Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 461 - 461 457 Accident

461: Chapter 457: Accident 461: Chapter 457: Accident At the end of the hallway, the smallest training room was sighted.

Ye Fan entered, followed immediately by Mo Xiaoyan, who closed and locked the door behind them.

After closing the door, Mo Xiaoyan took off her large sunglasses, revealing her stunningly beautiful face.

Due to the need for privacy, the training room lacked windows on the hallway side, which isolated the noise from the hallway once the door was shut.

Thus, the training room became very quiet.

Ye Fan walked to the center of the room and was ready to practice the Rising Dragon Stance.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately called out, “Stinky brother-in-law, wait a second!”

“What’s up?” Ye Fan stopped and asked.

Mo Xiaoyan hesitated for a moment and said, “I’ve reached the peak of the Obvious Strength phase, can you teach me how to enter the Hidden Strength?”

Ye Fan’s eyes narrowed, fully examining Mo Xiaoyan, then he shook his head, “Although you’re at the later stage of Obvious Strength, you’re still slightly lacking the finesse needed to enter Hidden Strength.

I suggest you practice more vigorously and try to break through.”

“Can you tell me in advance?” Mo Xiaoyan approached Ye Fan.

Ye Fan still shook his head, “Not for now.

Telling you too early might distract you.

You should focus on your practice for a while.”

“Stingy!” Mo Xiaoyan pouted playfully.

Ye Fan smiled faintly, indifferent, and continued preparing to practice the Rising Dragon Stance.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately called out again, “Then accompany me in refining my techniques.”

Seeing Mo Xiaoyan’s persistent demeanor, Ye Fan probably understood that he would definitely not be able to focus on his practice.

“Alright,” he agreed, “how should we go about this sparring practice?”

Looking at Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan’s eyes twinkled mischievously, and she giggled, “You can’t retaliate or use your hands or legs to defend, you can only dodge.”

“Am I a moving target?” Ye Fan shook his head, “No, I practice Xingyi Boxing, and footwork is not my strength.”

Xingyi Boxing focuses on direct movements, while Eight Trigram Palm involves elusive maneuvers.

Notably, Eight Trigram Palm is also known as Youlong Bagua Palm, which is quite self-explanatory.

Ye Fan practices Xingyi Boxing, and Mo Xiaoyan practices Eight Trigram Palm.

If Ye Fan could not block, it would mean playing to Mo Xiaoyan’s strengths.

Although he is a Hidden Strength expert and Mo Xiaoyan an Obvious Strength expert, it wouldn’t change the fact that he would be on the receiving end of attacks.

“Aren’t you a Hidden Strength master?

You’re much better than others, you’ll do fine.” As Mo Xiaoyan spoke, she stepped forward, grabbed Ye Fan’s arm, shaking it as she pleaded, “Please?”

Ye Fan still shook his head, knowing well that it would mean getting beaten; he was not interested.

“I’ll treat you to a meal.” Mo Xiaoyan offered a condition.

Ye Fan smiled lightly, “I’m not lacking meals.

Besides, you’ve mooched quite a few meals off of me already.”

“Stingy brother-in-law, remembering just two meals so clearly!” Mo Xiaoyan cooed in annoyance, “What if I treat you to karaoke?”

“I don’t like karaoke,” Ye Fan shook his head.

Mo Xiaoyan offered several other perks, but Ye Fan still shook his head.

Unable to think of anything else that might tempt Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan bit her lip and said, “I’ll give you a kiss!”

As soon as she said this, she immediately felt her beautiful face heat up and her heart thumped wildly, regretting her impulsive offer.

Ye Fan was momentarily stunned, and after a couple of seconds, he forced a small smile, “Don’t joke like that.”

“Never mind, no need for any perks, I’ll just spar a few moves with you,” Ye Fan said to break the awkwardness.

“But I’ll only allow twenty moves.”

“Fifty moves!” Mo Xiaoyan cheekily bargained.

Ye Fan said, “Thirty moves, no more.”

“Okay then,” Mo Xiaoyan replied.

After speaking, she let go of Ye Fan’s arm, took two steps back, and in front of Ye Fan, she stretched her entire body, extending her arms, pressing her legs, bending her waist, and pushing out her chest, assuming a posture gearing up for a great battle.

Ye Fan watched Mo Xiaoyan’s movements, finding the bending and pushing out of her chest particularly enticing.

A few minutes later, Mo Xiaoyan loosened up her bones and tendons and straightened her graceful figure, saying, “Brother-in-law, I’m ready to attack, you better be careful.”

“Bring it on,” Ye Fan declared proudly.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately began using the Youlong Bagua Palm’s stepping techniques, circling to Ye Fan’s back to find the best point for a sneak attack, without abandoning the indecent tactics of the Eight Trigram Palm even though Ye Fan couldn’t strike back.

Ye Fan didn’t turn back, using his ears as eyes, capturing Mo Xiaoyan’s movements through the air currents with the touch of his skin.

After several probes, Mo Xiaoyan finally attacked Ye Fan’s vulnerable spot below his left rib from his left rear side, her hand moving silently and invisibly.

However, Ye Fan sensed it and quickly stepped diagonally forward to the right, increasing the distance between him and Mo Xiaoyan.

However, the specialty of the Eight Trigram Palm was close combat, and its footwork was incredibly agile, so Mo Xiaoyan immediately closed in again, relentlessly attacking.

For a while, the training room was filled with the figures of Ye Fan and Mo Xiaoyan.

Seeing Ye Fan continuously escape and prevent her from getting close, Mo Xiaoyan, driven to irritation, tried to cut him off and cornered him against a wall.

The training room was relatively small, and Mo Xiaoyan’s efforts finally paid off as she cornered Ye Fan.

However, the pre-agreed number of moves was almost complete.

“Hmph, I’d like to see where you can escape to now!” Mo Xiaoyan thought triumphantly in her mind.

Although there was only one move left, she had successfully limited all of Ye Fan’s movements and was confident that her next move would hit him.

She shouted sharply, and her palms, shadow-like, went for Ye Fan’s entire body.

Just as she was about to hit Ye Fan, his body unbelievably slid upwards against the wall using the Wall-climbing Skill.

For a moment, Mo Xiaoyan hit nothing but air.

Of course, while Ye Fan’s body was suspended, he was also in a position from which he couldn’t dodge.

However, thirty moves had passed.

“The thirty moves are over!” Ye Fan, having reached the ceiling, called out to Mo Xiaoyan below.

Missing hitting Ye Fan by just a bit, Mo Xiaoyan was unwilling to stop and cheekily shouted, “Three moves left!”

Saying this, she moved as quickly as the wind and grabbed Ye Fan’s left ankle, yanking him down forcefully.

Ye Fan cried out in pain as he fell rapidly from the wall, landing directly on top of Mo Xiaoyan below.

Mo Xiaoyan, clearly not expecting this, couldn’t dodge in time and ended up being directly squashed under Ye Fan, becoming his human cushion.

“Ah—” She screamed involuntarily as Ye Fan’s heavy body crushed her, causing her to slam face-first into the ground.

Bang!

Bang!

Two consecutive thumps, yet Ye Fan felt no pain, cushioned by a soft, delicate body.

Hmm?

What’s this?

His mouth felt something soft and slightly moist underneath it.

Ye Fan instinctively licked it with his tongue: Mmm, it even tasted sweet.