Chapter 11: Are You Asking Me to Spy, Mr. Mills?

Chapter 11: Are You Asking Me to Spy, Mr. Mills?

Isabella was left in shock, her mind reeling from a complete misunderstanding of the situation.

Yet, Wendy, spotting Isabella, rushed over without a hint of the turmoil, asking with a touch of surprise and shyness, "Isabella, what brings you here?"

Her tone, though timid, couldn't mask the thrill of the encounter.

Pulled back to the moment by Wendy's query, Isabella clumsily explained, "I-I came to return your clothes. Thanks for what you did this morning."

Wendy seemed unbothered by the awkwardness of the response, her admiration for the renowned genius Isabella unabated.

Meanwhile, Isabella found herself distracted, her gaze frequently drifting to the door of the Omni-Class.

It wasn't long before Alex, wrapping up his session, exited the classroom. Upon noticing Wendy and Isabella, Alex briefly advised them against neglecting their practice before heading to his office.

Watching him leave, Isabella felt a wave of relief wash over her, her earlier concerns seemingly unfounded.

Alex, in his neat appearance and steady demeanor, hardly seemed the type to be involved in any wrongdoing.

The pair, accustomed to practicing together after classes, made their way to the training room. Once there, Wendy settled into her usual meditation spot, while Isabella approached her familiar training dummy.

Unbeknownst to them, their entrance had been clearly observed by Oscar from his office, sparking curiosity and a scheming smirk.

Oscar's eyes narrowed, caught off guard. Wendy's training was going smoothly? Impossible. Was she not the student with two years of stagnant progress?

Keeping his thoughts to himself, he acted as if he hadn't picked up on the slip, nodding in apparent agreement. "Perhaps I'm just being overly concerned. You should head back, rest up. Health first, after all."

Isabella didn't give it another thought, heading back to her solitary practice in the training room.

Meanwhile, Oscar stealthily circled back, watching Wendy's training from afar. After an hour, his demeanor darkened. "She's practicing an inner sect technique? But given her lackluster aptitude, how can she sustain such prolonged, intense training? Did Alex impart some advanced technique to her? Unlikely..."

Given Alex's ordinary student status just two years ago and his continued presence at the school, it seemed improbable. Yet, in their merciless world, the unexpected was to be expected.

The more Oscar pondered, the more his unease grew. Attempting to console himself, he whispered, "Regardless, even if Wendy has indeed had a breakthrough, so what? We have Isabella in our class! Alex Watson's efforts are doomed to fail against ours!"

As he was about to leave, he noticed an anomaly within the training room. Wendy, secluded in her corner, began to radiate a subtle glow, deeply engrossed in her practice, unaffected by the surrounding marvel.

This left Isabella, mid-practice, utterly flabbergasted. What was happening? How could Wendy's training evoke such an occurrence?

Oscar, from his vantage point, was thrown into turmoil. "Is that technique... the Divine Light Shield?! Impossible! How could Wendy, of all students, so swiftly master the Divine Light Shield, a stage steven technique?!"

Shock contorted Oscar's features, overwhelmed by a gnawing anxiety. "This won't do. Regardless of Alex Watson's methods, defeat is not an option!"

The following day, within the Warrior Class A's realm, Oscar, with a darkened demeanor, decreed, "Training intensity doubles today! Push yourselves to the limit!"