Abigail was an extremely talented martial artist.
Compared to regular martial artists, she only needed to practice for one day to achieve what others needed a year for. Furthermore, with Dustin’s guidance, there has been huge growth in her skills.
She used to struggle against ten opponents, but now, she could take them on easily.
“Duh. Don’t you know who I am?” Abigail lifted her chin smugly.
For some reason, she woke up feeling extra strong this morning, as though she had endless bursts of energy.
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