Amon studied Yan Jin carefully. She was a girl who radiated a kind of heroic energy, giving off a tomboyish vibe. Her hair was fiery red, and she wore simple but clean clothing.
This was the very thief who had stolen his wallet!
Amon suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if he were living through "Scenario 008." From his transmigration into Douluo and his life-or-death struggles with Old Quinn, to leaving the village to avoid trouble, to having his wallet stolen due to poor condition, and now encountering the thief again—everything seemed way too coincidental…
It was as if some invisible force were rushing the plot forward, while a clumsy author, powerless to control it, could only force things to "make sense."
But… this was the world of Douluo. There was no "008." It was probably just a coincidence.
Amon adjusted his monocle and looked at Yan Jin with a few more assessing glances.
"Indeed… what a coincidence, what a coincidence…"
Yan Jin's mind raced, desperately thinking of a strategy. But no matter how she considered it, she had no better options. It seemed she had no choice but to play along.
With a slightly ingratiating tone, she said, "I completely agree with the teacher's point of view!"
After that, she turned to her classmates and said coldly, "Does anyone here disagree?"
She didn't know whether her classmates had any objections to Amon's view, but she did know she herself had quite a few issues with them.
If these kids hadn't been staring at her so much, she might have avoided notice for the entire class. That would have given her more time to think of a countermeasure, instead of being caught off guard like this.
Under her sharp, knife-like gaze, the other students all turned their heads, unwilling to meet her eyes.
Yan Jin stepped forward and faced Amon. "How should we practice? Just go straight at each other?"
"That works," Amon nodded.
Yan Jin paused for two seconds, debating whether to go easy or go all out. She had full confidence in her combat abilities. Even using only her fists and not her martial soul, she could defeat most of the upper-grade students at the school!
Finally, she decided—fight! Fight hard!
If she could win decisively, it would serve two purposes: demonstrate her strength, and create a tension that might make people misunderstand if he ever brought up the wallet incident.
Plus, her naturally combative personality pushed her toward that decision.
Yan Jin no longer hesitated. She launched forward with a fierce kick.
Amon noticed the deep shoe imprint left where her right foot had pushed off the ground. She had used soul power.
"Oh… concentrating soul power into the foot and then exploding it outward to gain extra speed. This is essentially a nascent self-created soul skill."
Amon casually blocked her punch with his right hand and commented, "You have a lot of talent in combat."
Yan Jin's expression became serious. She grabbed Amon's wrist with her free hand, using it as a pivot to twist her waist and deliver a spinning kick to his head.
Amon blocked the kick with his other hand with ease. A vibration from his right hand sent her spinning away.
Several steps back, Yan Jin steadied herself and looked at Amon seriously.
He was stronger than any of the upper-grade slackers at the school. His age and build seemed similar to a fifth or sixth grader, and his soul power wasn't high, but the pressure from engaging him was entirely different.
Their moves looked simple but were extremely fast. Yan Jin's punches and kicks targeted vital points; without reacting in time, they could cause serious injury.
Seeing Amon's smiling face, she gritted her teeth and rushed forward again.
This time, she threw a punch at his face, then midway changed to an elbow strike aimed at his abdomen.
Amon once again blocked with his right palm. The instant contact sent a surge of force that made his entire arm tingle.
He stepped back to reduce the impact, simultaneously delivering his first counterattack.
While moving backward, he struck with a whip-like kick in an awkward stance.
The attack caught Yan Jin off guard. She couldn't dodge, twisting her body and trying to absorb it with the thickest part of her body.
Amon's kick looked fierce and powerful, even whistling through the air. But when it landed, she didn't feel pain—only a gentle force that pushed her back.
Rolling a few times on the ground, she jumped up, dusted off her clothes, and said decisively, "I lost."
Lu Wencong clapped his hands lightly. "Very good. An excellent fight."
He approved of Amon's performance. The school had students who had already obtained soul rings and reached Level 12–13 soul power, but they were all empty numbers—no real combat ability.
"You've shown me the value of close-combat techniques for low-level Soul Masters. Some of your maneuvers even surprised me. I'll leave the rest to you. I have other matters to attend to."
"You go ahead, sir. I'll guide them properly," Amon replied.
After Lu Wencong left, the students crowded around.
"Wow, Teacher! You're amazing! You handled the big sister so easily!"
"Teacher, after learning your techniques, can we be that strong too?"
"Can we beat the big sister?"
The little boy who asked hadn't noticed Yan Jin's increasingly dark expression behind him.
The other clever students quietly stepped aside to keep their distance.
Yan Jin gently looped her arm around the boy's neck from behind and whispered, "Who are you trying to beat?"
"Uh… the… big sister…" The boy stammered, turning mechanically before letting out a scream, "Ah… easy, easy! I'm sorry… I can't breathe…"
"Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?" a bold girl with twin buns approached.
Amon twitched the corner of his mouth, stepping back slightly. He thought to himself: No wonder this is the so-called "Love Continent." Even kids this young already know about these things…
"All right, all right. Everyone, maintain order. Even though we're outside, this is still class. Please respect classroom discipline. Also, to learn combat well, a healthy body is essential. Everyone run ten laps around the track to warm up first."
"Ah? Ugh!"
Ten laps? Warm up?
Amon's order drew groans from over twenty students.
The children began jogging around the track, leaving only Yan Jin and Amon behind.
"I…" Yan Jin opened her mouth, but Amon put a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet.
"Anything you want to say, save it for later. This is class time. Don't skip it, Yan Jin…" A smile tugged at his lips.
Yan Jin frowned, pouting, and chased after her classmates.
Amon watched with amusement as the little rascals ran lap after lap, panting like puppies. Only Yan Jin maintained her pace, starting last and overtaking everyone, eventually leaving the slower students several laps behind.
"Teacher, can we run fewer laps? Isn't this too much?" one girl said, almost walking by the time she passed Amon.
"Too demanding? Don't you see? Look at Yan Jin—she finished and isn't even flushed or out of breath."
"Ah? Don't compare us to that freak! She's not normal!"