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Chapter 399 - 269 Flaws

Chapter 399: Chapter 269 Flaws

When the two stepped out of the temple, Yan Weiwei’s mood had clearly improved a lot.

At least her pace was swift enough to walk side by side with Meng Lang...

"Uh... how about we go for another walk? The scenery here is quite nice, and it’s also a famous tourist spot. Not to mention the North Temple Tower is one of Su City’s highlights. Wouldn’t it be a loss to leave without seeing it?

To climb high and gaze into the distance, to listen to the morning bells and evening drums—what troubles could life possibly have then!

Oh right, what time does the evening drum ceremony start again?"

Yan Weiwei glanced at him.

"You have a lot of free time, huh?"

I’m actually quite busy, but it’s just my sympathy for Fan Shigang acting up—he’s so miserable, and after all, I bear some responsibility for his plight...

"Mmm..."

"Stop humming, even if you’re free, I’m not!"

Yan Weiwei clenched her fists, her ponytail flying, and her eyes seemed to regain their former sparkle; she exuded a spirit of tenacious determination.

"You’re right, blaming others won’t change anything. What I need to do is to work even harder!

As long as I’m strong enough, I can slay gods when I meet them, and slay Buddha when I meet Buddha! To clear all the obstacles before me!

So I’ve decided, in the next couple of days, I have to bring myself to peak condition—even if I have to be carried back, I won’t give up so easily!"

This is definitely jinxing it, right?!

"But, whatever it is, I still have to thank you today."

"Uh... thank me for what?" Meng Lang was puzzled.

Thank me for being honest with you, for telling you my biggest secret?

If that’s the case, there’s no need, consider it recompense for all the gossip behind my back, exchanging secrets between pals, nobody’s at a loss...

"Thank you for your concern..."

Emm...

Seeing Meng Lang’s strange expression, Yan Weiwei turned away awkwardly and humphed.

"But next time, if I find out you’ve been snooping for my Eight Diagrams behind my back, don’t blame me for using my fists to teach you a good lesson in proper conduct!"

Proper conduct, huh...

Meng Lang turned around and looked up at the "Baoen Temple" archway.

Actually, I’m not that great with proper conduct. I guess it’s just a tit-for-tat with me...

...

"Bang!"

After returning to the boxing gym, it was another excruciating half an hour...

Fan Shigang was once again knocked out without any doubt!

"Are the young people of today all this lax? No wonder your master sent you to me like an annoying plaster, to climb mountains.

With your skills, giving out just five percent of my effort is already an overkill, let alone climbing mountains; you might not even make it through the gate!"

Yan Weiwei stood with her arms crossed, a sharp look in her eyes, as unforgiving as ever.

"Sorry... sorry, it’s my weakness..."

"Being weak is no excuse. Get up and continue! What’s the use of standing still all day? You earn your kung fu through real combat!

If you want to be stronger than others, you have to endure more hardship than they do!"

"Yes... yes! Master Yan!"

Fan Shigang made a pitying face and glanced at Meng Lang.

Brother, I thought you left to appeal to her sensibility?

But why did Master Yan’s whole demeanor change after you came back?

She was just cold and unsmiling while beating me up, and now she seems to get more and more excited with every punch, like she’s on a chicken blood high!

You must have given Master Yan some kind of buff...

As if understanding his thoughts, Meng Lang tugged the corner of his mouth.

What can I do? I’m helpless too!

I meant to use a "Purification" to wash away her negative states, but it seems I might have overdone it and instead activated "Burning Will."

Now, the negative states are washed away.

Along with a great boost in morale, doubled damage output, and the chance for a second action...

Watching the poor guy struggling on the mat, trying to get up, facing the formidable Master Yan with a "pitiable" look, Meng Lang finally spoke up, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Ahem! Why not let me have a try?"

"Hmm?" X2

Yan Weiwei looked at him with an odd expression, while Fan Shigang was practically moved to tears.

For an ordinary person with no real strength, seeing Master Yan’s formidable presence and still daring to step up...

Brother Meng, we haven’t known each other long.

But from today onwards, you are my beloved kith and kin, a brother in arms!

"You?" Yan Weiwei looked at him oddly.

"Didn’t you just say I couldn’t even withstand one of your kicks?"

"Ahem! That was then; this is now. I’ve been watching for a while and I’ve already spotted your weaknesses!"

