XXX in Person

"In combat, the jab is the most useful fighting technique. It is a basic technique that mainly uses the lead hand to strike the opponent directly."

"It seems simple, and you might be able to master it in one lesson, but it could take you a lifetime to master it."

"When throwing a jab, use light force to strike sensitive and vital areas such as the eyes and bridge of the nose, or use feints to confuse the enemy. The lead hand does not need to be fully extended; it can be a casual strike or a series of strikes to break the opponent's vital points."

"Furthermore, the timing of the jab is crucial, requiring footwork coordination. When used properly, it can be used to control distance, create opportunities, establish rhythm, seize opportunities, and even serve as a prelude to subsequent strikes..."

On the open ground, Samael moved with small, quick steps, his arms thrusting out from different angles like venomous pythons, carrying strong air currents, hovering over Athena's face, throat, and other parts, the force sometimes feigned and sometimes real, the speed sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making it impossible to defend against.

Subsequently, Athena, as a student, learned quite well, though she seemed to be a novice. In actual practice, however, there were always some unsatisfactory aspects to her performance against Samael.

The ancient serpent, impatient with her, pressed itself against Athena's side and explained and demonstrated repeatedly.

Only after Athena had fully mastered it did Samael breathe a sigh of relief. He then gave a brief explanation of the hook punch, knee strike, tripping, and other joint locks.

After this lecture, the teacher was so thirsty that he waved his hand weakly.

"That's all for now. Go back and practice on your own."

However, Athena, who seemed to have fallen in love with learning, was still somewhat unsatisfied.

"Teacher Samael, I would like to experience the actual practice of these techniques."

The ancient snake, its eyes lifeless, glanced out of the corner of its eye and saw Anna's increasingly furrowed brow gradually relax. It quietly breathed a sigh of relief, then resumed its gloomy expression.

"No, let me rest."

"Just one! Let me try one! I promise I'll be quick!"

The Goddess of Wisdom, in high spirits, persisted in her relentless requests, and then added more temptations.

"I'm washing the dishes that were left out for a month!"

"Then you do it first, and I'll explain the pros and cons later."

Samael stood rooted to the spot, like a target for Athena, when he noticed several strange glances cast from the audience. He then gave a righteous and stern explanation.

"Actually, it's not about whether or not to wash the dishes. The key is the effectiveness of the actual drills, which can indeed serve as a great demonstration."

"Although I'm a bit tired, it's only right for a teacher to sacrifice for the students."

At this moment, just as the ancient serpent was defending its integrity to the audience, Athena, who had stepped back slightly, suddenly became imposing and took a running start.

"Bang!"

Samael's vision went black, and he fell to the ground, his limbs locked in place.

Gu She endured the tight grip on the back of his head and struggled to look at the fair, lotus-root-like arms that were tightly bound in a V-shape around his jaw, and the rounded thighs that were crossed and wrapped around his waist from behind.

Damn it! (This is a vulgar expression and doesn't translate directly.)

If you knew you were planning to test this trick on me, you wouldn't even get to wash dishes for six months!

Wait! You brat, are you kidding me?

I never taught this!

Samael snapped out of his daze, his previously nonchalant expression freezing instantly, replaced by grief and indignation.

Athena, clinging to Samael's back, moved with the agility of a rabbit, her delicate body arching into a tight bow. Her limbs tightened, her fair skin digging into the victim's flesh, rubbing against him.

The goddess's youthful body, pressed together with a certain teacher, exudes a dangerous yet unintentionally sensual allure.

Themis, watching from the sidelines, twitched slightly at the corner of her lips. She wanted to raise her hand to call a halt, but the arbitrator's adherence to the Rules prevented her from showing favoritism in front of everyone. She could only watch helplessly as this entertainment program, which seemed to involve illicit sex, unfolded before her eyes.

At this moment, the simple-minded gods and monsters, seeing that Athena, who was a student, had actually subdued their teacher, whom they regarded as a "black demon," with a single blow, cheered her on with howls and screams.

A sinister gaze swept over them, and the chilling aura that seemed to freeze their blood silenced the jubilant Typhon's Offspring who had been watching the spectacle.

That female fox is utterly shameless!

In the audience, Anna, who had grown into a mature woman with purple hair, looked at the figures entangled in the center of the room, her cheeks frosty and her teeth chattering.

Samael felt the strange gazes coming from all around him, which almost burned through his snakeskin. He immediately patted the arm that was holding his jaw in place, and the voice he squeezed out from his throat was dry and intermittent.

"You brat... that's enough... enough... let go..."

However, Athena, having succeeded, was like a fox who had stolen a chicken. With a smile on her face, she leaned close to her teacher's ear, winked, and whispered something.

"Ah, you have to promise to stay with me tonight..."

Just as Samael accepted Chiron's treasured wine, the victor in such a contest has the right to claim the spoils from the loser.

As the sound finally subsided into nothingness, some words at certain joints became indistinct, and distant thunderclouds faintly appeared in the sky outside the arena.

Samael broke out in a cold sweat the size of soybeans. With an unyielding spirit, he unleashed his Monstrous Strength, broke free of his arms, and threw Athena, who was coiled behind him, out of the air.

The Goddess of Wisdom, adjusting her posture mid-air and landing with a slight thud, remained calm and composed, merely glancing at her teacher with a hint of regret before decisively retreating to her seats in acknowledgment of defeat.

This made Samael, who was originally holding back his anger and wanted to teach his adopted daughter a lesson, feel like he had punched the air, and he was so frustrated that he wanted to vomit blood.

I'll deal with you when we get back!

The ancient serpent glared fiercely at Athena, but the Goddess of Wisdom, who was already immune to such glares, smiled and winked, her cherry lips parting slightly as she silently repeated the keywords from before.

You've failed to raise your daughter properly! Can't you just give me a break?

Seeing this, Samael, who had no fatherly authority whatsoever, darkened his face even more, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and silently complained to himself.

Just as an eerie atmosphere filled the group, a nymph the size of a Nymphs flew out of the bushes in a panic. Upon seeing the group, her expression brightened with joy.

"It's terrible! A terrifying poisonous dragon has appeared near my house. Its head is as big as a small mountain, and it has polluted the water nearby. All the mushrooms I planted have died."

Upon hearing this, Samael immediately stepped forward with a righteous air and made the announcement.

"Eat quickly! The two groups will work together to eliminate this treacherous poisonous dragon. That's the homework you need to complete independently!"

With a target to shift their focus, the inexplicable pressure gradually dissipated.

The students, who had already regarded the marshland as their own territory, immediately entered a state of preparation, busily devising a strategy and tactics for encirclement from both flanks.

Soon, two proud and spirited teams, led by the Nymphs, set off into the waters occupied by the venomous dragon.

Phew! I'm saved!

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing.

"In the blink of an eye, they've all grown up..."

"Yes..."

At this moment, Themis, who had watched the children disappear into the jungle, walked over gracefully, somewhat moved. The guilty ancient serpent, its eyes darting around, echoed her sentiments.

"Her figure is quite well-developed..."

"Um..."

Um?!

Suddenly, Samael, who had subconsciously nodded in agreement, stiffened and stared at the vast starlight hanging in the sky with a deathly pale face.