TFWYH – Chapter 293 The Two Fight

As the saying goes: If I can’t beat you with words, I can beat you with fists. If I can’t beat you with fists, can’t I still scheme you to death?

So where does this so-called “number one under heaven” come from?

If there really were one, then it would only be Big Brother—when it comes to being devious, he’s number one in the world.

So little Ling Chen spoke up, “I understand now. From now on, I’ll be a smart person. If I can’t beat someone, I’ll run. If I can’t outrun them, I’ll scheme them to death!”

Tang Wan nodded in satisfaction. “A child worth teaching!”

Ling Sheng, who had witnessed the entire scene: …

Is this really how Tang Wan usually teaches children?

This is a bit different from what he imagined!

Aside from all this daily life, Ji Wushuang continued to freeload meals as usual!

He had completely fallen in love with the food at Tang Wan’s house—if he went a day without eating it, his whole body felt uncomfortable.

Ling Sheng had been staying at Tang Wan’s place every day, and after seeing Ji Wushuang so often, familiarity naturally grew. Seeing that Ji Wushuang carried a sword, he knew the man practiced martial arts and even asked him for pointers.

Under normal circumstances, Ji Wushuang wouldn’t bother with common folk like these. But this person was Tang Wan’s husband’s cousin—rounding it up, he counted as an acquaintance!

Since an acquaintance had asked, he couldn’t very well refuse to give some “guidance” (perfunctory though it might be).

“Martial artists all have their own weapons. If you want to learn martial arts, the first thing is to determine your weapon. Take me, for example—my weapon is the sword. When the sword lives, I live; when the sword dies, I die!”

Ling Sheng didn’t quite buy that. “But Wan-niang doesn’t have her own weapon either!”

Ji Wushuang said with a look of pride, “That’s why she’s not my match!”

“Oh.” Ling Sheng nodded, then waved enthusiastically toward Tang Wan, who had just come out of the laboratory. “Wan-niang, he says you’re not his match!”

Ji Wushuang’s eye twitched violently. He quickly turned around—only then did he realize Tang Wan was indeed out.

Tang Wan walked over expressionlessly, cracking her knuckles.

Ji Wushuang hurried to explain, “I was just saying it casually. I didn’t mean to look down on you!”

Tang Wan didn’t bother wasting words with him. She rushed forward and threw a punch.

Ji Wushuang hastily dodged. “Hey! A gentleman uses words, not fists! Can’t you take a joke?”

“I’m a woman!” Tang Wan raised her small pink fist again and attacked without another word.

Ji Wushuang lifted his hand to block her punch, and in the next instant, his expression changed.

That fist was small and delicate, pink and tender—but the force behind it was terrifying. When it struck his palm, it felt as if an invisible surge of energy followed through.

Ji Wushuang was forced back several large steps. He raised his hand, only to hear cracking sounds coming from his joints.

Grabbing his shoulder, Ji Wushuang barely managed to realign the bones, staring at Tang Wan as if he’d seen a ghost.

A bead of cold sweat slid down from his temple.

If he hadn’t had inner strength and ample experience, his hand would have been ruined just now.

Tang Wan flicked her skirt aside. Her black dress fluttered as she raised a hand and beckoned at him, exuding max-level swagger. “Again!”

Ji Wushuang narrowed his eyes dangerously and finally began to take this woman seriously.

He had heard that Tang Wan knew martial arts and had even beaten a dire beast to death.

But he’d never taken it to heart, assuming Ling Chen had exaggerated.

Now it seemed he had underestimated her.

He had practiced martial arts since childhood—could he really be inferior to a woman?

Ji Wushuang’s competitive spirit was ignited. In the next moment, instead of retreating, he surged forward toward Tang Wan.

Tang Wan blocked his punch with one hand while the other went straight for his lower body.

Ji Wushuang’s brow twitched. He clamped his legs together and struck out with a palm.

For a time, the two fought fiercely, neither giving ground.

Ji Wushuang had trained in martial arts from a young age; his swordsmanship and boxing were all orthodox styles.

Tang Wan, however, used cunning, unconventional techniques, wielding ancient martial boxing styles with smooth, flowing ease.

At times it was Praying Mantis Fist, at times Xingyi Quan, at times Wing Chun… and she even mixed in modern combat grappling techniques for good measure.

Ji Wushuang had never seen such moves before and was caught completely off guard, gradually showing signs of being pushed into a disadvantage.