Chapter 11

Everyone cheered around when Layla and Jamil entered to do the one-on-one combat.

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Jamil somehow can’t believe it. Layla decides to do combat with him. She was not a fighting person, and this match, anyway, was a waste of time for him. She can’t compete with him. Not in this life, he guessed.

“Yes, I’m sure. You just use your best technique.” She confidently responded and gave her best fake smile to show how ready she was to do this combat.

His brows squeezed together to see her substantial appearance.

“What the hell is wrong with her?”

“Does she think she can win this match?” He muttered to himself and smirked arrogantly.

“Alright, Then let’s end this match fast. I don’t want to make you tired.” He fabricated a smile while all, in reality, he was mocking her.

Hearing him, she nodded lightly, “Okay, let’s end it fast.”

She knew what his words meant, but she didn’t waste time on words when all she cared to strike him today. She knew she