The Way of the Stick (2) (Taiga)

She outmatched him in every way.

Speed.

Strength.

Dexterity.

Cultivation.

The CEO's gaze flickered to the right for one moment, and she read it instantly. "Did you want to pierce Taiga with that? You won't get it from Taiga, but you can try." The tigress spirit knew that this training session was escalating to an actual fight, but she didn't care about it at all.

She would not give it to him.

Taiga was no kind teacher.

This man could only use his head to help him survive, and soon she watched him promptly dart towards the left, clutching the stick in his hands. Sweat beaded on his forehead. His agility would fail him. If the man wanted the dagger, then his speed would fail him. One of the few options he had—

He headed right at her in a frontal attack.

A brave man.

Or a foolish one.