[+30 Pain Points]
He turned around with a roundhouse kick which Claire immediately blocked with her right arm, reciprocating with a uppercut punch with her left arm.
"Pa!"
Vogue slapped her uppercut with the back of his hand, making it go off course, as it pass the side of his head with a whoosh sound.
Simultaneously, his head reared back as he head butted her with force.
"Bang!"
It was too fast for her to dodge as Vogue's forehead collided with her nose.
She staggered three steps backwards as blood pooled down her nose but she didn't seem to care. Her lips was curled up in an even maddening smile, revealing her white teeth stained with blood running from her nose.
Vogue didn't seem to care he was sparring with a lady. His body flashed into seven afterimages as he activated Big Dipper step.
He blurred back into existence right beside her, punching her by the ribs.
"Crack!"
Several ribs instantly cracked as she was blasted sideways.
In the last moment, her right leg moved, stomping to the ground as it negated the force.
Suddenly, an even colder wave of energy blasted out from Claire's body.
Tiny veins could be seen at the corner of her eyes, spreading to her eyebrow and then down her chin.
Her porcelain skin turned even paler and one could even see the veins running underneath her skin.
Suddenly, Claire laughed out loud.
"So this, is Cruel Sun." Her aura immediately surged as her strength doubled in size.
Vogue raised an eyebrow in surprise. This girl didn't learn much even when he taught her stage by stage but she actually learned the Cruel Sun in a battle? Was she a battle genius?
Before he could react, a knee collided against his chin as his body was lifted up the ground.
A cold hand grabbed his right leg and slammed him against the arena floor.
"Bang!"
Claire felt her head spin as a massive force collided against her skull.
Just as she was about to slam Vogue against the ground, at the last minute, Vogue twisted his waist mid air and let out a forceful kick directly to her ear drum.
Claire was instantly disorientated!
Her grip on his leg loosened and he flipped to his feet.
Before Claire could come to, Vogue released a barrage of attacks on her. Fist after fists, kicks after kicks.
Claire tried to warding her ground, keeping her guard up but Vogue would flash to her back, punching her ribs, spine and skull, pummeling her like a punching bag.
Clare didn't beg for mercy, she nor did the maddening smile leave her lips she simply continued holding her guard, trying to find an opportunity to escape the barrage.
It wasn't until she fell unconscious, with her techniques automatically deactivating before Vogue finally left her alone.
Vogue collapsed to the ground, tired and sweating profusely. He knew bearing a lady wasn't the bearing of a gentleman but rhyming it feel so damn good?
Looking at the unconscious Claire, with bruises in her body and blood on her nose and mouth.
Vogue frowned. "She will still pay me, right?"
He carried her and laid her on the sofa in the living space and cleaned the blood from her nose.
Since she knew she was coming to a Training Hall, she should bring some ointment right?
He checked through her stuffs and found mirror, lips gloss, folded up dress, make up kits and comic books.
Just when he was about to give up, he saw a small box in a small compartment of her bag.
When he opened it, he saw 3 lifebean inside.
"Damn! Why wasn't I reincarnated into a wealthy family?"
Vogue muttered but fed Claire one of the Lifebean.
She started breathing properly and her irregular heartbeat evened.
He sat opposite Claire and meditated to clear his mind off distractions.
Ten second later, one of his eyes popped open, as he saw she was still unconscious. He immediately swallowed as his thoughts began to wander.
A helpless girl and a horn—perfect gentleman, alone in a room, what could possibly go wrong?
Ten minutes later, Claire stirred ok the sofa then opened her eyes as she woke up.
"You're finally awake. I was almost sacred I broke you and you might die on me." Vogue cleared his throat and said.
Claire sat up on the sofa, she stared at Vogue with an intense gaze without speaking a word.
Vogue blinked, tilted his head and slowly looked to the back he saw she still wasn't saying anything.
Slightly worried, he asked. "Are you okay?"
Claire continued to stare at him as though she hadn't heard him speak.
Then suddenly, she spoke. "The techniques you used were Human Grade Techniques."
She stated rather than asked.
Vogue slowly nodded his head. "You've reached the ultimate state of the technique."
She said again, making Vogue pause but he ultimately nodded his head.
Claire stared at him for what seem to be an hour, making Vogue slightly uncomfortable.
"Uhm, I think I should leave." Vogue couldn't help but say when he was getting too uncomfortable for the stare.
Claire shook her head. "Sorry about that. I didn't expect you had been holding back ever since we've been battling."
She sighed but then smiled fiercely. "It's nice to have fought with someone stronger for a change."
Vogue's brows furrowed. "There are seven people still stronger than you in our class alone."
Claire immediately chuckled attractively. "Those ones? Only the top 3 are genuine geniuses. The rest only possess strength, not combat IQ."
She then stood up and stretched her muscles. "Thanks for feeding me the Lifebean though."
Vogue scratched his head and apologized. "Sorry I went through your things though."
Claire waved a dismissive hand, turning to grab a clean towel from a nearby hanger. She dabbed gently at her almost bloody nose. "
"It's no problem. We are not strangers in the first place."
Then as always, she grabbed the hem of her sports bra and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her escaped breasts, bounced like balloons as they moved free from their prison.