Guo Conghu wasnât a sore loserâheâd been defeated before. When training under his master, heâd attacked with all his might, only for the sixty-year-old to flick him three meters away. That lesson taught him there was always someone stronger.
But losing to Jiang Feng? Unacceptable!
Jiang Feng was a joke in their circle. Losing to him meant Guo Conghu was less than a jokeâa blow his pride couldnât take.
Breathing heavily, eyes bloodshot, Guo Conghu glared at Jiang Feng, voice hoarse. âHowâd you do it?â
Chen Siran shared his curiosity, her gaze fixed on Jiang Fengânot out of infatuation, but to understand his transformation.
âCanât say,â Jiang Feng replied coolly.
Guo Conghu roared, âD*mn it, youâre mocking me! You knew my left handâs injured, didnât you?â
Jiang Feng smiled faintly, offering no explanation.
Guo Conghu, nearly unhinged, shouted, âAgain!â
âExactly my planâIâll break your leg,â Jiang Feng said, each word deliberate.
Guo Conghu paused, then grinned cruelly. âBreak my leg? That little strength wonât cut it. Give me everything.â
Before his words settled, Guo Conghu charged like a gale, his kick thundering toward Jiang Fengâs chest. This time, Jiang Feng didnât dodge. He countered with a kickânot to Guo Conghuâs chest, but his groin.
âShameless!â Guo Conghuâs face reddened, hastily retracting his leg to block with his knee.
Jiang Feng hadnât intended to neuter himâjust baited the switch. His foot twisted midair, slamming toward Guo Conghuâs knee.
Guo Conghuâs battle instincts kicked in, recognizing the threat. He retreated, dodging, then surged forward, aiming a slicing kick at Jiang Fengâs waist. If it landed, Jiang Feng might spend his life bedridden.
Jiang Feng vanished from Guo Conghuâs sight. Guo Conghu blinked, feeling a chill at his back. Spinning, he lashed out with a side kick.
Bang!
Their feet collided midair. Jiang Feng stepped back; Guo Conghu laughed, âCome on!â
Jiang Feng grinned, moving like the wind, kicking again. Guo Conghu matched him instantly.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
They traded blows relentlessly, neither yielding, legs clashing with fierce gusts.
Chen Siran, watching, flushed slightly, her eyes glued to Jiang Feng, her curiosity brimming. He seemed to like a complete stranger to her now.
Guo Conghu roared, frustrated, unable to overpower Jiang Feng despite relentless attacks.
Jiang Feng wasnât faring easily either. Guo Conghuâs external martial arts centered on his legs, iron-hard from his ox-like frame. Each clash troubled Jiang Feng, numbing his shins. His nightly herbal baths had saved him from worseâwithout them, heâd be in trouble.
Still, Guo Conghuâs explosive power impressed him. With proper guidance, Guo Conghu could shine in time.
âWhyâd you get so strong?â Guo Conghu demanded.
âIâll tell you after breaking your leg,â Jiang Feng replied, unwavering.
This was his first true fight since his rebirth. Like Guo Conghu, he refused to lose.
Tempers flared, sparking another round of attacks. They fought like madmen, trading kicks, pushing their bodies to outlast the other.
Jiang Feng lost count of their clashesâhis shinbones felt near fracture.
Guo Conghu, panting, wasnât much better.
With a stomp, Jiang Feng launched forward, propelled by the groundâs rebound.
Guo Conghuâs rugged face twisted ferociously. Instead of retreating, he charged, leg raised high, ready to make Jiang Feng pay.
But he missedâJiang Feng had slipped to his left, arms reaching for Guo Conghuâs left arm.
Guo Conghuâs face paled. He couldnât believe Jiang Fengâs audacity, targeting his known weakness again.
Jiang Feng felt no guilt. Even in a test of strength, not life-or-death, subduing an opponent justified any means, fair or not.
Bang!
For the second time, Guo Conghu was flung, crashing face-first into the dirt.
Jiang Feng glided over, flashing a friendly grin, white teeth gleaming. Before the smile faded, his right foot rose, aiming for Guo Conghuâs right knee.
Joints were fragileâshattered, they rarely healed fully.
Guo Conghu, no stranger to injuries, knew Jiang Fengâs intent instantly. Terror gripped him, eyes wide with dread.
Too drained to dodge, too proud to beg, he froze.
Chen Siran sensed disaster, her serene face paling. She tried to stop Jiang Feng but was too late.
As Jiang Fengâs foot descended to crush Guo Conghuâs knee, Chen Siran screamed.
âWhat are you doing?â a furious voice rang out.
Jiang Feng turned, spotting a familiar figure rushing toward him. Frowning, he muttered a curse.
Shrugging helplessly, he pulled Guo Conghu up. âCongrats, you dodged a bullet.â
Guo Conghu, drenched in cold sweat, scrambled up, legs trembling. Outsiders might miss the gravity of that moment, but he knewâJiang Feng meant to break his leg and nearly did.
For the first time, Guo Conghu felt deathâs shadow. Pale and unsteady, he followed the voice, seeing a womanâdecent-looking but unfamiliar.
Why did Jiang Feng, fearless enough to maim, heed her? Was she his lover?
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Sometimes, man and woman shared other bondsâlike student and teacher. And if that teacher had a fiery temper, trouble loomed.
Jiang Feng briefly considered fleeing.
All three turned to the newcomer.
Jiang Fengâs last-second restraint relieved Chen Siran, who studied the woman.
She wore a white blouse tucked into faded jeans, paired with canvas shoesâsporty yet casual. Her short hair, neatly styled, danced as she ran, blending strength and wild beauty. Despite her fury, her soft features and wheat-toned skin added unique allure. Even Chen Siran admired her.
The woman sprinted to Jiang Feng, scolding, âWhat are you doing?â
Jiang Feng gave a wry smile. âYou saw it.â
âExplain,â she demanded, heart sinking. A student this brazenâwhat bad luck she had.
âNothing to explain. If thatâs all, Iâm gone,â Jiang Feng said, turning to leave.
She grabbed his arm, urgent. âNot until you explain.â
Jiang Feng felt warmth and softnessâher chest pressed against his arm. Glancing down, he hesitated, unsure whether to pull away or linger.
Noticing his odd look, she glanced down, flung his arm away, and blushed furiously. âPervert!â
Jiang Feng was speechlessâunfairly accused.
Guo Conghu snickered, amused either by her accusation or Jiang Fengâs discomfort.
“Don’t laugh!”
“Don’t laugh!”
Jiang Feng and the woman snapped in unison.
They exchanged a glance.
She huffed, pointing at Guo Conghu, exasperated. âYour name? Class? Counselor? Whyâre you fighting?â
Guo Conghuâs face flushed with shame, wishing for a hole to hide in under her barrage.