Lucas remained on the ground for several seconds.

His chest rose and fell heavily. Every muscle in his body ached. His shoulders hurt. Even his pride was hurt.

Bianca stood nearby with her arms folded, looking completely fine.

Not a single strand of hair was out of place.

Lucas stared at the ceiling of the garage and suddenly felt like life was unfair.

A few moments later, he grabbed Bianca’s outstretched hand and pulled himself back to his feet. His legs were slightly unsteady.

Not because he was seriously injured.

Because he had just been thoroughly beaten.

And the person who did it was a woman. A very beautiful woman.

Which somehow made it worse.

Lucas couldn’t help cursing himself internally. Originally, he had entered this fight wanting to teach Bianca a lesson. He wanted to shut her up and make her stop acting superior.

Instead, he had become the one receiving the lesson.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

Then another thought appeared. His expression darkened immediately.

"Stupid system..." Lucas muttered inwardly.

"What exactly have you been upgrading?"

"How am I still getting beaten up like this?"

Unfortunately, the System remained as silent as ever. Not even a notification appeared.

Lucas felt even more wronged.

Meanwhile, Bianca was quietly observing him. The longer she looked, the stranger her expression became.

Finally, she spoke.

"You adapt very quickly."

Lucas glanced at her.

Bianca continued calmly. "Your fundamentals are terrible. You have almost no proper combat techniques. You rely too much on instinct and physical ability."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"But your ability to learn during a fight is ridiculous."

Lucas blinked. For once, it sounded like a compliment.

Then Bianca ruined it.

"So I’ve decided."

Lucas suddenly had a bad feeling.

"I’ll train you."

The garage became silent. Lucas froze. His brain stopped working for a full two seconds.

Then he pointed at himself.

"...Me?"

Bianca nodded. "You." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Lucas looked around. Then pointed at himself again.

"You’re going to train me?"

"Yes."

Lucas almost vomited blood. What kind of joke was this? He, Lucas Gray, a billionaire and the owner of the Infinite Rebate System, and this woman wanted to train him?

The more he thought about it, the more outrageous it sounded. Most importantly, he had never even considered Bianca as a teacher.

In his plans, Bianca belonged to an entirely different category. A very different category.

The thought of suddenly becoming her student made him feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

"No." Lucas immediately shook his head. "I’m fine."

Bianca didn’t even hesitate. "No, you’re not."

Lucas’s eyebrow twitched. "Actually, I am."

"No."

"I’m perfectly healthy."

"No."

"I can still fight."

"No."

Lucas felt like punching something.

Bianca continued mercilessly. "Pride is usually the first step toward a man’s downfall."

Lucas almost choked.

Then Bianca added another sentence. "You shouldn’t be embarrassed because a woman is stronger than you."

Her tone sounded calm. Concerned even. But Lucas could clearly hear the mockery hidden underneath.

The woman was absolutely enjoying this. His eye twitched again.

"You seem very happy."

Bianca smiled slightly.

"Not at all."

That smile only made Lucas angrier. At that moment, a familiar voice sounded from the garage entrance.

"She’s right."

Both of them turned. Xavier slowly walked inside. Apparently, he had been watching for quite some time.

Lucas immediately felt even more embarrassed.

"You were watching?"

Xavier nodded.

"The whole time."

Lucas wanted to disappear. Immediately. Preferably into another country.

Xavier ignored his expression and looked toward Bianca, then back at Lucas.

"Your talent is excellent. But talent alone isn’t enough. You lack experience. You lack technique. You lack understanding."

Lucas couldn’t argue because after that fight, he knew Xavier was correct.

Blake and Jade had already been difficult opponents. Bianca had shown him the gap between having strength and knowing how to use it.

Xavier spoke again.

"Let her train you."

Lucas sighed.

"I don’t really have a choice, do I?"

"No."

Xavier answered immediately. The response was so fast that Lucas almost laughed.

Traitor.

A few minutes ago Xavier had been supporting him. Now he had completely switched sides.

Bianca looked extremely satisfied, which only made Lucas feel worse.

After a long silence, he finally exhaled. Deeply. Slowly.

Then nodded.

"Fine."

The word felt painful. Very painful.

Bianca’s smile widened slightly. For some reason, that annoyed him even more than losing the fight.

Lucas pointed at her. "Don’t get too excited. I’m only agreeing because Xavier asked."

"Sure."

"I’m serious."

"Of course."

"You don’t believe me."

"Nope."

Lucas immediately regretted every decision that had brought him to this garage, especially agreeing to fight her.

If he had simply stayed upstairs, none of this would have happened. No humiliation. No defeat. No teacher.

Unfortunately, life didn’t work that way.

After complaining internally for another minute, Lucas finally accepted reality. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, then looked at Bianca with a resigned expression.

"Alright. If you’re going to torture me anyway..."

He took a deep breath.

