Chapter 87: Training with a Novikov (2)

Ophelia darted out of the way of Danil’s initial strike with impressive agility. As she zipped past him, her eyes sharp with focus, she tightened her grip on the row of chains she wielded. She spun around, facing Danil, who had turned his back to her, displaying his formidable physique. Without hesitation, she swung the chains with force against his back, causing him to flinch in surprise. "Ouch!" Yulia exclaimed with exaggerated discomfort, groaning theatrically. "Goodness gracious!" The murmurs of disbelief among the other attendees grew louder, and Victor remained frozen, staring at Ophelia as though he had seen a ghost. Danil let out a deep sigh, his annoyance palpable. With the chain still in her grasp, Ophelia began to whirl it around with the precision of someone roping a bull. Danil, his face now etched with fury, attempted to charge at her once more. However, Ophelia was quicker. She skillfully wrapped the chain around his ax, forcing him to relinquish his firm grip on the