The gazes that had originally looked down on Annie were all replaced by a look of ghost-like horror.
At the outermost edge of the crowd, a young girl leaning alone against the wall, adjusting her left wrist guard, suddenly lifted her eyelids.
She had long black hair with striking green highlights at the tips, which added a dangerous aura to her cold and elegant face; unlike the others, she didn't show fear, and a hint of interest flashed in her eyes as she stared at Annie.
"Stop! Everyone stop!"
The instructor finally reacted; he strode into the field, and his face turned ashen when he saw the big man on the ground who was about to go into shock from the pain.
This was far too ruthless!
This was a sparring session for newcomers reporting on their first day, not an execution of prisoners of war!
"Cadet Leonhart!" The instructor suddenly turned his head and stared at Annie, roaring in a stern tone, "I told you to stop when the point is made! This is the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, a place to train Agents, not the Soviet Union's Red Room, and certainly not a Nazi concentration camp! Do you have to cripple your classmate?!"
Facing the instructor's anger, Annie only tilted her head slightly.
"Report, Instructor, I don't think I'm to blame."
Annie's voice was cold and flat, with no emotional fluctuations.
"I only kicked once..."
"..." The instructor was choked by her words.
He opened his mouth, looked at the two-hundred-pound man on the ground, then at the petite Annie, and was actually at a loss for words for a moment.
Speechless.
Because the facts were indeed so; everyone present, including the instructor, had seen it—Annie had only made one move.
It was just a low sweep, and then... there was no then.
If he couldn't even defend against a strike of that level, it was indeed hard to say Annie was "abusing" her classmate; it could only be said that this guy was as fragile as a sheet of paper.
"...Fine, you have a point."
The instructor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and could only helplessly wave for the medics.
"Quickly carry this unlucky fellow away! The rest of you continue training! Remember, friendship first, don't kill anyone!"
Though he said this, the way the instructor looked at Annie had completely changed—this was definitely a freak who needed special attention.
As the man was carried away on a stretcher, Annie looked away indifferently.
One could only say that the guy should be glad this was the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy.
If it were anywhere else... what Annie had just kicked and broken might have been more than just one leg.
After dealing with the broken leg accident, the instructor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forcibly organized the team, and announced the next segment—
The Instructor Guidance Match.
By convention, this segment was used by the instructor to "establish authority" and "teach."
He would suppress the students, point out the flaws in their movements, and then enjoy the students' admiring gazes; it was a teaching session.
However, when the instructor picked up the roster and his gaze swept over the name "Annie Leonhart," his fingers visibly stiffened, and his eyes involuntarily drifted toward the seemingly harmless-looking blonde girl in the corner.
He was silent for a full three seconds.
The instructor swallowed and silently moved Annie's name to the very end of the guidance list.
The first few groups of sparring went smoothly.
The instructor was, after all, a veteran Agent who had survived a hundred battles; he was more than capable of handling ordinary students, taking them down in a few moves and providing professional commentary.
Amidst the students' admiring and longing gazes, he finally regained some of his dignity as an instructor.
Until that black-haired girl with green highlights stepped forward.
"Start!"
Before the words could fade, the girl had already moved.
Unlike Annie's wide and powerful Muay Thai, this girl's style was more feminine and eerie.
The instructor had just thrown a straight punch, but the girl's body was like it had no bones, instantly entwining itself around the instructor's arm.
Immediately after, using her body weight and the momentum of her rotation, her legs locked around the instructor's neck and shoulder like scissors.
A Flying Armbar!
This was a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move, or to put it dramatically, a "Deadly Scissor Kick," one of the moves Natasha frequently used.
"Ugh!!"
Before the instructor could react, he was slammed to the ground by the massive centrifugal force.
Immediately, a piercing pain came from his right arm joint.
"Gently... go easy! It's going to dislocate!!!"
The instructor grimaced in pain, his face turning the color of liver as he frantically tapped the ground to surrender.
The entire field fell into a deathly silence once again.
The students, other than Annie, looked at each other, feeling their Worldview being shaken.
What exactly was wrong with this batch of rebirth?
Among the dozen or so rebirth, two such monsters had actually appeared? And both were delicate-looking young girls?
One kicked and broke a leg, the other almost dislocated the instructor's arm... were young girls nowadays all this violent?
"Cough, cough..."
The girl let go, and the instructor scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, clutching his nearly ruined right arm; suppressing the urge to curse, he had to maintain an awkward smile befitting a teacher: "Very... very good! Your technique is very skilled! Especially the use of Jiu-Jitsu!"
He glanced at the roster in his hand and read out the name: "Cadet Camilla Black, very outstanding."
Su Modie's brow twitched slightly when she heard the name.
"Camilla Black...?"
The name sounded strangely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere, but she couldn't place it for the moment.
However, looking at that skill and that ruthlessness, she was clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Before Su Modie could think further, the instructor in the image had completely lost the will to play.
If they kept fighting, forget about establishing authority; he was afraid he'd walk in on two feet today and be carried out on a stretcher.
"Alright! That's it for today's placement test!"
The instructor waved his hand and announced the end of class at high speed, completely ignoring that many students, including Annie, had received no guidance at all, as if a ghost were chasing him: "For the remaining time, familiarize yourselves with the environment and dormitory assignments! Dismissed!"
Having said that, the instructor clutched his arm and slipped out of the training hall without looking back.
"What... it's over already?"
A few male students who hadn't had their turn yet complained in low voices, "What kind of test is this? Is this all S.H.I.E.L.D. is..."
The voices weren't loud, but they were exceptionally clear in the somewhat empty hall.
Camilla, who was sitting on a mat adjusting her wrist guards, didn't stop; she didn't even look up, just said casually: "If you feel it wasn't enough, I don't mind sparring with you in the instructor's place. It just so happens I haven't finished my warm-up yet."
The boys who were still grumbling froze.
They glanced at each other, wisely shut their mouths, and silently turned toward the locker room.
No one wanted to end up in the infirmary on the first day of school.
Seeing that no one dared to respond, Camilla curled her lip in boredom and then turned her gaze in another direction.
There, Annie was lowering her head, preparing to leave with the crowd.
However, just as she was about to step out the door, a figure stepped across and blocked her path.
"Hey."
Camilla crossed her arms, tilted her head, and lifted her chin slightly; her arrogant and unruly appearance looked somewhat like she was asking for a beating: "That kick just now was quite clean. Interested in sparring with me? Compared to those spineless weaklings, you should be a bit more capable of fighting, right?"
Annie stopped and lifted her eyelids to glance at her.
"Not interested."
The three words spat out coldly made Camilla's brow furrow as Annie tried to sidestep her.
But suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit Su Modie's mind as she remembered something: "Camilla Black? Could it be..."
"Annie, agree to it!"
"Play with her, and be a bit serious."
Annie's step forward came to a sudden halt.
Annie sighed in her heart, but she still had to listen to Su Modie; she turned back and beckoned to Camilla with her finger: "Fine."
Camilla's eyes lit up, and the provocative smile on her lips gradually widened.
"That's more like it..."
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