweat, clinging to her flushed cheeks.
Ailuria also rested her hands on her knees, gasping heavily, her chest heaving more violently than during the battle.
Wu Heng smiled, put away his weapon into the Space Ring, "You two are great. Once you become heroes, with inexhaustible energy, you might be able to overpower me."
"Master, who did you learn melee combat from?" Ailuria asked curiously.
Silvien chimed in, "You're a Mage, reaching this level of melee combat is almost cheating!"
Wu Heng rubbed the heads of the two, "Take your time, the gap between heroes and regular professionals is like a chasm, just cross it."
