Zander chuckled and said, "Nonsense. How can we stay the same? There have been countless wars in the past five years. Commander and I keep getting stronger on the battlefield. We're far stronger than when you left, of course."
Benji could not help nodding when he heard Zander's words.
Lying on the floor and facing the ceiling, Gary was dizzy as his scalp tingled, and a strong sense of defeat poured out of his heart.
As the head coach of Liamson Security Services, he earned a high salary of more than 20,000 dollars a month. Besides that, he was the champion of the last national martial arts competition, but he could not even last more than one move from the young man named Sean, who was in front of him.
It was so humiliating.
Sean smiled and held out his hand to Gary.
"Get up."
Sean said.
Gary came to his senses, grabbed Sean's hand, and was pulled off the ground.
"Why did I lose to you?" Gary seemingly muttered.
"Because you're fast but not as fast as me. Besides, your moves never changed. Your punch or kick is already fixed as soon as you strike. I already know what you're going to do when you strike. That's why I can handle it easily."
Sean said calmly.
"How... How can I become stronger then?"
Gary asked again, his eyes flickering with hope.
Sean did not answer this time. He only turned around and said to Zander, "We should go. After all, we've bothered Benji for a long time."
"You're right. We should get going."
Zander nodded with a chuckle before walking to Sean's side and heading to the elevator on the second floor with him.
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