Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Yunlan Master bent down to pick up a teacup. With a gentle squeeze, the cup instantly crumbled into dust.

“Do you understand now?” Yunlan Master asked.

Ye Fengyun wore a look of confusion. “Understand what?”

He had merely crushed a teacup. What was he supposed to understand from that?

Ye Fengyun was utterly perplexed.

Yunlan Master’s brows knit together. With a muffled grunt, he said, “I don’t want to bully the weak with my strength. Why don’t you spar with Mengxi instead? Though she’s a girl, she’s more than capable of handling you.”

Ye Fengyun glanced at Yun Mengxi, who was approaching him, and shook his head. “She’s not up to it.”

“What did you say?” Yun Mengxi’s brows furrowed.

“You can’t beat me,” Ye Fengyun replied. “Besides, your legs are too precious. I’d hate to see them get hurt.”

“You—!”

Fury flashed across Yun Mengxi’s face. How dare this ugly wretch look down on her?

“If you can even touch me, I’ll consider you the winner. How about that?” she said angrily.

“If I win,” Ye Fengyun asked, “will Yunlan Master grant me a request?”

“No,” Yun Mengxi replied, “if you beat me, I’ll grant you three requests.”

Ye Fengyun smiled. “Anything at all?”

“Anything,” Yun Mengxi answered without hesitation. To her, Ye Fengyun wasn’t even worth comparing to herself.

From a young age, she had trained in martial arts, participated in countless national free-fighting tournaments, and emerged victorious time and again, earning many honors.

As for Ye Fengyun, he was nothing more than an unremarkable, arrogant, and hideous wretch. Yun Mengxi was convinced she could utterly crush him.

“Very well.”

Ye Fengyun shrugged. Suddenly, like a phantom, he appeared behind Yun Mengxi and gently pinched her waist.

“Ah!”

The unexpected move caught Yun Mengxi completely off guard, and, sensitive as she was in that spot, she cried out involuntarily.

“You—!”

Realizing she’d lost her composure, Yun Mengxi flushed with shame and anger. But at the same time, she was shocked.

When did he get behind me?

“I win,” Ye Fengyun said.

“That doesn’t count! I didn’t say start yet!” Yun Mengxi protested hastily.

The smile had vanished from Yunlan Master’s face, replaced by a grave and solemn expression.

Though it lasted only a fleeting instant, Yunlan Master realized he had underestimated Ye Fengyun.

Ye Fengyun’s speed just now was simply too fast—even he might not have been able to react in time.

Ye Fengyun shrugged. “Alright then, you give the signal, and we’ll start.”

Now standing face to face with Ye Fengyun, Yun Mengxi no longer dared to look down on him.

She kicked off her high heels, revealing a pair of snow-white, delicate toes before Ye Fengyun.

“It hurts to fight without shoes, you know,” Ye Fengyun reminded her.

“Start!” Yun Mengxi charged straight at Ye Fengyun.

“Oh ho, starting with a sneak attack?”

Ye Fengyun grinned. This woman did have a few tricks up her sleeve, but to him, such ploys were childish and naive.