CH75 Dragon Kumite
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Alex gazed lovingly or rather sadistically at the training dummy that had endured countless hours of brutal abuse after his lessons under Merlin's tutelage.
The dummy's torso was riddled with scars from all manner of techniques and attacks. The only part still mostly intact was its head. Alex had always avoided hitting that part—not out of sentimentality, but because damaging it would mean buying a whole new dummy.
Fortunately, it was finally time to put the battered thing out of its misery.
He rolled it aside and brought out a fresh replacement, one he had prepared long ago.
With a breath, Alex took a simple stance before the new dummy—feet shoulder-width apart, hands raised at chest level. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, almost like he was hypnotising himself.
Merlin's voice echoed through his mind.
The Art of Killing class had taught him many ways to kill—and more importantly, the many ways he could be killed.
