Chapter 166:

Chapter 166:

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[David Lance POV]

[Training begins.]

Soon after I had asked Wioska to train me, and she had accepted, she proceeded to once again seal my powers because, in her words, her training required me to be at my weakest to be effective.

Soon after that, the training started, and within moments I found myself standing in front of Wioska, my clothes torn and my body covered in sweat and blood after a simple spar where I had failed to land a single hit on the old warrior.

"Your fighting skills leave much to be desired," Wioska said, shaking her head as she looked at me with disappointment. "You're too stiff, too slow, too green. But, credit where credit is due. Without Trigon's influence, you can actually be called a warrior, a bad one, but a warrior nonetheless."

I grit my teeth in frustration. Perhaps I would do better if she allowed me to use the ring.

Who am I kidding?

With or without the ring, I would've lost.

My frustration was nothing but the result of the anger inside of me growing with each passing second. Fueled by each hit she landed and the fact that no matter how much I tried or how hard I tried, I couldn't land a single blow on her.

"You equate your lack of power to your circumstances," Wioska said, taking a step towards me as she looked at me with a piercing gaze. "Let me show how stupid that is."

Before I could give her words much thought, a few figures appeared in front of me, figures of people I knew, though only three of them froze me in shock. nove(l)bi(n.)com

Dinah.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you something. Unlike last time, I won't release the seal on your power," Wioska said, not even bothering to look at me as she spoke. "You will have to regain your power and more during this week or die trying. And in case that wasn't clear enough, allow me to clarify, you'll either get stronger, or I will kill you."

Well, that is quite a way to motivate someone.

Very effective, though, that much, I could admit. Because I adamantly refused to die, not while Superman is still alive, I have come too far to fail now.

"Are we clear?" Wioska asked as she continued to walk.

"Crystal," I replied without hesitation.

"Good, you might be disgustingly weak, both of body and mind, but at least you have some resolve in you," Wioska said, giving me a backhanded compliment.

I wonder where the wise-looking Wioska went? When I was possessed by Trigon, or rather under his influence, she behaved differently.

Much differently.

Now, it was almost as if she had done a one-eighty turn. It was almost as if she was trying to get a rise out of me.

Which she hadn't achieved, only because even though my anger was prominent, thanks to the red lantern ring, I was no idiot.

I knew very well she would beat the ever-living crap out of me, with or without the ring.

If for a moment, even a single moment, I felt I could beat her, I was sure without a doubt that I would fully give in to my anger and try to kill her.

However, the gap in our strength was so massive. That even through my ever-growing rage, I could see it was best to avoid confrontation with her.

Though, I had to admit.

Behind all my anger, I was excited to see what I could learn under her.

If I could make just a fraction of her power mine, Superman would stand no chance.