Polaris and Stella Nash had been fighting for hours. By the end, Stella could barely lift her dagger.
Polaris couldn't take another step back either.
Both collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.
Polaris glanced at Stella and couldn't help complaining, "Are you really a woman? You're so fierce!"
Stella shot him a glare. If she had the strength, she would've shown this jerk exactly what kind of woman she was!
Hmph! Shameless!
All you ever do is dodge!
If you've got guts, face me head-on!
Polaris saw the fierce look in Stella's eyes and suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed so hard he started crying. "Stella, we've been fighting for years, and it's always a draw. Are you really not convinced? How about this—since you have a disciple and I have a disciple, let's have them compete in the future and see whose is better!"
"Fine! Who's afraid of who?" Stella snapped. "The disciple I train will never let me down!"
Polaris didn't reply. He turned to look at the starry sky above and suddenly said, "I still remember my first day at Hans's Base. The sky was just as beautiful."
He was old enough to remember everything by then.
He recalled a rebellious girl standing beside him, cold and ignoring everyone.
He thought she was interesting.
Unfortunately, before he could greet that fierce little girl, training had already started.
That training was hell.
He was so exhausted that he eventually forgot all about greeting her. Every day, he was teetering on the edge of life and death.
One day, he got sick, but still had to train.
Yeah, even if they were sick, as long as they could get out of bed, they had to train.
Because of his fever, he got dizzy and nearly fell into a thorn-filled trench.