Chapter 115

Yara promptly turned toward Frank, appearing hesitant.

If she said no, she would appear to be cowering and would embarrass Vicky in turn.

But if she said yes, there was no telling what Jaud and the other two would do.

On the other hand, Frank remained completely nonchalant–so what if he played along?

“And how would you suggest a spar, Mr. White?” he asked.

Jaud smiled. “Actually, I’m too old to keep up with you young ‘uns… why not spar with my two apprentices instead?”

Frank’s eyes narrowed right then.

The geezer had kept his presence withdrawn, but the composure of his vigor made it obvious he was untold times stronger than his appearance.

He was also maintaining a humble demeanor, making it obvious he has no intention of getting involved himself. Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

So, this was probably just a test.

“Sure.” Frank nodded. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jaud turned toward his two apprentices. “Who’s up first, Marco? Polo?”

At the same time, Yara strode forward. “Mr. Lawrence, I’m fine on my own. I’ll take them both at once.”

Frank did a double take, and he stared at Yara, puzzled–when did she get so cocky?

Marco and Polo were frowning, clearly thinking that Yara was underestimating them.

Jaud chuckled in turn. “The reputation of the governor’s residence is certainly deserved–even a lady like Ms. Quill proves to be so indomitable. Still, aren’t you underestimating my apprentices here?”

I am the governor’s daughter, but Mr. Lawrence instructed me in martial arts, Yara sald bluntly. “If they can’t beat me, there’s no need to spar with Mr. Lawrence had encountered all sorts of characters as she grew up in the governor’s and New very well what laud intended he was testing her and Erank to prepare a move against Vicky.

Naturally, she was not about to let Frank show his hand.

As long as she fought, she could help Frank hide his depth. Winning here would be glorious, just as losing would not mean much–she was fighting two men, and it was nothing to be ashamed about even if word got out.

On the other hand, Jaud became even more wary of Frank after what Yara said.

A kid his age was already instructing others?

Still, he said, “Since you’re that confident, Ms. Quill… Go on, Marco, Polo.”

With those words, Frank and Jaud backed away, giving the three of them the floor. Marco growled, “Don’t go crying when you lose, girl.”

“Save your breath.” Yara snorted in contempt.

Marco and Polo shared a glance and charged toward Yara right then.

Directing her muscles, Yara moved, unleashing her Boltsmacker as she traded blows with Marco and Polo!

Pow!

Pow!

Pow!

Vigor collided thunderously as they traded over ten strikes in no time at all.

And the more they did, the more surprised Marco and Polo became.

What the heck was with the girl’s technique? Not only was her vigor abundant, but her punches were the embodiment of silk and steel–tender yet unyieldingly strong, keeping both men at bay!

Even Jaud was narrowing his eyes, already able to tell that something was unusual.

Yara was clearly using the signature Quill technique, but it was somehow also different, leaving him unsure what technique she was actually using!

Suddenly, Marco seized an opening as he got close, catching Yara by the wrist. Noticing that, Polo bounded forward, aiming a punch squarely at Yara’s facel Yara tried to pull away but was held in place by Marco, Staveling she suddenly bellowed, “Hah!” hing a burst of vigor that charged her palm, she wwung it directly at Marco’s head, leaving him stunned.

If he did not release her, Polo would have killed Yara, but he was definitely dead meat too.

Was she really going to take him down with her here?!

Nonetheless, in the split second that Marco felt the burst of air blowing at his face from Yara’s palm, he soon felt himself backing away as if he was being pulled!