Getting spoiled in a woman dominating world Chapter 54 54: New Master? [4]

Brandon hurriedly walked through the Academy hall as he felt Eira's skill engraving in his mind.

'Good...'

Arena Six was one of the private combat chambers in the Academy's lower levels.

Unlike the regular training grounds, these arenas were built for high-level duels... reinforced walls, automated ether suppression fields, and dical wards built in for aftercare.

The air grew cooler as he descended the spiral staircase leading to the underground training halls.

Brandon reached the entrance of Arena Six and paused for a mont, placing a hand on the cold tal door.

'Seems like she wants to gauge my full strength... But what is she expecting from an E rank awakener.'

Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

The mont he stepped inside, his gaze was imdiately drawn to Naevora.

The massive chamber was built to withstand high-tier combat, its ceiling stretching high above with reinforced beams and intricate etheric engravings glowing faintly along the walls.

Naevora is wearing only a form-fitting sports bra, emphasizing the sculpted definition of her muscles.

Looking at him, she smiled "You are here... Brandon."

Brandon again took a good look at her body and was amazed 'She has great muscles and thighs...'

With a sigh, Brandon removed his blazer and put it on the shelf there.

He rolled up his sleeves and glanced at her "I don't know what you are expecting from . I have only taken so self-defense courses."

With a giggle, she shrugged "It's okay, I just want to see what level you are on so I can further train you."

"Watching your fight is different than actually fighting you."

Brandon gave a nod and took a fighting stance "Makes sense..."

Without hesitation, he lunged forward.

His right foot pushed off the ground and with a burst of speed, he closed the distance in an instant as he drove a sharp jab toward her face.

She barely moved.

With a simple tilt of her head, Naevora avoided the strike entirely.

The air parted as his fist sailed past her cheek, but before he could even retract his arm, she casually lifted her left hand and tapped the back of his wrist.

It was a seemingly harmless touch, but the force behind it disrupted his montum just enough to throw him off-balance.

He pivoted on his left foot, twisting his hips as he sent a sharp elbow strike toward her ribs.

The mont his body shifted, Naevora's eyes flickered with amusent.

*Thump*

She lifted her forearm, eting his elbow, and the impact reverberated through his arm, but Naevora didn't even flinch.

"Too predictable..." she mused.

Brandon didn't let up.

The instant his elbow was blocked, he snapped his leg up, aiming a knee strike toward her abdon.

Smack!

Naevora's hand shot out, catching his knee with one palm.

With a smile, Naevora pushed his knee back, forcing him to stagger slightly.

But he wasn't done yet.

Using the montum from her push, he twisted his body mid-step, shifting into a spinning roundhouse kick aid directly at her ribs.

His muscles coiled tightly as his leg sliced through the air with speed—

But then, she again caught it.

Naevora's right hand clamped onto his ankle and stopped his kick.

"Not bad..." she said, tilting her head.

"But not good enough."

Before he could even attempt to pull back, she yanked his leg forward, completely pushing him off balance.

'Shit...'

Brandon twisted midair, trying to regain control, but—

BAM!

He hit the ground hard, and the impact reverberated through his back.

Naevora crouched next to him, resting her elbow on her knee as she gazed down at him with an amused smile.

"You done already?"

Brandon groaned internally "Can you shut up?"

Naevora chuckled, standing back to her full height "That was a good attempt. You've got good instincts, and your execution isn't bad."

"But you are relying too much on instincts..."

He quickly stood and took his position as he charged at her again.

This ti, he feinted with a quick jab toward her face, but the real attack ca from below as his other fist drove up toward her abdon.

Naevora's smile widened and she saw through it instantly.

Her left hand caught his first jab mid-air and her fingers curled around his wrist before he could even retract it.

Then, just as his second punch was about to connect-

*thunk*

She twisted her body slightly, angling her hip just enough to deflect his strike with a subtle motion.

The force of his own punch ended up throwing him off-balance and his weight shifted forward.

In the sa motion, she pulled his wrist forward while pivoting on her foot, using his own montum against him.

Before Brandon could react—

BAM!

She slamd him onto the ground again.

The breath was knocked from his lungs as he landed hard and his back smacked against the combat platform.

He lay there for a second, his chest rising and falling as he processed what had just happened.

"Are you bullying ?"

Naevora couldn't help but chuckle "Oh, co on.. how could I bully you? Get up."

Brandon exhaled softly and again stood up, looking at Naevora.

He closed his eyes for a mont to feel the ether in his body and a warmth began to spread through his body, starting from his core and rapidly expanding outward.

He felt his body getting lighter and stronger and even the pain on his back had dulled 'It is the sa as that day in training...'

'Using ether to reinforce my body.'

Seeing this, Naevora's eyes glead in interest "Now, that's how I like it..."

Brandon didn't waste another second and shot forward as his enhanced speed propelled him toward her.

He threw a punch, but instead of being sluggish like before, his fist cut through the air like a bullet.

Naevora raised her forearm to block, and her gaze flickered in amusent. 'The power behind his punch has increased... good ether manipulation.'

'It hasn't even been a week since he awakened, and he is already doing good... I think he belongs in that category.'

'A prodigy...'

Brandon didn't stop and the mont his punch was deflected, he pivoted sharply, twisting into a high-speed kick aid at her ribs.

The air humd as his leg swung forward... but Naevora was still faster.

*smack*

She intercepted his leg mid-strike with her palm and gripped his ankle tightly.

Naevora nodded her head "You're getting better. But still—"

She yanked him forward, throwing him off-balance...

But this ti, Brandon was ready.

A deep blue glow erupted beneath their feet as an intricate square rune materialized...

Gravity Vortex.

The rune pulsed, and imdiately, the air around them thickened.

Naevora's eyes narrowed 'This is the skill he used in training...'

Using the slight delay to his advantage, he twisted his torso midair, breaking free from her grip and slamming his other foot toward her shoulder.

But Naevora easily caught it and twisted his body.

She hamred her elbow into his back, sending him crashing to the ground face-first.

Lying on the ground, he looked up at Naevora, who just smiled and stomped her foot on the rune, easily breaking it.

She walked to him and sat beside him on the floor.

Taking the opportunity, Brandon moved and placed his head on her thighs, gently lying on her lap.

Seeing this, Naevora's eyes narrowed slightly "...What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Brandon, still lying there, turned his head slightly and looked up at her "Getting comfortable," he replied casually.

"You kinda owe after throwing around like a ragdoll."

Naevora clicked her tongue but didn't shove him off.

Instead, she just let out an exasperated sigh and rested her arm against her knee again.

"If you can still talk like that, I didn't hit you hard enough..."

Brandon chuckled but winced slightly at the movent "Trust , you definitely hit hard enough."

As he settled further, his gaze unintentionally drifted downward, and he found himself with a very close-up view of Naevora's abdon.

The ridges of her toned abs were clearly defined, and her skin lightly glistened from exertion. Even her belly button looks hot.

Brandon blinked 'Damn... her physique is insane.'

His eyes trailed up to et hers, only to find that Naevora was already watching him.

"Like what you see, boy?"

Brandon coughed, quickly averting his gaze "I was just... admiring the dedication to training."

She raised an eyebrow "Right..."

She let the mont linger before she reached down and lightly flicked his forehead, just enough to make him flinch.

"Ow..."

Rubbing his forehead, he looked up at her "So, what do you think?"