"Weaknesses?!" Yan Weiwei nearly laughed out loud in disbelief.

"You’re telling me that by just watching from the sidelines for a bit, you’ve found my weaknesses?"

Do you think you’re some kind of deity?

"Hmm! Any problem with that?" Meng Lang said, his smile as serene as a gentle breeze.

Yan Weiwei tugged at the corner of her mouth.

It has to be said, the smile on Meng Lang’s face at this moment... truly deserved a slap!

"Ha! All right then, come on up, Fan Shigang, take off your armor and give it to him!"

Let’s see you play the fool now!

Just for that "spotting a flaw" comment you made earlier, and for that infuriating smile you’re wearing, I’ll indulge you!

"No need, that stuff... I shouldn’t need it."

What? Not need it?!

This time, not just Yan Weiwei was stunned, but Fan Shigang as well.

Master Yan certainly isn’t the kind to go easy on an opponent standing on the stage.

Are you that confident about your relationship with her...?

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

Meng Lang said as he clambered onto the boxing ring.

Hmm! He first stepped over with his right foot, then crawled over, and finally pulled his left foot back, a move that was anything but smooth or dashing... totally lacking in coolness.

"Come on! Hit me!"

Seeing that Meng Lang had really positioned himself opposite her, ready to engage in a fight, Yan Weiwei finally couldn’t help but laugh out of exasperation.

That incident with Yuan Li, the round they had in the bar, could she possibly not know how low Meng Lang’s force value was?

Bold enough to step onto the ring when you’re not even on the level of a low-level general?

So what if you’re high-level in reconnaissance arts?

No matter how advanced your level, you’re just an intel-operating, support hero!

Please, know your place, won’t you?

"Heh! Fine, you asked for this. I haven’t seen someone as full of themselves as you for a long time, just hope you won’t regret it later!"

Show mercy?

Not a chance!

"Brother, save me", right?

Today I’ll let you search thoroughly for that writing inspiration!

On the side, Fan Shigang looked at Meng Lang, whose face was brimming with inexplicable confidence, and muttered to himself.

Brother Meng obviously has something up his sleeve!

Hmm! After all, he’s the man who has his fingerprint saved on Master Yan’s electronic lock...

As the saying goes, to hit is to be affectionate, to scold is to love. Standing here, wouldn’t I be getting in the way of their lovey-dovey act?

"All right! Brother, go for it! If it gets too much, make sure to call it quits, okay?"

Fan Shigang left the ring with a grimace, limping away, leaving only the two of them on the stage.

"I won’t bully you, I’ll let you take three moves first!"

Yan Weiwei initiated the King’s Contempt first.

"No, no, no, it’s me who should, let me give you thirty moves first!"

Meng Lang replied without missing a beat with a counter "taunt."

Yan Weiwei: "#"

Although Yan Weiwei couldn’t understand what had gotten into Meng Lang, she felt that today was a good day to let him get what he asked for!

Without any courtesy, she went straight for a fierce roundhouse kick!

"Swoosh!"

Yan Weiwei’s toes barely skimmed past Meng Lang’s nose.

"Huh?" Yan Weiwei was taken aback, she missed?

Must’ve been dumb luck! Try again!

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

High section, chest, low section...

Roundhouse kick, side kick, hook kick...

And to Fan Shigang, watching from below the stage, it seemed that Meng Lang merely stepped back slightly, twisted his body a few times, and remained entirely unscathed under the swift-shadowed kicks of Yan Weiwei...

Hey, hey! Now that’s just too much!

If you’re going to pull punches, at least make some contact, so it counts as a bout.

What’s with this outline drawing of a human being?

But as he watched, Fan Shigang’s expression gradually became puzzled.

It was true that Meng Lang looked relaxed, but why did Master Yan seem more and more off as she fought?

And judging by Master Yan’s speed and power of her moves... they seemed even stronger than when she was practicing with him just recently?

As the fight went on, even her breathing seemed a bit disordered?

Is it just my imagination?

Or are these two’s acting skills just too lifelike?

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Twisting his waist left and right, Meng Lang dodged several successive sidekicks from Yan Weiwei, and the next moment, the previously defensive Meng Lang suddenly moved.

He stepped to the side, effortlessly evading Yan Weiwei’s knee strike, his right forefinger lightly touching the astonished Yan Weiwei’s forehead...

"Thirty moves... are up!"

"Your flaw... is being too slow..."

The whole place fell silent.