Hearing the cold and murderous tone in the girl's voice, Ashura immediately realized where his hand had landed.
There was no way this would end peacefully.
Deciding to embrace shamelessness, he squeezed twice more and brazenly commented, "Not bad at all!"
The girl was stunned for a moment.
Never in her life had she encountered someone so shameless.
With a flick of her body, she sprang into the air—
And mid-air, she pulled out a massive horse-slaying blade from her spatial ring.
Ashura, having anticipated this, was already in motion. The moment she leaped, he performed a quick kip-up and ducked into the crowd.
The girl landed gracefully, blade in hand, scanning the crowd with cold, sharp eyes.
She was tall, even taller than most boys.
Her curvy and athletic figure, paired with a stunningly beautiful face, exuded an aura of fearless strength. Her autumn-water-like eyes shimmered with an intense spirit.
And with that towering horse-slaying blade, she looked like a battle goddess from an ancient mural—a sight both terrifying and mesmerizing.
The surrounding students instinctively stepped back.
They weren't sure what had triggered her this time.
Some of the male students—especially those who had joined Class Eight just for her—looked on in absolute admiration, captivated by her wild charm.
Meanwhile, the girl's sharp gaze swept through the crowd, searching for that grinning bastard she desperately wanted to cut into pieces.
For the first time in her life, a guy had dared to grab her butt—it was unforgivable!
"I'm going to chop off those filthy paws of his!"
Ashura kept his head down, trying not to breathe too loudly.
At that moment, he felt like he had stumbled into a jungle and was being hunted by a wild beast.
"This chick is crazy! There's no way I can stay in Class Eight. I haven't even finished one lesson yet, and already two people want to kill me! This class is way too dangerous!"
What he didn't realize was—
If the other students found out he had grabbed the red-haired girl's butt, it wouldn't just be two people who wanted to beat him to death!
A New Training Drill
From a distance, Instructor Enger watched the scene unfold.
Yup. That brat Ashura was causing trouble again.
Still, Enger found himself starting to like the kid—he certainly made his boring classes a lot more entertaining!
Smirking, Enger clapped his hands and declared, "There will be no break this class. We're moving straight to the next training drill!"
He wasn't stupid. If he announced a break, Ashura would 100% flee.
The students quickly lined up, though a noticeable gap formed around the red-haired girl—no one dared stand too close to her.
Even though she had calmed down, her aura was still oppressive.
Enger, smiling mischievously, continued, "Your attacks earlier were completely uncoordinated—nothing but flashy moves with no real combat experience!"
"Since my course is about real combat, then you're going to learn it properly."
"From now on, you'll be paired up for sparring. Every time you learn a new battle skill, you'll practice it with your sparring partner. Remember—control your attacks, no serious injuries allowed!"
The students cheered—their blood boiling with excitement.
Well… most of them.
Two students, however, looked around uneasily—
A young magician and a red-haired girl.
The Worst Possible Pairing
Enger began calling out names.
"Ferrero versus Singe!"
"Sans versus Lisa!"
As each pair was assigned, they stepped out of line and moved to the training grounds.
The closer it got to the end, the more Ashura sweated.
Fewer people left meant he had fewer places to hide.
And he could already feel a pair of icy eyes locked onto him.
He didn't dare look sideways.
Then—
Enger smiled and announced the final pair—
"Final group: Maggie versus Ashura!"
The training ground fell silent.
All eyes turned to Ashura—
Some were envious,some were jealous,some were pitying,some were mourning,but no one was offering to swap with him.
"Maggie?"
The name sounded vaguely familiar.
Ashura turned his head—
And locked eyes with a towering red-haired girl.
She stood with her arms crossed, her lips curled into a sinister smirk.
Her heaving chest made her already explosive figure even more eye-catching.
But Ashura felt no joy in witnessing such a sight.
Turning quickly to Enger, he pleaded, "Instructor, I request a swap! I never hit women!"
Before he could finish—
BAM!
A powerful kick sent him flying onto the training ground, landing face-first in the dirt.
Silence.
No one laughed.
Instead, the pitying stares deepened.
Spitting out grass, Ashura slammed his fist into the ground.
"Since when did a girl dare to kick my ass?!"
Behind him, steady footsteps approached.
Ashura flipped up onto his feet and immediately got into his family's signature stance—Thunderclap Fist.
His anger flared—he was going to teach this crazy chick a lesson!
Enger grinned even wider and called out—
"Begin!"
The moment the words left his lips—
Ashura charged forward like a lightning bolt—
Thirty Minutes Later…
Ashura lay spread-eagle in the middle of the training ground.
His disheveled hair, swollen face, and black eyes made him look like he had barely survived a natural disaster.
His magician robe was covered in dust and footprints.
Meanwhile, Maggie clapped the dust off her hands, casually brushing her fiery red hair behind her ear.
Her lips curled into a smug smile.
"Beating this guy up was so satisfying. That'll teach you to grope me, hmph~"
Her cheeks tinged pink at the thought.
"This guy might only be at Warrior Rank 3, and his combat skills are mediocre at best… but he's ridiculously cunning, fast, and slippery."
"I had to use my full strength just to properly beat him up. Seriously, this was the most satisfying fight I've ever had!"
Then suddenly—
Maggie's expression changed.
Her blood surged, her bones crackled, and her aura exploded outward!
Under the stunned gazes of the students, she let out a powerful roar—
And broke through to Warrior Rank 2!
Cheers erupted.
Even Enger nodded in approval before smirking mischievously—
"Maggie, you owe this to your excellent sparring partner!"
"From now on, Ashura is your Golden Sparring Partner!"
Maggie's eyes lit up instantly as she stared at the black-haired boy lying motionless on the ground, pretending to be dead!
The surrounding students exchanged bewildered glances, whispering amongst themselves.
Meanwhile, Ashura was cursing Maggie a hundred times over in his heart.
"Why the hell is this crazy girl so strong?! Her power, speed, and reflexes completely overpower mine!"
"She didn't even use that giant sword of hers… Is this the gap between levels?! Just wait until I can beat her—I'll make sure to circle-cross her a hundred times over!"
"And that damn Instructor Enger! What kind of 'Golden Sparring Partner' nonsense is this?! I'm nothing but a human punching bag! Now this crazy girl has leveled up again—only an idiot would keep sparring with her! Tomorrow, I'm definitely transferring to another class!"
As the dismissal bell rang, Ashura dragged his bruised and battered body toward the dormitory.
On the way, students pointed and whispered about him, but he was too exhausted and pissed off to care about these nosy onlookers!
What he didn't know was—
Thanks to the exaggerated rumors spread by the students of Warrior Class Eight, his title as the 'Golden Sparring Partner' had already become the hottest topic among the new students…