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Chapter 19: Gold Medal Sparring Partner (Part 1)

When he heard the girl’s icy, murderous words, Ashura realized exactly what part of her he had squeezed.

Sensing that things could no longer end peacefully, he simply put on a scoundrel’s grin, squeezed her soft bottom twice more with his right hand, and commented, “Honestly, not bad at all!”

The girl froze for a second after hearing that.

In her life she had never met such a shameless rogue, so she sprang into the air.

While still airborne, she pulled a giant horse-cleaving sword from her spatial ring.

Ashura had prepared early, and the instant the girl bounced up, he executed a kip-up and darted behind the back rows of students.

Landing with blade in hand and aiming at the rear ranks, the tall girl stood a good head above most boys.

Her voluptuous figure and stunning face were matched by eyes as bright as autumn water, radiating an indescribable heroism.

Together with the nearly man-tall sword in her hand, she looked like an ancient warrior goddess from a mural, awe-inspiring to behold.

The gathered students backed off two steps under her aura, unsure what madness this young lady was about to unleash.

Some boys who had enrolled in Class 8 just for her watched with worshipful faces, loving every bit of the wild scene before them.

The girl’s knife-like gaze swept the crowd, searching for the smirking face she longed to hack twice.

She was truly furious today; never in her life had a boy dared touch her backside, and it was utterly humiliating!

“I’m going to chop off those filthy paws of his!”

Hiding among the crowd with his head down, Ashura hardly dared breathe, feeling as if he had run into a jungle predator on the way to the academy.

He thought, “Is this chick crazy? I absolutely can’t stay in Class 8; less than one period in and already two people want to kill me! Warrior Class 8 is way too dangerous!”

What Ashura failed to realize was that if the others learned he had groped the red-haired girl, more than two people would want him dead.

Instructor Enge watched from a distance, guessing that the brat Ashura had stirred up trouble again.

He had started to like the boy, who added much amusement to his otherwise dull classes.

He went on, “We won’t take a break this period; we will proceed directly to the next drill!”

He feared that if he announced a recess Ashura would certainly bolt.

Everyone immediately lined up, and the red-haired girl temporarily sheathed her hostility and rejoined the ranks, though her classmates kept a safe distance.

The girl’s aura remained intimidating.

Instructor Enge smiled slyly, thought of a good way to deal with the stinky kid, and said, “Your attacks just now were completely disorganized; obviously they were flashy moves with no combat experience behind them!”

“Since my course teaches real combat, you need to learn genuine skills.”

“I will pair you off for sparring; after you learn any combat technique, you may practice it with your partner, but mind your control and avoid crippling injuries!”

The Warrior School students below were roused to excitement, while only two looked around absent-mindedly: the Magic-school boy and the red-haired girl.

“I will now announce the sparring pairs: Ferrero versus Singey, Sans versus Lisa…” Instructor Enge continued naming opponents two by two.

The students whose names were called stepped out of formation, found a spot on the field, and faced each other, waiting for the instructor’s signal.

As the line grew shorter, sweat poured down Ashura’s back.

The fewer people remained, the easier he would be exposed; he could feel an icy gaze locked on him from the side, yet he dared not turn his head.

At last Instructor Enge smiled and called, “Final pair, Magina versus Ashura!”

In that instant Ashura saw the students already on the field casting complicated looks his way.

There was envy, jealousy, pity, and sympathy, but not one offered to switch places with him.

“Magina?” He felt the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before…

Ashura turned and looked ahead on an angle to see a tall red-haired girl crossing her arms and sneering at him.

Her heaving chest made her figure look even more explosive.

Yet Ashura could not enjoy the sight; he turned to Instructor Enge and said, “Instructor, I request a switch; I never hit women!”

Before he finished, a heavy kick struck his backside and sent him flying onto the field, where he landed face-first like a dog eating dirt.

The place fell silent; no one laughed at him, and the pitying looks only multiplied.

Ashura spat out grass, pounded the ground, and thought that never in his life had any woman dared kick his butt.

Hearing rapid footsteps behind him, Ashura pushed off the ground, landed, and assumed the opening stance of the A family’s inherited martial art, Thunderclap Fist; he was angry now and meant to teach this chick a lesson!

Instructor Enge laughed even harder and uttered two words, “Begin!”

Before the words faded, Ashura charged at the red-haired girl like rolling thunder…

About half an hour later, Ashura lay spread-eagled in the middle of the training ground, utterly devoid of the will to live.

Messy hair, a swollen face, raccoon eyes, and boot prints all over his magician’s robe completed the picture.

Magina clapped the dust from her hands and tucked the fiery red hair at her cheek behind one ear.

The corners of her mouth curled high; she felt wonderfully refreshed.

She thought, “Beating this guy up was so satisfying; that’ll teach you to grope my butt, hmph~,” and her cheeks reddened slightly at the thought.

“Although this guy is only at Warrior Stage 3 and his martial skills are mediocre, his dirty tricks come one after another, and he reacts quickly with very agile footwork!”

“I had to go all out to pummel him, and it felt great! Beating him is far more fun than beating those other sparring partners,” she mused.

Suddenly she let out a surprised cry as blood and qi surged inside her and her bones crackled all over.

Within moments, under the startled gazes of everyone, Magina roared, her aura skyrocketed, and she actually broke through to Martial Master Stage 2!

Unable to contain her joy, Magina beamed, and the smile on her stunning face left the surrounding boys dazed.

Instructor Enge nodded in approval at Magina, then said mischievously, “Magina, you broke through so quickly thanks to your excellent sparring partner!”

“You two should spar often; who knows, you might reach Martial Master Stage 3 in no time!”

“Here’s the deal: from now on you two will always spar in the same group; he is your gold medal sparring partner!”

Hearing this, Magina’s eyes lit up as she looked at the black-haired boy still playing dead on the ground.

The students exchanged glances and whispered, while Ashura silently cursed Magina a hundred times over.

“Why is this chick so strong? Her power, speed, and reflexes all eclipse mine!”

“She hasn’t even used that big sword yet; is this the gap between stages? Once I can beat her I’ll curse her a hundred times… no, a hundred times!”

“And that uncle Enge… damn his ‘gold medal sparring partner.’ I’m nothing but a human sandbag. The chick has broken through another stage, only an idiot would keep sparring with her. Tomorrow I’m definitely switching classes!”

When the dismissal bell rang, Ashura dragged his battered body toward the dormitory.

The students he passed pointed at him and whispered, but he had no mood to deal with those gawkers.

What he did not know was that thanks to the Warrior Class 8 students’ exaggerated retelling, his title of gold medal sparring partner had already become the hottest topic among the freshmen….

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