Noah Foster couldn't help but feel attracted to the adorable Amelia beneath her cold mask. The more he got to know her, the more he found himself pitying her. "Well, I'm not upset. Don't we still have a chance?" said Noah Foster.
He realized that Amelia had to get a perfect score in the last two assessments to pass the five-part test. With each section worth twenty points, she needed to pass three sections with a perfect score to barely pass. There was no margin for error.
Despite knowing Amelia's abilities, Noah Foster still thought the chances of a perfect score were slim. He was even considering calling his dad to investigate the schools in A city.
The last two assessments were scheduled for the afternoon, giving students a chance to catch their breath. Amelia couldn't eat much and had only some porridge in the cafeteria. She had done too many pull-ups and crunches and her abdomen was sore.
She had sprayed her hands with medicine and wrapped them in two layers of gauze. She couldn't imagine how angry Tyler Davis would be.
The lunch break was over in a flash, and the combat assessment began. The rules were surprisingly random, with male and female students randomly paired up for combat. Although the male and female students were treated equally in the army, the female students had it harder during the assessment.
A passing grade required one victory, but boys had to defeat four opponents to get a perfect score, while girls only needed to defeat three opponents, giving them a slight advantage.
The list of pairings was in the instructor's hand and was completely random. Amelia was paired with a thin girl in class three. The assessment was rigorous, with no chance for cheating. The students were divided into several groups for testing, and unfortunately, Amelia and Noah Foster were in the first round.
"Get ready!" The instructor said seriously.
The thin girl opposite Amelia was ready for action.
"Wait a minute!" Amelia suddenly spoke up, causing the instructor and the thin girl to freeze in place.
Amelia quickly walked over to Noah Foster's group and shouted earnestly, "Noah Foster, come on!"
The students in other assessment groups were bewildered. At this critical moment, why was Amelia not focusing on the assessment and acting like a cheerleader? It was embarrassing.
Noah Foster didn't feel embarrassed, instead he laughed and cooperated seriously, "Yeah, come on, you'll win!" Amelia returned to her own spot satisfied. Encouraging each other is what friends should do. Amelia, who lacked common sense, was truly naive in some ways.
"Begin!" The instructor looked at Amelia's return, his eyes twitching, and shouted directly.
The thin bamboo pole rushed towards Amelia like a gust of wind.
The posture was fierce, as if aiming for a one-hit kill.
Amelia stood still until the opponent's fist was just a punch away from her abdomen, and then she moved.
With a agile body, she grabbed the thin bamboo pole's arm and flipped over, sinking her feet into a horse stance, and lightly shouted, throwing the opponent over her shoulder! Of course, this wasn't because Amelia was strong, but because she had added some force along with the thin bamboo pole's impact, throwing him to the ground with a bang, directly knocking him out.
Indeed, it was a one-hit kill!
Amelia stood up, still cool and weak, her hand wrapped in gauze, her face pale and indifferent as she looked at the instructor, waiting for him to announce the victory.
"... First group, fourth pair, class six Amelia wins!"
Just like a fighting ring, even after winning, the instructor had to sing and shout, as if afraid that others wouldn't know.
A fight that was so fast it made people's jaws drop, Amelia's ferocity in combat was in inverse proportion to her fragility. The students in class six were also somewhat shocked. They just realized that Amelia hadn't used her full strength during training before. The thin bamboo pole had planned to use his strongest move right from the start, but instead exerted too much force, allowing Amelia to use her strength against him!
This fight seemed like it hadn't even started, and it had already ended.
As a result, Amelia's second fight, which nobody cared about ten minutes later, attracted many onlookers.
Even if they thought Amelia couldn't pass the assessment, they couldn't help but come and see.
In the second fight, Amelia wasn't lucky. She was chosen to fight a sturdy boy from class four. She didn't know that Quinn Cooper had specifically instructed him to go all out against her before the match.
The boy from class four sneered on the spot, "You with your small arms and legs, meeting me, your luck is really bad!"
Amelia looked coldly at him, not speaking, and just started to fight. She didn't need any unnecessary words.
The onlookers below began to make a commotion.
"It's over, Amelia is finished. Meeting Christian Ortiz is really bad luck for her. No matter how good her skills are, she won't be able to move him!"
"This Christian Ortiz is not a kind-hearted person. I'm afraid Amelia is going to suffer this time."
"Anyway, she can't pass the assessment, just give up!"
Listening to these comments, Christian Ortiz laughed even more cruelly, imitating the manner of a hooligan on TV, snapping his fingers!
Quinn Cooper was also among the crowd, very happy.
Christian Ortiz is obsessed with money, and Quinn Cooper promised him some benefits, so he bought him!
"The fight begins!" the instructor yelled.
Amelia took the initiative, attacking quickly with agile movements. Her small elbow struck Christian Ortiz's abdomen, and she kicked his knee.
Although she successfully hit him, Amelia quickly backed off because the man in front of her had too much muscle, and her attack had no effect other than causing her hand to ache.
Christian Ortiz smiled calmly and walked towards Amelia, like he was watching a prey that had fallen into a trap.
The two faced each other again, and Christian Ortiz grabbed Amelia's sleeve and tore it off, revealing her white arm and delicate collarbone. The scene became weirdly tense.
The human subconscious is filled with blood and cruelty, and the fight between Christian Ortiz and Amelia was like a battle between beauty and the beast. It was unclear whether people wanted the beauty to win or the beast to ravage her, but the heavy breathing clearly indicated that most people had the latter thought.
Amelia thought, "It's over."
It wasn't her who was finished, but Christian Ortiz, who was dead meat as far as Tyler Davis was concerned. Tyler Davis was still watching, and his anger was not something that anyone could bear.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't control my strength. Instructor, this isn't a foul, right?" Christian Ortiz deliberately pretended to be surprised.
"No, it's not!" the instructor said flatly.
Christian Ortiz's thick, black eyebrows raised, and he became even more proud, looking at Amelia with a disgusting smile. But she remained calm and indifferent.
Amelia had wasted too much energy in the previous two rounds, which made her unable to dodge completely. Otherwise, Christian Ortiz would not have been able to hurt her.
Christian Ortiz took the initiative to attack, punching Amelia's face, and the audience's eyes lit up.