297: Chapter 296: Sorry, I’m Late!
297: Chapter 296: Sorry, I’m Late!
Drinking halfway through, Tangyu received a call from Fang Yishui, urging him to go to Donglin University.
Having agreed to Fang Yishui’s request, Tangyu didn’t dare to refuse, so he quickly explained the situation to everyone and hailed a taxi to rush to Donglin University.
Arriving at the school, it was already seven o’clock, time for the seven o’clock match.
Checking his phone, he found more than a dozen missed calls, probably because it was too noisy in the cab and he hadn’t heard it ring.
Picking up his pace, Tangyu walked into Donglin University, only to realize he had no idea where the Sanda gym was.
Just as he was about to ask a student for directions, he heard a painful cry of “Ouch!”
Following the sound, Tangyu’s eyes narrowed slightly because what came into view were two beautifully toned, snow-white legs.
The figure was quite sexy, and the face was exceptionally good-looking too.
While not quite on the same level as Guo Momo, this girl could definitely be considered a knockout—a solid six out of ten.
Seeing such a beautiful girl fall to the ground, any man would surely rush over to help, right?
It’s such a great opportunity that only a fool would let slip by.
Of course, Tangyu walked over too, but his intentions weren’t so complex; he just wanted to do what a well-mannered man should do in such situations.
“Beautiful, what happened to you?” Tangyu approached the girl and asked seriously, though his gaze inadvertently lingered on her body a few times.
She was indeed boldly dressed, wearing a low-cut top—sitting on the ground facilitated a view where her fair, half-exposed bosom was nearly spilling out.
The scanty clothing indicated she was a sexy creature.
Modern university students are so liberated that it’s almost unbearable to look straight at them.
“I twisted my ankle,” the girl said pitifully.
Her soft and numbing tone inevitably stirred a sense of pity in anyone who heard it.
“Let me take a look,” Tangyu offered, definitely applying his medical ethics as he checked her over.
However, he didn’t see any swelling as he looked her over, and just as he was about to ask her about it, a thought suddenly struck him: “There’s killing intent.”
Tangyu shivered instantly, his expression turning icy in a flash, without a moment’s hesitation, his body sharply leaned backward.
At the same time, a flash of cold light shot towards him.
The girl who had seemed pitifully adorable just moments ago had become somewhat sinister, thrusting a knife directly at Tangyu’s vital spot—it was an attempt on his life.
Tangyu fell to the ground, his hands hitting the cement forcefully as he flipped backward, then settled back onto the ground.
Avoiding the excellent sneak attack, the female assassin’s eyes momentarily flashed with an odd expression, but she immediately stood up, brandishing her combat knife as she thrust it toward Tangyu, its chilling gleam piercingly cold.
Tangyu’s hand moved like lightning to grab the assassin’s wrist tightly.
At this moment, there was no room for tenderness or mercy from Tangyu as he turned the assassin’s pale wrist red.
It had to be said, the delicate skin was indeed pleasant to the touch, but Tangyu didn’t have the time or inclination to appreciate the beauty of the assassin before him.
No matter how beautiful, anything seeking to harm him was poison.
“It’s a shame that such a beauty is an assassin.
Although I usually don’t lay my hands on women, especially beautiful ones like you, I never show mercy to those who want to kill me,” Tangyu said coldly.
The female assassin’s abilities were not that strong; their lethality was in the seduction and the sneak attack.
If Tangyu didn’t have a heightened sense of danger, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to avoid that lethal strike; had he failed to dodge, death would have been his only fate today.
“So you have some gentlemanly demeanor, but in my eyes, you’re just my target, someone I must execute.
I underestimated you,” the female assassin said icily, her voice devoid of emotion.
“Who sent you to kill me?” Tangyu asked.
“If you’re dead, I’ll tell you,” the female assassin replied.
Tangyu shook his head.
“Forget it, it seems I won’t get anything out of you.
I don’t like using force on women, but I also don’t like the feeling of being watched in secret, so I’ll have to force you to speak.”
“Humph,” the female assassin snorted coldly; her grip on the combat knife loosened, letting it fall as she suddenly reached with lightning speed for another strike, rushing towards Tangyu with renewed ferocity.
Unruffled, Tangyu grabbed the assassin’s other hand, letting go with one while smacking a palm towards his opponent, unfortunately landing on the high-rising mounds of her chest, which proved to be quite resilient.
The female assassin cried out in pain and stumbled backward, massaging her chest forcefully—a sight that would no doubt make any bystander’s nose bleed.
The feel wasn’t too bad, a pity it wasn’t very large.
“Despicable, lewd,” the female assassin accused angrily.
“In battle, there’s no distinction between sexes; I only see you as my opponent, so there’s no question of despicableness or lewdness.
An old saying goes, ‘All’s fair in war.'”, Tangyu responded.
“Humph, you Huaxia people are shameless and lecherous,” the female assassin spat furiously.
Tangyu was momentarily taken aback; what did she mean by that?
She wasn’t from Huaxia?
Yet she spoke the Huaxia language so well…
In that moment of hesitation, the female assassin turned and dashed towards the nearby woods, her speed astonishing.
If Tangyu truly sought to catch up, it wouldn’t be difficult—Tangyu didn’t like the feeling of being secretly targeted.
If assassins kept popping out for sneak attacks, it would really frustrate him.
