Quinn Cooper, who was hiding in the corner, watched the scene with excitement, wanting to scream and silently thinking, "Yes, that's it. Crush Amelia underfoot, it would be even better if you destroy her face."
Noah Foster, who had just come after the fight, happened to witness the scene. He clenched his fists and almost couldn't resist rushing up to kill Christian Ortiz.
His fist came quickly, aiming directly at her face, but Amelia quickly dodged, agilely moving to the side, and the fist whistled past her cheek without hurting her.
Christian Ortiz, however, sniffed his fist in a sleazy manner. "This delicate little thing, it wouldn't be good if I accidentally hit something I shouldn't."
Amelia was angry. She had a serious aversion to germs and dirt, and fighting was one thing, but how could she tolerate someone grossing her out.
Christian Ortiz taunted her, waving his hand in invitation. "Come on, let's continue!"
Amelia's eyes narrowed, and she charged forward. Suddenly, the calm and composed Christian Ortiz let out a scream as Amelia grabbed one of his fingers and viciously bent it backwards. With a crisp snap, everyone seemed to hear the sound of his finger bone breaking. While he was gasping in pain, Amelia punched him in the temple.
Christian Ortiz's entire head became dizzy and he began to see stars. He couldn't see Amelia clearly anymore and his steps began to stagger.
Amelia glanced at the instructor. She was still gentle and weak-looking, but her strikes were sharp and fierce, always aimed at the same spot - his temple.
Christian Ortiz suddenly fell to the ground, howling in pain!
Amelia looked at the instructor again. The instructor finally understood what her look meant - if he didn't declare Christian Ortiz's defeat, her fist would keep striking that same spot until he was completely immobilized.
"Stop, this round goes to Amelia!"
The audience fell silent, unsure if Amelia had been too ruthless, which shocked everyone.
Once again, Amelia won! Although it was a bit difficult against Christian Ortiz, she couldn't lose. She didn't have to resort to such extreme measures, but who made her angry!
Christian Ortiz was originally an extremely tough opponent. He inexplicably lost in the first round to Amelia, and now his misfortune continued. In the second round, Christian Ortiz's opponent encountered Logan Hunter, who was like a rock meeting a diamond. Logan Hunter was a person who could break a wolf's skull with one punch, and their match became the most brutal one in the assessment field.
Christian Ortiz's muscles were no match for Logan Hunter, who kept targeting painful areas without attacking vital spots with his fists and feet.
"Oh my god, these two fighters are terrifying. They're about to break that thick railing."
"If that punch connects, he'll break his bones!"
This fight lasted a long time, with Christian Ortiz completely suppressed and unable to find a way out. Meanwhile, Logan Hunter controlled his strength, not allowing him to lose face and give up, forcing him to keep running and screaming in pain.
The honest and simple-minded Logan Hunter pursued him closely from behind.
Noah Foster clenched his fists and happily shouted from the sidelines, "Great job, that punch was good, and that kick was great."
The onlookers didn't know what to say.
"Um... why do I feel like it's a bit funny?"
"Haha, it is pretty funny. Christian Ortiz, who always bullies others with his fighting skills, didn't expect to have such a day."
Even the instructor couldn't stand it anymore and declared Logan Hunter the winner. This one-sided beating finally came to an end. Logan Hunter's honest appearance made the instructor want to say something to him, but he didn't know how to start.
Amelia watched Noah Foster jump up and down with soft eyes, thinking that the honest Logan Hunter came up with such a sneaky move, which must have been taught by Noah Foster. She liked his cunning personality.
Poor Christian Ortiz lost two games in a row and lost his chance to compete in the following fights. Despite his strong physique, he scored zero in the fighting category.
It didn't end there. After the match, Noah Foster found a stick as thick as an arm and beat Christian Ortiz himself. "You dared to mess with someone I'm protecting. You really don't know how to spell the word 'death'."
But it still wasn't over. Christian Ortiz heard a cold and domineering voice before passing out. "Remove his right hand and check if the Lei family has done anything wrong recently."
Dizzy and confused, Christian Ortiz realized that he was finished and might have implicated his family. He thought he was tricked by Quinn Cooper into offending someone he shouldn't have. He regretted it deeply.
In the final round, there were no surprises, and Amelia won again.
Three wins in a row, full marks.
Two full marks and two zeros, such a significant difference in scores made Amelia the focus once again, with only the last category remaining.
"If she gets full marks in the last category, she'll pass the graduation assessment."
"How is that possible? The last category is shooting, even if you're a skilled shooter, it's impossible not to make any mistakes. There are a total of twenty shots, each must hit the bullseye."
"Indeed, who has such steady hands and such good marksmanship?"
"A weakling getting eliminated, what's the big deal? You guys, the guys, just like flies buzzing around someone who looks good. Even if she got into Saint Hua, who knows if she's just a mistress kept by some wealthy man!"
Whether with good or bad intentions, Amelia's face, which had a natural halo, was destined to be the focus of attention.
I really don't know what would happen if her face wasn't covered up!
At the shooting range, students lined up in long queues, listening to the constant sound of gunfire from the front, ringing in their ears! The instructor held a loudspeaker and constantly announced who hit how many rings, how many points they scored.
There was an inexplicable increase in tension. But Amelia wasn't nervous.
She had been learning with Tyler Davis for so many years, what was there to be nervous about?
She was at the far end of a line, listening to the data of a male student in front of her, who hit two nines, five eights, and some miscellaneous ones, passing but not excellent, excitedly shouting.
When it was her turn, she calmly walked up, skillfully loaded the bullets, straightened her arm, held the gun with one hand, and held the magazine position with her left palm.
Her palm, which had been torn and bruised from doing pull-ups and sit-ups, was wrapped in two layers of gauze, causing a slight stinging sensation, but it didn't affect her shooting.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
Amelia's eyes flickered, and she actually stopped and didn't shoot.
She took a few steps back and walked toward the instructor.
The curious students around her started discussing.
"Look, she probably gave up after missing the first shot."
"Anyway, it's impossible to get a perfect score. It's normal to give up if you can't handle the pressure."
"Exactly, it's not easy to get into Saint Hua."
Only Noah Foster felt that Amelia couldn't have given up. Even if she failed, Amelia would do her best. She was puzzled as to what had happened to make Amelia interrupt the assessment.