fantishu
Chapter 1244
"If you won't acknowledge me, I'll train until you do!" Flora declared, her voice ringing with audacity.
Everyone at the training ground paused, stunned by her boldness. She exuded a powerful aura that made even the bravest among them hesitate. It was an instinctive respect and submission that seemed to well up from deep within their hearts. But then they remembered she was just a woman from the Mortal World. How could this be? How could they be intimidated by someone who didn't know the first thing about ancient martial arts?
Rory's heart skipped a beat, but the thought of Flora's origins made his expression sour. Talk was cheap. What was the use of aura without real skill? Without genuine ability, you were nothing. Could Flora really stand up to their challenge?
Connor stood by Flora, momentarily caught off guard by the brilliance in her eyes. His Flora... always strong, always confident, no matter where she was. She shone so brightly, it was impossible to look away. If she wanted to take on a challenge, he would let her. "Anyone up for challenging Flora? Step right up," Connor announced.
Despite his invitation, hesitation lingered. Flora seemed so delicate that even a slight misstep might break her. How could they challenge her when she was the boss's cherished one? Hurting her would only bring trouble upon themselves.
Rory, unable to hold back, asked, "Boss, what if we accidentally hurt her?"
Connor chuckled, his laughter as gentle as spring thawing the snow: "That won't happen."
"You're not asking us to hold back, are you?" Rory frowned, puzzled.
"You misunderstood," Connor replied, his voice low and captivating. "What I meant was, you're not even qualified to injure her. You can't beat her."
The men at the training ground
bristled at the words. Could they really not defeat Flora, a mere girl? They were seasoned fighters, trained for years. How could they possibly lose to her?
"Boss, you said it!" Rory's competitive spirit flared up. "If we end up hurting her, don't blame us."
"Alright, lady," Rory said, taking off his shirt in his typical fashion, ready to prove himself. "What do you want to compete in?"
Connor's voice cut through, cold and commanding, "Put your shirt back on!"
Startled, Rory quickly obeyed. They were just used to training shirtless...
Flora laughed softly. Her Connor was indeed a jealous one! She
looked at Rory with a laid-back
demeanor and said, "I won't taken et
advantage of you. Whatever you're
best at, we'll compete in that
Rory frowned, eyeing her slender frame. How could she make such a bold claim? He was at a loss for what to choose, worried he might truly hurt her.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.
"How about a shooting contest?"
Rory proposed, gesturing to the shooting range nearby. Shooting was safe enough—at least Flora wouldn't get hurt unless she mishandled the gun.
Flora shrugged, unfazed. After all-