Anton, standing off to the side, couldn't help but nudge the instructor of Class Three. He was struggling not to laugh. "Man, your kids are so naive."
The instructor, still nursing a tooth that Lyra had loosened the day before, showed no sympathy. "That young man needs to learn you can't judge a book by its cover. Pretty faces can be deadly!"
Facing her opponent's condescending look, Lyra nodded confidently. "Don't worry about it."
Before the boy could react, the mat bounced, and Lyra's delicate features blurred as she moved swiftly.
BAM!
Her punch landed squarely on his stomach, making him bend over like a shrimp.
The onlookers were stunned, shifting their chatter from her looks to her impressive fighting skills.
Shocked, the boy tried to grab Lyra, but she was too agile. She sidestepped, spun around, and swept her leg at him.
