This Student, You Wouldn't Want To...

Amon sized up Yan Jin. She was a girl with a gallant air, giving off the impression of being a tomboy. She had fiery red hair and wore simple yet clean clothes.

This was the thief who had stolen his wallet!

Amon suddenly felt as though he had encountered "008." From transmigrating to Douluo and fighting Old Quinn to the death, to leaving the village to avoid trouble, to having his wallet stolen because he was in poor condition, and then running into the thief again now—everything was far too coincidental...

It was as if something were rushing the plot along, yet the inept writer lacked the skill to control it, making it all feel somewhat unnatural... and then... forcibly justified.

However, this was the world of Douluo. There was no "008," so it should really have just been a coincidence... Amon adjusted his Monocle and regarded Yan Jin with a hint of scrutiny.

"Yes, what a coincidence. What a coincidence..."

Yan Jin frantically thought of a countermeasure, but no matter how she considered it, she could not come up with anything better. It seemed she could only accept her fate.

With a somewhat fawning expression, she said, "I completely agree with the teacher's opinion!"

After saying that, she turned to her classmates and coldly asked, "Which one of you has an objection?"

She did not know whether her classmates objected to Amon's opinion, but she knew that she currently had quite a few objections to her classmates.

If those guys had not kept looking at her, she would not have been noticed so quickly. Maybe she could have bluffed her way through this class and bought herself more time to think of a response, instead of being caught off guard like this.

Under her blade-sharp gaze, the other children turned their heads away one by one, not daring to meet her eyes.

Yan Jin stepped forward and came to stand opposite Amon. "How are we practicing? Just fight directly?"

"That works." Amon nodded.

Yan Jin pondered for two seconds, hesitating over whether to hold back or get serious. She was confident in her fighting ability.

Even relying solely on her fists without using her Martial Soul, she could still beat up the vast majority of the school's upperclassmen!

In the end, she decided to fight! Fight hard!

If she could win decisively, first, she would demonstrate her strength and establish some intimidation; second, she would create a conflict between them. That way, even if he told others that she had stolen his money, people might assume he was deliberately slandering her because she had humiliated him.

Besides, the combative side of her personality was urging her toward the same decision.

Yan Jin stopped hesitating and kicked off the ground, charging forward.

Amon noticed that a deep shoe print had been left where her right foot had pushed off. She had used Soul Power.

"Oh... Gathering Soul Power in the feet and releasing it in an explosion to gain greater speed—this is already the rudiment of a Self-Created Soul Skill."

Amon raised his right hand to block her punch and calmly commented, "You're very talented in combat."

Yan Jin's expression turned solemn. She grabbed Amon's wrist with her other hand, used it as a pivot, and twisted her waist forcefully, sending a spinning kick at his head.

After Amon casually blocked it with his other hand, his right hand gave a shake and sent her flying back.

Yan Jin staggered back several steps before steadying herself, then looked at Amon gravely.

He was far stronger than those useless upperclassmen at school. Although his age and build looked about the same as those of fifth- or sixth-years, and his Soul Power did not seem particularly strong, the pressure he exerted in combat was entirely on another level.

Their moves looked very simple, but they were incredibly fast. Yan Jin's punches and kicks in particular all targeted vital points. If one failed to react in time, they could suffer severe injuries in an instant.

Looking at Amon's smiling face, Yan Jin gritted her teeth and charged at him once more.

This time, she first threw a punch at his face, then changed moves halfway through and drove an elbow toward his abdomen.

Amon once again accurately placed his right palm before the incoming elbow. But the moment they made contact, he frowned. The impact from her exploding Soul Power made his entire arm go numb.

He took a step back to lessen the impact, while launching his first counterattack.

Even as he moved backward, he exerted force from an utterly unreasonable posture and whipped a leg toward her.

The move caught Yan Jin by surprise. Unable to dodge, she could only twist her body and try to take the blow with the fleshiest part she could.

Amon's whip kick looked fierce and powerful, even producing a whistling sound through the air. But when it actually struck her, she found that it did not hurt at all. Only a gentle force pushed her body away.

After rolling across the ground several times, Yan Jin sprang to her feet, dusted off her clothes, and said bluntly, "I lost."

Lu Wencong lightly clapped his hands and praised, "Very good. That was an excellent fight."

He approved of Amon's performance. There were actually quite a few students in the school who had already obtained Spirit Rings and reached level twelve or thirteen in Soul Power, but they only had levels and no real combat ability.

"You've shown me the role that fighting techniques can play in battles between low-level Soul Masters. Quite a few of those responses just now even impressed me. I'll leave this place to you. I still have matters to handle."

"Please go ahead. I'll guide them properly," Amon replied.

After Lu Wencong left, the students crowded around Amon one after another. "Wow, Teacher, you're amazing! You handled Big Sis so easily."

"Teacher, Teacher, if we learn your techniques, can we become that amazing too?"

"Can we beat up Big Sis too?"

The child who said this clearly had not noticed Yan Jin's increasingly dark expression behind him.

The smarter children quietly shifted several steps away, keeping their distance from him.

Yan Jin very gently hooked an arm around his neck from behind and softly asked, "Who do you want to beat up?"

"Uh... B-Big Sis..." The little chubby boy stiffly turned his head, then let out a scream. "Ah... Gently, gently! I was wrong... I can't breathe..."

"Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?" A bold girl with two buns in her hair sidled up to him.

Amon twitched at the corner of his mouth and took a step back. As expected of a place also known as Romance Continent. Even children this young understand so much...

"Alright, alright. Students, please maintain order. Although we're outdoors, this is still class, so please respect classroom discipline. Also, a healthy body is essential if you want to learn fighting well. Everyone, run ten laps around the field to warm up first."

"Huh? Aww!"

Ten laps?

Just to warm up?

Amon's order drew a collective groan from more than twenty students.

The children began running around the field one after another, leaving only Yan Jin and Amon standing where they were.

"I..." Yan Jin opened her mouth, only to see Amon place his index finger against his lips in a gesture for silence.

"If you have anything to say, come find me after class. Right now, it's class time. Don't skip it, Yan Jin. You wouldn't want to..." A smile curled across Amon's lips.

Yan Jin frowned and, wearing a miserable expression, hurried after her classmates.

Amon watched with great interest as the little radishes ran lap after lap around the field, panting like puppies from exhaustion. Only Yan Jin never slowed down. She went from last place to first, then lapped the slower students several times.

"Teacher, can we run fewer laps? Isn't this a bit too much?" When a girl passed by Amon, she was already moving at nearly a walking pace.

"Are the requirements too high? I don't think so. Look at Yan Jin—she's already finished, and she isn't even flushed or out of breath."

"Huh? Don't compare us to that freak... She's not normal!"