445: Chapter 445: [Little Qiao Sister] 445: Chapter 445: [Little Qiao Sister] “Alright, I’m done playing with you guys!
I should be going, my wife has already warmed the bed for me at home!” Ye Chenfeng turned around to leave.
But Qiao Xiyue and Leng Ying, still fuming, weren’t about to let Ye Chenfeng leave so easily, especially Qiao Xiyue, who stepped forward to block his way.
“Stop right there, you’re not going anywhere!”
Ye Chenfeng was a bit puzzled and couldn’t help saying, “Girl, have you taken a fancy to me?
What do you mean by not letting me go?”
The girl in front of him scowled fiercely, though she seemed somewhat willful, Ye Chenfeng felt she was much more agreeable than Ji Qiushui, at least he could sense that Qiao Xiyue was a woman, whereas he couldn’t detect even a hint of femininity from Ji Qiushui.
Having one Chu Qingxue was already enough for him to handle, Ye Chenfeng didn’t wish to get entangled with another.
“Pah, as if I would fancy you!
You must apologize to our General today, or you can forget about leaving this place!
I, Qiao Xiyue, won’t let you off!” Qiao Xiyue insisted that Ye Chenfeng apologize to Ji Qiushui.
“Little Qiao?” Ye Chenfeng called out.
Qiao Xiyue was startled and then asked, “Are you calling me?”
“Yeah, Little Qiao, so what if I don’t apologize?
Am I wrong?” Ye Chenfeng countered.
“You scoundrel, you’re practically asking for death!” Qiao Xiyue trembled with anger.
Ye Chenfeng smoothed his hair on his forehead and slowly said, “Are you saying you intend to act shamelessly?”
“So what if I’m being shameless, what can you do about it,” Qiao Xiyue retorted, bringing her face closer.
In her state of rage, Qiao Xiyue lashed out, slapping Ye Chenfeng’s hand away and closing in with her body, her right knee shooting up and striking fiercely toward Ye Chenfeng’s abdomen, a move of great power and violent attack power!
“Muay Thai!”
After being modified, it was widely used in the military.
Ye Chenfeng’s eyes shone fiercely, and he subtly shifted his body to skillfully dodge Qiao Xiyue’s strike.
“Eh?”
As Qiao Xiyue’s attack missed, confusion filled her heart.
She knew her own abilities well; her Muay Thai was so good that even a dozen Reconnaissance soldiers couldn’t get close to her, let alone in such a sudden assault.
Not to mention Ye Chenfeng, even some formidable mercenaries from abroad had been hit to the point of vomiting blood.
How could this seemingly spoiled young master Ye Chenfeng dodge it so easily?
But things often turn out unexpectedly, and Ye Chenfeng had dodged it, with apparent ease.
Having missed her strike, Qiao Xiyue’s eyes shone brightly, her delicate right arm suddenly transforming into something akin to a steel rod or iron stick.
It bent like lightning, too fast for the naked eye to follow, and her right elbow slammed toward Ye Chenfeng, hammer-like!
With a cheap cigarette still dangling from the corner of his mouth, Ye Chenfeng took a deep drag, seemingly indifferent to Qiao Xiyue’s fierce attack.
“Ding!”
His expression remained cool and detached, almost mocking; his not-so-tall figure shifted slightly, one hand holding the cigarette while the other, with the index and middle fingers tightly together, lightly tapped Qiao Xiyue’s right elbow.
“Gah!”
It wasn’t just Qiao Xiyue who was stunned, but also her comrade Leng Ying.
Others might not know Qiao Xiyue’s weight in gold, but she knew it all too well.
A few months ago, Qiao Xiyue’s Muay Thai had broken the leg of an active-duty African mercenary, and now this seemingly tyrannical elbow strike was effortlessly deflected by Ye Chenfeng’s two fingers.
“Hiss!”
A pained exclamation jolted everyone, and then Qiao Xiyue clutched her right elbow, her expression twisted in pain, with beads of sweat even forming on her forehead.
The pain from Ye Chenfeng’s seemingly casual block was hers alone to know; it felt as if needle points were piercing her nails, a deep, heartfelt pain.
She had met a master!
“Wow, little sister Qiao, what’s wrong?
Could it be that my handsome radiance is too overwhelming and hurt you?”
“Let go of Xiyue!”
Leng Ying also rushed in, but Ye Chenfeng easily controlled her with his other hand.
“Enough!”
At that moment, a voice as cold as shards of ice suddenly rang out.
“Whoosh!”
A punch came suddenly, whistling through the air and stirring Ye Chenfeng’s hair.
Sensing a tremendous pressure, Ye Chenfeng dared not take it lightly and quickly pushed Qiao Xiyue and Leng Ying away.
“Bang!”
Then, Ye Chenfeng threw a punch in return.
When the fists met, it was like sparks hitting the earth.
“Thud, thud, thud…”
As the powerful recoil hit, Ye Chenfeng actually staggered back several steps.
His chest heaved with tumultuous energy, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.
Ye Chenfeng was injured!
He had been careless!
He had underestimated his opponent!
Ye Chenfeng had indeed underestimated his opponent just now, using only twenty percent of his strength, which would have been enough against ordinary people.
He had never thought Ji Qiushui was an extraordinary master who struck with full force, which naturally hurt Ye Chenfeng.
“After all these years, you’ve shown a bit of improvement, but you’re still too weak, far from shedding your name as a good-for-nothing!” Ji Qiushui said from a superior position, her eyes exuding a disdainful aura that looked down upon the world.
“Who are you?” Ye Chenfeng licked the fresh blood from his lip and couldn’t help asking.