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The instructor took off his coat and placed it on the wooden stake, stretched his shoulders a couple of times, and waved to Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin walked to the center of the field and stood there casually, without any pretense, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

"You go first," the instructor said sternly.

Xiao Jin didn't refuse, took a step forward, and reached out to the instructor's shoulder.

Not too fast, not too slow, with a hint of probing.

The instructor stepped aside and reached out to grab Xiao Jin's wrist from the side. Xiao Jin withdrew his hand and took a step back, and the distance between the two returned to what it was at the beginning.

After testing each other three or four times, they finally made a real connection.

The instructor's boxing style was much more solid than that of the trainees. When he threw a punch, his shoulder did not move forward significantly, and his retraction was also steady.

Xiao Jin's response has also become much more restrained. Unlike before, when he would run away from people, he now knows when to dodge and when to engage, striking the perfect balance.

The two exchanged blows for more than a dozen moves, occasionally their fists clashing with a dull thud, but neither actually landed a hit on the other.

The sidelines fell silent; even the students watching were quiet, staring intently at the center of the field.

Niannian squatted behind the wooden stake, chin resting on her knees, watched for a while, and then whispered to Xiaoxiao next to her:

"Little Jin is starting to put on an act too; he's just messing around with him."

Xiao Xiao also noticed: "He held back his strength, probably to save face for that instructor."

Luo Nannan squatted down next to Niannian, tilted her head and watched for a while, then pointed to the instructor's right foot and said:

"His right foot is half a beat slower than his left foot. Every time he turns, his left foot moves first, and then his right foot follows."

Niannian glanced at it a few times and it seemed to make sense, but Xiao Jin didn't hit in that direction.

After nearly fifteen minutes, the instructor took a step forward and shoved his shoulder into Xiao Jin's chest.

Xiao Jin didn't take the hit head-on. Instead, she sidestepped him, casually placing a hand on his shoulder to help her take two steps back. Once she was steady, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"That was close, I almost didn't dodge it."

The instructor stopped, took a breath, glanced at Xiao Jin, his face turning pale and then red, and remained silent.

His collision just now was a real feat; the angle, timing, and force were all perfectly timed. If the other person had reacted even a fraction slower, they would have taken the full force of the blow.

But the child not only avoided it, but also took advantage of the momentum to deflect the impact.

The whole movement was so smooth, as if they knew in advance where he was going to crash into.

The instructor loosened his shoulders, pulled down the collar of his training uniform, and lowered his voice:

"How long have you been practicing?"

Xiao Jin thought for a moment: "Not long."

He wasn't lying; it was just a purely instinctive reaction that didn't require any thought. Why would he need to learn it?

If he were to unleash his physical strength, he could slap this big guy in front of him to pieces.

The instructor didn't press further, but nodded: "You won."

He could also tell that the little brat in front of him wasn't taking it seriously at all.

Xiao Jin rubbed his hands together, glanced in Niannian's direction, and then turned back:

"Actually, you're quite impressive. If it had been someone else, they probably would have been hit too."

The instructor smiled, his expression more relaxed than before, but still somewhat heavy, as if he had something on his mind that he hadn't said.

He looked at his hands, then at Xiao Jin:

"I used to train with people when I was young, but I didn't continue for various reasons."

If our top students were here, you might not have escaped unscathed today.

Those few were instructors from the Battle Heaven Sect; they had a deep foundation.

Xiao Jin pursed his lips and didn't reply, but the instructor noticed his expression and didn't say anything more, just glanced at him.

Just then, the crowd on the periphery suddenly became agitated.

The sound came from the direction of the training ground entrance, first with a series of hurried footsteps, then someone shouted:

"The eldest brother is here!"

"And Senior Sister too! They're here too!"

"Really? Didn't they go out with the Battle Heaven Sect?"

"I'm back! I'm back! I just got back from outside!"

The trainees parted to both sides like wheat fields swaying in the wind.

Everyone craned their necks to look towards the entrance, their faces showing a mixture of respect, fear, and excitement, as if they were witnessing some extraordinary figure making an appearance.

"That short guy on stage is going to be in trouble now."

"That's not necessarily true. Didn't you see he just beat the coach?"

"A coach is a coach, but our senior brothers have gone on training expeditions with the Zhan Tian Sect and killed man-eating monsters. How can you compare them?"

"That's right, I reckon he'd be beaten to a pulp in two moves! Let's see how arrogant he can be then."

"How long do you think it will take our senior brother to take him down?"

I'll bet three moves.

I'll bet two times.

"If Senior Sister makes a move, one move should be enough, right?"

The discussions grew louder and louder, like boiling water.

The crowd parted to the sides, leaving a passage.

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