Chapter 86: Lovers Fight?

Amon and Seraphina stood several meters apart in the middle of the training room.

The soft expressions on their faces remained, but both of them had already shifted their bodies into fighting stances.

Seraphina tilted her head slightly. "Ready to lose?"

Amon smiled as he lowered his center of gravity. "You seem awfully confident for someone who’s about to spend a week at the bottom."

Seraphina laughed softly. "We’ll see about that."

The moment she finished speaking, she moved.

A thin layer of frost spread beneath her feet as she pushed off the ground, allowing her body to glide forward with surprising speed.

Amon’s eyes got crystal clear as he watched her approach. ’She’s faster than I expected.’

Seraphina threw a straight punch toward his chest.

Amon shifted his body to the side, allowing her fist to pass beside him, and immediately reached for her wrist.

Seraphina anticipated the movement.

She twisted her arm, slipped out of his grip, and used the momentum to spin around before throwing a kick toward his ribs.

Amon raised his forearm and the impact made him slide backward several meters.

He looked down at his arm. "That actually hurt."

Seraphina’s smile became wider. "Good. I was worried you would get too arrogant."

Amon pushed himself forward again.

This time, he didn’t give her an opportunity to prepare.

He closed the distance and threw a combination of punches, each one aimed carefully at her shoulders, stomach, and sides rather than anything that could seriously injure her.

Seraphina blocked the first and She slipped beneath the second.

The third nearly caught her, but she created a small ice barrier between them at the last moment.

Amon’s fist smashed through it.

The barrier shattered into sparkling fragments, and Seraphina used the brief opening to jump backward.

She landed lightly before raising both hands as several thin ice spears appeared around her.

The spears shot forward and Amon immediately activated Spatial Steps.

His body disappeared from their path and reappeared several meters to the side.

The ice spears struck the floor behind him, sending fragments skidding across the training room.

Seraphina didn’t even wait for them to finish when Amon rushed in.

Amon feinted left, then used Spatial Steps to appear behind her.

Seraphina sensed the shift in mana and dropped low, sweeping her leg.

He hopped over it, but she rose with him, pressing close and trying to lock his arm.

For a moment their bodies were flush against each other.

Her soft chest against his, her thigh sliding between his legs.

The contact lasted only a heartbeat before Amon twisted free and pushed her back with a controlled burst of force.

"Getting handsy already?" She teased, with her cheeks faintly flushed.

"You’re the one who closed the distance."

She raised her hand and the ice beneath Amon suddenly began cracking.

Amon fell through the cloud of ice fragments, but instead of panicking, he activated Spatial Steps and disappeared before reaching the a metre away.

He reappeared behind Seraphina again

She sensed him at the last moment and turned around.

Amon’s palm stopped just short of her face and Seraphina’s fist also stopped against his chest.

Even though Seraphina was a higher level than him and was holding back she was still suprised at his strength and battle iq.

"That was close," Seraphina said.

"Very close."

They stepped away from each other and immediately tried to sneak attack.

Seraphina answered by launching three ice needles in quick succession.

Amon deflected two with short bursts of frost of his own and let the third skim past his ribs.

He stepped in again, caught her wrist, and spun her around so her back pressed against his chest.

One of his arms locked across her middle, hand resting just under her sports bra.

Seraphina leaned her head back against his shoulder for a second, deliberately arching into the hold.

She stomped on his foot and slipped free.

Seraphina suddenly raised both hands and A thick layer of frost began spreading over her arms.

Amon recognized the movement immediately. ’She’s increasing her output.’

The temperature inside the training room dropped noticeably.

Amon’s expression became more serious. "You’re really going all out."

"I’m still holding back." She smiled.

"Are you?" Amon laughed before taking a breath. "Fuck it."

Seraphina immediately rushed in and followed with a kick.

Amon blocked it, but she used the contact to create an ice platform beneath her foot and changed her angle in midair.

Her second kick came from the side and Amon ducked beneath it.

He grabbed her waist and attempted to throw her.

Seraphina reacted quickly by creating a layer of ice between them.

Amon’s grip slipped and She landed several meters away and giggled. Amon rushed toward her again.

The two exchanged attacks rapidly, moving across the training room as their abilities collided.

Seraphina’s fighting style was aggressive and fluid, with her ice magic constantly changing the terrain around them.

Amon, meanwhile, relied heavily on his movement and adaptability.

Whenever Seraphina created an obstacle, he found another route around it.

Whenever Amon used Spatial Steps, she tried to predict where he would appear next.

Neither of them seemed particularly interested in actually winning quickly.

They were enjoying the challenge.

At one point, Amon deliberately allowed himself to be pushed backward by one of Seraphina’s attacks just so he could use the momentum to jump over her.

Seraphina looked over her shoulder. "You did that on purpose."

Seraphina’s smile softened for half a second before she immediately attacked again.

Amon laughed as he blocked her strike and their fight continued for several more minutes.

By then, both of them were breathing noticeably harder, and sweat had begun forming on their faces.

The floor was covered with small patches of frost, while several training dummies had been knocked over during their movements.

Amon wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Should we call it a draw?"

Seraphina shook her head. "Absolutely not."

"You’re stubborn."

Amon disappeared with Spatial Steps.

Seraphina immediately turned toward the place she expected him to appear.

Amon reappeared above her and she raised an ice barrier.

His fist struck it and barrier cracked, like a scattered glass it broke apart.

Seraphina pushed her hand forward, sending a burst of frost toward him.

Amon twisted aside and he landed behind her and reached for her shoulder.

She quickly slipped back and Amon landed steadily on his feet.

Seraphina stumbled as soon as she stood.

She took another step before suddenly grabbing her side. "Aah..."

Amon’s smile disappeared immediately. "Seraphina?"

She lowered her head and remained completely still.

Amon’s expression became concerned. "Are you hurt?"

She didn’t answer and Amon immediately walked toward her, completely forgetting about the spar.

"Where did I hit you?"

As he got close enough to reach her, Seraphina suddenly looked up.

A mischievous smile appeared on her face.

Before he even understand, Seraphina lunged forward and wrapped both arms around his neck.

Her legs quickly locked around his waist, forcing him to catch her so that neither of them would fall.

Amon stared at her in disbelief. "Did you seriously fake being injured?"

Seraphina laughed before leaning closer and kissing him.

When she pulled back, she smiled triumphantly. "I won’t let go unless you give up."

Amon couldn’t help chuckling at her ridiculous tactic. "You think you can stop me from winning by offering me a good time?"

Before he could react she kissed him, deep and unhurried, her tongue sliding against his.

When she finally pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was soft and smug.

Amon shook his head. "You really are shameless."

"And you’re still holding me."

Seraphina tightened her legs and kissed him again, slower this time, clearly enjoying the way their bodies fit together.

Before Amon could answer, his phone suddenly began ringing. The sound echoed through the enormous training room.

Amon sighed and carefully adjusted his grip before picking Seraphina up properly. "Hold on, I need to get that."

Seraphina remained in his arms as he walked toward their bags.

Amon carried her a few steps toward his bag without putting her down, one arm still under her ass, and fished the phone out with his free hand.

His expression changed the moment he saw the caller. The playful expression disappeared from his face.

The name displayed on the screen was enough to make him pause.

Felicia.

Amon stared at the phone for several seconds before looking toward Seraphina.

He slowly accepted it. "Hello?"

Felicia’s voice came through the phone. "Amon, come out."