The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 489

It had to be said—Leilani was the most talented student Payton had seen in years. More importantly, she possessed not just raw talent, but also immense patience and a cool head. Combining these traits, she had grasped the fundamentals of his life's work in just one week.

As a teacher, Payton couldn't help but feel a swell of pride seeing his student progress so safely and swiftly. During this time, he finally understood why Paulina had broken her rules to take Leilani as an apprentice.

Leilani stood in the center of the courtyard, unaware of Payton’s thoughts. Over the past few days, she had developed a routine: wake up, go to the back courtyard, and fight.

Three days of sparring with Abel had allowed her to master the basic patterns of the Filament Fist technique. She could now trade blows with him comfortably, perhaps even with ease.

But Leilani felt she still had room to grow. She hadn't yet fully expressed the techniques Payton had described. After all, Abel had only learned a fraction of Payton’s skills. He couldn't force her to use the true killing moves.

Suddenly, Payton finished his instructions to Abel. With a flick of his wrist, the plum branch cut a sharp arc through the air, emitting a high-pitched “thwack.”

Leilani instinctively tilted her head to dodge, looking over.

Payton was "looking" in her direction. "From today on," he said calmly, "Abel is dismissed. I will teach you personally."

His voice was calm, but Leilani felt the muscles in her back tighten. Payton lived up to his reputation as a former top-three operative of the underworld. While Abel was strong enough to handle a group of ordinary men, compared to a true master, he lacked the killing intent and sharp precision honed by real combat.

When Payton attacked, Leilani suffered immediately. She had assumed his movements would be limited by his blindness and disability. Afraid of hurting him, she held back. She didn't expect the plum branch to arrive before she could even track its trajectory.

“Thwack!”

The branch whipped her wrist like a viper, leaving an instant red welt.

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