Chapter 4 This classmate, you don’t want to either... Amon looked at Yan Jin. This was a girl who looked very heroic and gave people the feeling of a tomboy. She has fiery red hair and wears simple but clean clothes. This was the thief who stole his wallet! Amon suddenly felt like he had encountered "008". From when he traveled to Douluo and fought with Old Quinn in life and death, he left the village to avoid trouble, to his wallet was stolen because of his poor condition, and now he meets him again Thief, everything is too coincidental... It's like something is urging the development of the plot, but the poor writer can't control it, making it seem a little unnatural... and then... forcing it to be reasonable. However, this is Douluo's world and there is no "008", so it should really be just a coincidence... Amon adjusted his monocle and looked at Yan Jin with a somewhat scrupulous look. "Yeah, what a coincidence, what a coincidence..." Yan Jin was thinking frantically about countermeasures, but after much deliberation, there was no better way, so he seemed to have no choice but to admit defeat. She said with a bit of flattery: "I completely agree with the teacher's point of view!" After saying that, she turned to look at her classmates and said coldly: "Which one of you has an opinion?"
She didn't know whether her classmates had any objections to Amon's views. She only knew that she had a lot of objections to her classmates now. If these guys hadn't looked at her frequently, she wouldn't have been noticed so quickly. She might have been able to get through this class and have more time to think about countermeasures, instead of being caught off guard like she was now. Under her knife-sharp eyes, the other children turned their heads one by one, not daring to look at her. Yan Jin stepped forward, came to the opposite side of Amon, and asked: "How to practice? Do it directly?" "Okay." Amon nodded. Yan Jin thought about it for two seconds, hesitating whether to show off or take action. She was confident in her fighting power. Even if she only relies on her fists and no martial arts, she can beat up most of the seniors in the school! Finally she decided to fight! Hit him hard! If you can win the fight cleanly, firstly, it will show your strength and create a shock, and secondly, it will create a conflict. In this way, even if the other party reveals that he stole his money, others may misunderstand that he is deliberately framed because he is embarrassed. In addition, the aggressive side of her character also prompted her to make such a judgment. Yan Jin no longer hesitated and rushed forward with a sudden kick. Amon noticed that her right foot left a deep shoe print on the ground, and she used her soul power. "Oh... gathering the soul power into the feet and then exploding it to gain faster speed is already the prototype of self-created soul skills." Amon blocked her fist with his right hand and commented with ease, "You are very talented in fighting." Yan Jin looked serious. He held Amon's wrist with his backhand and used it as a fulcrum. He twisted his waist hard and kicked him in the head with a roundhouse kick. After Amon easily blocked it with his other hand, he shook her away with his right hand. After Deng Deng Deng took several steps back, Yan Jin stabilized his figure and looked at Amon solemnly. The opponent was much stronger than the idiot seniors in the school. Although his age and body shape looked similar to those of the fifth and sixth graders, and his soul power was not that strong, the pressure he brought during the fight was completely different. The moves of the two looked very simple, but they were very fast, especially Yan Jin's punches and kicks, which were all aimed at the vital points. If they didn't react, they could cause serious damage in an instant.
Looking at Amon's smiling face, Yan Jin gritted his teeth and rushed forward again. This time she punched the latter in the face first, then changed her stance midway and hit him in the abdomen with an elbow. Amon still accurately blocked the incoming elbow with his right palm, but as soon as it came into contact, he frowned, and the impact caused by an explosion of soul power made his entire arm feel numb. He took a step back to slow the impact and counterattacked for the first time. While moving backwards, he exerted force in an extremely unreasonable posture and whipped his leg towards the opponent. This move was beyond Yan Jin's expectation. She couldn't dodge it, so she had to twist her body and try her best to resist with her thick body. Amon's whip leg looked fierce and powerful, and even made a whistling sound, but when it actually fell on her body, she found that it didn't hurt at all, and there was only a gentle force pushing her body farther away. Yan Jin rolled on the ground a few times and then bounced up. He patted his clothes and said simply: "I lost." Lu Wencong clapped his hands lightly and praised, "Very good, a very exciting battle." He recognized Amon's performance. In fact, there are also students in the school who have obtained soul rings and whose soul power has reached level 12 or 3, but they only have empty levels and no fighting ability. "You guys let me see the role of fighting skills in the battle of low-level soul masters. There were many response moves just now that even my eyes lit up. I'll leave this to you, I still have things to deal with." "Go and do your work, I will guide them well." Amon responded. After Lu Wencong left, the students gathered around him one by one, "Wow, teacher, you are so awesome. You can actually deal with the big sister so easily." "Teacher, teacher, after we learn your skills, can we be so good?" "Can you also defeat the elder sister?" The kid who said this obviously didn't notice Yan Jin's face getting darker and darker behind him. The other smart people moved a few steps away from him without leaving a trace. Yan Jin gently hooked his arm around his neck from behind and whispered, "Who do you want to defeat?" "Uh... Big... Big Sister..." The fat boy who said the wrong thing turned his head mechanically, and then screamed, "Ah... Gently, I was wrong... I can't breathe..." "Teacher, do you have a girlfriend?" A bold girl with two buns came close. Amon pulled the corner of his mouth and took a step back, thinking that it really deserves to be a place called the Love Continent. Even such a young child knows so much... "Okay, okay, classmates, please keep order. Although it is outdoors, this is a classroom. Please respect classroom discipline. In addition, if you want to learn fighting well, a healthy body is essential. Let's run ten laps around the playground to warm up." "Ah? Alas!" Run ten laps? Warm up? Amon's instructions made more than 20 people sigh. The children started running around the playground one by one, leaving only Yan Jin and Amon in place. "I..." Yan Jin opened his mouth, but saw Amon put his index finger on his lips, making a gesture to keep quiet.
"If you have anything to say, come to me after class. It's class time now. Don't be absent, Yan Jin, you don't want to..." Amon's mouth curled up a smile. Yan Jin frowned, looked bitter, and chased after her classmates. Amon watched with interest as the group of little rascals ran around the playground again and again, panting like puppies. Only Yan Jin kept his speed, running from the last to the first, and then left the slower people behind for several laps. "Teacher, can you run a few less laps? Isn't this too much?" A girl was walking as she passed by Amon. "Is it too demanding? Don't think so. Look at Yan Jin, she has finished running without blushing or panting." "Ah? Don't compare us with this freak... She is abnormal!"