"Where do we start?"

Then Lucas reluctantly followed Bianca deeper into the garage. The underground space was enormous. Bright white lights illuminated every corner, and the polished concrete floor reflected their shadows.

Lucas rubbed his sore shoulder and cursed himself internally. A few minutes ago he had imagined teaching Bianca a lesson. Now he could still feel where she had kicked him into the floor. What kind of monster was this woman?

Bianca stopped near the center of the garage and turned around.

"You lost because you don’t know how to fight."

"I know how to fight."

"You know how to punch."

"That’s not the same thing."

Lucas felt personally attacked.

Nearby, Xavier sat calmly in a chair watching everything unfold. The old fox looked completely entertained.

Traitor.

Lucas sighed.

"Fine."

Bianca slowly walked forward. This time her expression wasn’t mocking. It was serious. Professional.

"Attack me."

Lucas rushed forward. The moment he threw a punch, Bianca moved half a step. Only half.

His fist missed completely.

At the same time she lightly pushed his shoulder. Lucas stumbled three steps forward. He froze.

She hadn’t even used force.

Bianca folded her arms.

"You see?"

Lucas frowned.

"See what?"

"You committed your entire balance into one punch. If I were your enemy, you would already be dead."

Lucas wanted to argue. Unfortunately, she was right. Again.

For the next twenty minutes, the garage echoed with repeated impacts. Every time Lucas attacked, Bianca corrected him. Every time he made a mistake, she explained it immediately.

Not with long speeches. Simple. Direct.

"Too slow."

"Your weight is wrong."

"You’re looking at my hands."

"Watch my shoulders."

"Again."

Sweat gradually soaked Lucas’s shirt. What surprised him most was that Bianca wasn’t humiliating him. She wasn’t showing off. She genuinely wanted him to improve.

Whenever he made progress, even slightly, she noticed.

"Better."

"That was correct."

"Do it again."

The compliments were rare, but somehow they made him work harder.

Another hour passed. Lucas’s breathing grew heavier. His muscles burned.

Yet something strange was happening.

He was learning. Fast.

Movements that felt awkward thirty minutes ago now felt natural. Even Bianca noticed.

A brief look of surprise flashed across her face.

"You adapt quickly."

Lucas grinned.

"Natural talent."

Bianca immediately kicked his leg out from under him.

Thud.

Lucas hit the floor.

"Arrogance."

"Never mind."

The grin disappeared. Nearby, Xavier laughed openly.

Lucas considered disowning both of them.

As training continued, Lucas discovered another problem. A very serious problem.

Bianca.

More specifically, trying not to look at Bianca.

Every movement she made was precise. Controlled. Powerful.

When she demonstrated a kick, her long legs cut through the air with frightening speed. When she pivoted her body, every motion flowed naturally.

At one point she turned to demonstrate footwork. Lucas’s eyes instinctively followed.

Unfortunately, his eyes went to her figure.

Bianca suddenly stopped.

Without turning around, she spoke calmly.

"What are you looking at?"

Lucas almost had a heart attack.

"Nothing."

Bianca slowly looked over her shoulder.

"...Nothing?"

Lucas immediately looked at the ceiling.

Bianca stared at him for three seconds. Then continued walking.

Lucas thought he survived.

Until he heard Xavier coughing behind him.

The old man wasn’t coughing.

He was laughing.

The training became increasingly intense. Bianca began teaching him defensive movements, how to conserve energy, how to read opponents, and how to identify attacks before they happened.

For the first time, Lucas realized how inexperienced he truly was.

His previous victories had relied mostly on physical advantages. Strength. Speed. Endurance.

But Bianca fought differently.

Everything had purpose. Nothing was wasted.

A single step. A slight turn. The smallest movement.

Every action created an advantage.

It was beautiful to watch.

Terrifying too.

Several times Lucas thought he finally landed a clean hit, only for Bianca to redirect him effortlessly.

Once she trapped his arm. Another time she used his own momentum against him.

Twice she threw him onto the floor.

The second time he didn’t even understand how.

By evening, Lucas looked exhausted.

Bianca looked completely normal. Not even sweating.

Lucas sat on the floor. His shirt was drenched. His legs felt like jelly.

As the hours passed, Bianca gradually stopped treating him like a troublesome child. She began correcting smaller details, adjusting his stance herself, pushing his shoulders into position, and showing him exactly where his weight should be.

Each correction was practical. Efficient.

Yet strangely patient.

Eventually Lucas noticed it.

"You’re taking this seriously."

Bianca paused.

Then nodded.

"Of course."

"Why?"

Her answer came immediately.

"Because if the Vayne Clan comes, you’ll need it."

The joking atmosphere disappeared.

Lucas became quiet.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Then Bianca looked directly at him.

"The people you fought before? Blake and Jade?"

Lucas nodded.

"They weren’t the strongest."

The garage suddenly felt colder.