41 41. Future General

"Huff Huff!" Liz panted heavily as she dropped to one knee. Her clothes were ragged and her body was covered in bruises. 

She never expected to win against Rebekah but she at the very least expected to give her a good chase.

But it turned out that the reality is indeed often disappointing.

In front of absolute power, she could do nothing but yield in the end.

…No! She can't give up! She can't be a disappointment to her mother!

With shaking legs supporting her body, she got herself to stand.

In front of her was the flaxen-haired girl who bears the family name of Willburn.

"Why don't you just stay down?" Rebekah asked with an arched eyebrow. "Are you a masochist?"

Karma, who was judging the match from the sidelines, couldn't help but shake her head.

Rebekah had many chances to end this match but she chose not to. From the looks of it, she was enjoying the miserable state of her opponent.