Her aqua-blue hair formed natural waves, and her dark green eyes shimmered with a watery arc of light. It was said that Claire Waters had a quarter of Roweisman blood. As one of the major groups among the humanoid alliance, a key feature of the Roweisman people was that, regardless of gender, their legs were exceptionally long.

Claire Waters had undoubtedly inherited this trait. Her beautiful legs made her stand out among the girls, and throughout the entire South Eagle Academy, there were only a handful of girls who could compare to her.

At the same time, Claire Waters was not only the class monitor of Class C-69, but also the student with the highest martial arts cultivation among all the third-year C-level classes.

Sparring with Claire Waters should have been a wonderful thing, but William Clark’s expression was rather unpleasant.

At this moment, a voice rang out, “Instructor Carter, isn’t it always me who spars with Captain Waters?”

The speaker was Richard Lane, a classmate who, like William Clark, was usually a hopeless case. However, Richard Lane’s older brother, Leonard Lane, was one of the twelve first-level martial artists in Class C-69, second only to Claire Waters.

“You?” Carter didn’t even look up. “What, are you so used to being at the bottom, hmm?”

Under Carter’s oppressive authority, Richard Lane didn’t dare say more, only glaring fiercely at William Clark.

As expected. William Clark sighed inwardly. Getting involved with a girl who was too beautiful often meant trouble.

A moment later, the 120 students finished grouping up. Carter closed the roster. “You all know the consequences of slacking off. Begin!”

None of the students dared say another word and hurriedly started training according to their groups. The sparring content was simple and monotonous: practicing the “Three Forms of Soldier’s Shape,” the only combat technique mastered by the vast majority of students. However, the benefits of such sparring were obvious. As a basic combat technique, the “Three Forms of Soldier’s Shape” was created to temper the body and condense internal energy.

Most of the students in third-year Class C-69 were still at the body-tempering stage. Even the twelve first-level martial artists had only just begun to condense their internal energy. Practicing the “Three Forms of Soldier’s Shape” more often was all benefit and no harm. With four days of closed special training, someone might even make a breakthrough.

However, William Clark was troubled at this moment. “Sigh, after the special training ends, that bastard Richard Lane will definitely come looking for trouble. Instructor Carter really set me up!”

Since first year, it had been common knowledge that Richard Lane was pursuing Claire Waters. It was said that this guy was from the Qian family in Luoshan City and had a brother like Leonard Lane. As a result, very few boys dared to confess to Claire Waters, since the consequences could be quite serious.

As a bottom-feeder in the class, William Clark usually liked to sneak glances at girls, but when it came to a beauty of Claire Waters’s level, he avoided her like the plague. Beauty was tempting, but his life was more important.

Given Richard Lane’s vengeful nature, William Clark had a feeling that after the four days of special training, he was definitely in for trouble.

“Whatever, whatever. If it’s fate, it’s fate; if it’s trouble, I can’t avoid it. The key is to enjoy the present.” With that thought, William Clark immediately cast his worries aside and began sparring move by move with Claire Waters.

He appeared to be seriously sparring, but William Clark’s gaze was sneakily roaming up and down, scanning Claire Waters from head to toe.

Tsk tsk, that aqua-blue hair looks so soft—I wonder what it feels like to touch; those dark green eyes are like cat’s eyes, no wonder so many boys are bewitched by her; and that slender waist—I bet I could wrap my hand around it; those beautiful legs are so long, round, and full of elasticity; it’s just a pity her chest is a bit small, but our Captain Waters is only sixteen, there’s plenty of room to grow...

William Clark had entered an unconscious, instinctive state—on the surface, he was seriously sparring with Claire Waters, but his roving eyes were secretly sizing her up and making mental comments. This skill was on par with his “sleeping with eyes open” trick, something others couldn’t even dream of mastering.

In short, the instincts of a lecher.

Off to the side of the training room, Instructor Carter watched, dangerous light flickering in his eyes. “This hopeless case—I was going to give him a chance, but it looks like he really is beyond saving.”

He opened the student roster. William Clark’s usual grade was 50 points. Carter picked up his pen, ready to mark it down to zero and kick this useless student out.

Just then, Instructor Carter suddenly narrowed his eyes, a look of anticipation appearing on his face.

Chapter 009: Advancing to Energy Condensation

Claire Waters was in a terrible mood. She had never met such a shameless boy.

Since entering South Eagle Academy, Claire Waters had never lacked suitors, but with the brothers Richard Lane and Leonard Lane around, not many boys dared to be too forward. This had saved Claire Waters a lot of trouble. Her goal was to become an outstanding martial artist, and she didn’t want to be distracted by other matters. She always kept her distance from boys.

She had seen her share of persistent boys—Richard Lane was a typical example, always finding excuses to get close to her. However, even Richard Lane maintained a certain level of politeness and composure on the surface. But William Clark in front of her was a completely different story.

Those half-open, half-closed eyes were actually constantly sneaking glances at her, and he hadn’t stopped since the sparring began.