Chapter 107: Start Picking Out a Coffin for Your Disciple

Irene Lidyard followed Ander Yale's instructions to the letter this time. No matter how the fight shifted, she kept looking for one thing, attacking his armpit whenever she could. Miller took her savage kicks to the neck, the chest, the stomach, even the groin, and he still looked fine. Contempt twisted across his face. "Junior Sister Irene," he sneered, "go home and train for another thirty years. Your fists are like the girls at a high-end club. All they do is make people feel good. They don't...