Two hours passed.
Among the three dozen guards, however, only three remained standing.
The rest had already been thrown to the side and allowed to rest—not because they succeeded, but because they ran out of Qi or stamina and fainted.
"I'll... protect... Young Miss Henrietta...!"
One of the last three was a man relying on nothing but sheer iron will. His Qi was the lowest not only among the survivors but the entire group. Despite his lanky build, he had miraculously come the closest to landing a hit.
Xu Tao could tell this man—Tyler—had great potential, given the right motivation and push.
"Gah...! Just... one punch...!"
Another was a bald, burly man—Grosso.
He wasn't as strong-willed as Tyler, but his physique was leagues better. The only reason he was still standing was his sheer toughness, driven by a burning desire to crumple Xu Tao's pretty face.
"Phew…"
The third was a quiet, medium-built man. He looked like the average between Tyler and Grosso.
