Noah pushed back Zenur's hand that had blocked his punch, or at least he tried to, but Zenur didn't budge an inch.
The instructor still had the same smile on his face, his expression showing none of the panic that Noah had expected to see.
After all, Zenur wasn't using mana, but Noah was. And being blocked by someone using pure physical strength—
That was another hit to Noah's pride, or at least that was what I thought before Noah jumped back.
No matter what his inner emotions were, Noah was, after all, the protagonist.
He knew when to control himself, as could be seen from the calmness in his eyes.
"It was easy to block, but impressive nonetheless."
The instructor praised Noah, or at least that was what the statement was meant to be.
But looking at Noah, it was easy to tell that he was frustrated from the exchange.
"So here's the first lesson. First strike doesn't guarantee your win, so always remember to read your opponent and then wait—"
