Chapter 139 The Training

• Kayla
• The thwack of leather beneath my fist echoed through the training ring in a steady rhythm, matching the tempo of my heart. One, two, one, two… Jab, jab, feint, uppercut. As a final move, I twisted to the right and extended my leg up and to the side, slamming my foot into the center of the training dummy with a brutal kick that would have sent another person sprawling across the ground.
• “Not bad,” Marcus’s voice called from the edge of the ring.