Xia Xi had been reminding and guiding throughout the entire process, yet even so, Zhao Dale still couldn't withstand her attacks.
There was no sense of confrontation, so naturally, there was no fun in it.
Three minutes passed very quickly.
Zhao Dale was almost slumped on the ground, sweating all over, and said, "Teacher... you're too strong..."
This is what's called a disparity.
The gap between them was really too big, it's practically worlds apart.
Since Zhao Dale joined the Taekwondo Club, besides training, he occasionally participated in friendly matches, but... he's never met a teacher like this.
Could it be...
This is what's called a strong person.
The difference in skill with a truly powerful master is too great.
Xia Xi didn't have any reaction to them, it was like a college student fighting an elementary student; either way, it's bullying someone, and there's no sense of achievement in it.
Xia Xi crossed her arms and said, "Next."
Next...
Next my foot.