Tangyu was somewhat doubtful whether it could be someone from the Zhou Family, but then he thought it was impossible, unless they could disregard Zhou Tao’s safety.
Otherwise, they would definitely not do such a thing.
“Tangyu.” Just as Tangyu was about to chase after her, a voice called out to him.
He turned his head and to his surprise, it was Song Qingyu.
Song Qingyu quickly ran over, “What just happened?”
Looking back, Tangyu saw no trace of the female assassin.
He slightly furrowed his brow but soon let it go and said, “Nothing much, just ran into a strange girl.
By the way, Qingyu, what are you doing at the school?”
“Oh, I just had some things to take care of nearby, and when I passed by and saw you, I came over to check it out.
Since there’s nothing wrong, I’ll take my leave now; I still have things to do,” replied Song Qingyu.
“Sure, you go ahead,” Tangyu nodded, watching Song Qingyu’s retreating figure for a good while before turning away.
After asking a student for directions, Tangyu rushed toward the Sanda Gym; he was already more than ten minutes late.
The Sanda Gym was extremely lively today; the president of the Donglin University Sanda Association, also known as the top master of Donglin University, Jia Ye, was about to publicly compete with someone.
This news naturally exploded at Donglin University, and many people came to watch the excitement.
Of course, most of them were girls; Jia Ye was also one of the Four Young Masters of Donglin University.
His family’s status and looks were definitely the focus of many girls’ fantasies.
The Sanda Gym, which could accommodate about two hundred spectators, was now packed to the brim.
However, the atmosphere inside was chaotic.
He Ye, dressed in white loose clothing, exuded a sense of sturdiness and strength, radiating a feeling of security.
Tall and powerful yet not lacking in handsomeness.
He had successfully blended these two aspects together.
His smile alone was enough to provoke screams and infatuation from many girls.
Fang Yishui, in her sportswear, stood anxiously, considering another call to Tangyu, but no one answered despite the many attempts.
She cursed in her heart, wondering if she was being stood up.
Didn’t they just agree to come over?
Without Tangyu, Fang Yishui genuinely felt devoid of confidence.
“Fang Yishui, is your master coming or not?
It’s been over ten minutes.
I can wait, but you surely don’t expect hundreds of people to wait with me, do you?” He Ye’s mouth curled into a disdainful smirk.
Fang Yishui was anxious too, but what could she do if Tangyu just wouldn’t show up?
“I…
I’ll try calling again.
It might just be a traffic jam.
It’s only been ten minutes, what’s the hurry?” Fang Yishui bit her lip, feeling her face burning.
If Tangyu really stood her up, she would lose face completely with so many people watching.
“Hmph, fine, I’ll wait five more minutes.
Just five minutes.
If he doesn’t show up, I have the patience, but these people don’t.
I don’t want to tarnish my reputation because of this,” He Ye said with a light laugh.
“Fang Yishui, I think your master is too scared to come, wetting his pants.
What’s the meaning of this?”
“Exactly, such arrogance to make all of these people wait!
If he doesn’t dare come, just admit defeat.
He’s bound to lose anyway; I think he’s just scared.”
“Haha, Fang Yishui, you’ve chosen the wrong side this time.
You should’ve joined the Sanda Association.
With me personally coaching you, you could achieve something significant with your martial arts talent,” mocked one voice after another.
Fang Yishui’s face reddened as the snide remarks rose, and she was so frustrated her teeth clenched.
No one answered her calls because Tangyu had already arrived at the door; there was no need to answer.
Seeing the ignored calls added to Fang Yishui’s irritation, and she silently cursed Tangyu.
Biting down hard, she turned to He Ye and said, “I forgot to tell you.
My master will not compete with you today.
The person you’ll be facing is me.
I was waiting for my master just to have him witness this.”
“You?” He Ye was taken aback, looking at Fang Yishui.
“Yes, that’s right.
Can’t I represent my master?
It’s common for disciples to fight on their master’s behalf.
If you want to challenge my master, you must first get past me,” Fang Yishui declared.
Boom—
The entire place instantly erupted into noise, filled with mockery, scornful laughter, contempt, and hisses, making Fang Yishui wish she could block her ears.
“Heh, your master doesn’t dare to show up, and you’re just bullheadedly taking his place?
I admire your courage, but I don’t want to bully you.
Let your master come instead; otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for me to spread the word that I bullied a girl.
Fang Yishui, I’ve told you before to join my Sanda Association.
With me personally instructing you, your innate talent in martial arts would surely bring you achievements.
But instead, you insist on learning Tai Chi from someone as cowardly as a mouse?
Heh, what’s the point of those flowery movements that old people use for exercise?” He Ye scoffed disdainfully.
Fang Yishui’s expression turned icy as she glared at He Ye, “You can criticize me, but I won’t allow you to speak of my master like that, nor will I tolerate you insulting the Profound Meaning of Tai Chi.
The power of our Huaxia Country’s ancient martial arts is beyond what someone like you, who fawns over foreign things, can understand.
Enough talk.
If you have the guts, try defeating me before you boast about how great your Sanda is.
Today, I’m going to make you lose convincingly and show you the true prowess of our Huaxia National Arts.”
“Hmph, that’s just laughable.
Even if I beat you, I wouldn’t feel the slightest bit glorified,” He Ye replied coldly, obviously irritated by Fang Yishui’s rebuke.