Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 987 - 992 Friction

Chapter 987: Chapter 992 Friction

Weiss asked, so Yang Yi answered.

If it were anything else, any other question, Yang Yi would prefer to keep it to himself; he was accustomed to hiding his true self, in every aspect.

But what Weiss asked about was martial arts, and as one of the few inheritors of Mian Zhang Fist, Yang Yi had the obligation, the responsibility, to reveal the martial art he practiced.

And Weiss was indeed a master of combat, so Yang Yi had to respond.

This was out of respect for Weiss, and even more so, the most fundamental but greatest respect for the martial art he inherited.

Now, Yang Yi had answered, and then he said, "Please enlighten me."

"Please enlighten me" meant that you may now comment on this martial art; if you say this martial art is very impressive, and I’m no match for it, then Yang Yi would modestly demure a few words, and everyone would be happy.

If Weiss were to say what kind of crappy thing is your martial art, then they would have to continue fighting until the other party cries for mercy and kneels down, admitting that your martial art is truly impressive.

This is one of the unwritten rules within ancient martial arts. Yang Yi does not consider himself a traditional martial artist, but at this point, he must uphold the dignity of the martial art he represents.

Of course, if the opponent took out a gun, Yang Yi could kneel down without hesitation or shame and admit defeat, but as long as the opponent uses combat skills, Yang Yi had to fight to the end. Either he gets knocked down, or he knocks down his opponent; there is no third option. Truly none.

Now it was Weiss’s turn to speak.

Weiss pondered for a long time, and finally, he said, "I’ve neither heard of it nor seen it, but it is very impressive."

Yang Yi smiled; he was waiting to hear what Weiss would say next.

A Caucasian practicing karate is not surprising; martial arts were already in decline, and now is an era of global integration. Modern combat skills are created by drawing from the strengths of various styles. It’s not surprising for a Caucasian to practice karate, and of course, if they practice it well, they can indeed represent karate.

"It seems that this martial art places great emphasis on joint techniques."

There are many joint techniques in Mian Zhang Fist, which are called grappling in Huaxia martial arts, but Mian Zhang Fist is not just about joint techniques. Yang Yi doesn’t dare to fight with Kate because to defeat her means to hurt her, and one careless mistake could result in her death.

But there’s no need to tell Weiss that.

Weiss pondered briefly, then finally said, "Very well, very impressive. Is this a school of Huaxia martial arts?"

Yang Yi smiled, he bowed slightly again and said earnestly, "Yes, thank you for your leniency."

Weiss raised his arm slightly and said, "Could you help me put it back in place? I know someone skilled in joint techniques should be able to reset joints."

Yang Yi was skilled at dislocating joints, not at setting them, but elbow dislocations are easy to fix, so he stepped forward, gave it a slight move, and with a push, reset Weiss’s joint.

Weiss moved his hands and said in a deep voice, "Could we go another round?"

Weiss was very respectful. He truly embodied the attitude of learning from those who excel, which is indeed very rare.

Yang Yi nodded and said, "Please enlighten me."

Weiss stepped back a few paces, bowed to Yang Yi, and with his hands open, slowly started to circle around Yang Yi.

From aggressively attacking at the start to now observing and seeking opportunities before striking; Weiss had become cautious.

Yang Yi decided to use pure Mian Zhang Fist to face his opponent this time. He now had a basic understanding of Weiss’s strength and felt confident.

Mian Zhang Fist is a very straightforward and aggressive style, not in the sense of being cruel, but in being quick to win or lose - three or two moves and it’s settled, clean and decisive; there’s no dragging it out or showing mercy.

Yang Yi took the initiative to attack, rushing forward with a Sweeping Leg.

Such a move was almost laughable, and Weiss was quite astonished, but out of caution, after dodging Yang Yi’s Sweeping Leg, he did not counter-attack, instead stepping back.

Yang Yi stood up and delivered a high kick.

It’s yet another playful fighting technique.

Why do many taekwondo schools exist, but taekwondo ranks at the very bottom of the martial arts scorn hierarchy? It’s because taekwondo’s high kicks are essentially a joke.

Weiss finally made his move; Yang Yi had thrown a high kick, making it too cowardly for Weiss not to counterattack.

But Yang Yi’s move was a feint; his leg was raised high but without much force, intending to lure Weiss into attacking.

Weiss also threw a kick which, barring any surprises, would hit Yang Yi’s supporting leg and take him down.

That was exactly the effect Yang Yi wanted. He withdrew his leg, bent over, and followed up with a Sweeping Leg.

Weiss seemed to have anticipated this, but it didn’t matter. As long as he kicked, it would break his perfect defensive stance, and Yang Yi would have an opportunity to exploit.

Yang Yi stood up and moved in on Weiss from below, as though diving into Weiss’s embrace.

Weiss extended his left arm, which Yang Yi grabbed, instantly disengaging his elbow and shoulder joints. When Weiss struck with his right fist, Yang Yi went with the motion, pulling and pushing to disengage the right shoulder joint.

Then Yang Yi clasped his hands around Weiss’s neck, one hand pushing the chin, the other hugging the back of Weiss’s head.

Weiss fell backward to the ground, and Yang Yi squatted down, kneeling on his left knee while his right knee pressed down on Weiss’s abdomen, his left hand cushioning the back of Weiss’s head, and his right hand seizing Weiss’s neck.

With just a twist of his hand, Weiss’s neck would be broken.

Yang Yi had the CIA training camp master rubbing against the ground.

It was easy, simple.

Yang Yi was quite annoyed within; why did he lose control and go for the neck again? This was a bad habit that needed correction.

A moment of silence, and despair spread across Weiss’s face.

If one were to say even a CIA master instructor was nothing more than a mere pillow ornament, that would be an understatement. Therefore, Yang Yi’s thoughts now dwelt on only one person, one thing.

Zhang Yong, oh Zhang Yong, how formidable are you really?

Yang Yi released his hands and removed his knee from Weiss’s abdomen, then said in a low voice, "I’m sorry."

Yang Yi stood up and then spoke softly, "I truly am sorry, my skills are not refined, I can’t control my strength once I begin to fight."

After saying this, Yang Yi cautiously added, "My joint locking technique isn’t very good, um... it might hurt quite a bit."

Weiss said in a low voice, "It’s alright, just help me put them back in place, thank you."

Yang Yi set Weiss’s joints back in place one by one, then Weiss sat up, looked at Yang Yi for a moment, and said sternly, "I’ve lost, and there’s no excuse for my defeat."

"Thank you for yielding..."

Weiss hesitated before saying, "I have a friend who also teaches here, would it be possible for you to spar with him?"

Yang Yi felt quite good at the moment.

All-out fighting, even if for just a few seconds, can drain one’s entire energy. Yang Yi felt the dizziness and nausea were gone now; it was time to return to his reading.

"It’s possible, but I have some things to take care of, maybe another time."

"How about tomorrow?"

Yang Yi hesitated and said, "I have to take a test tomorrow, um, I’m not sure if I’ll have time, but I can contact you if I do."

Weiss seemed a bit disappointed, but he nodded and said, "Okay, I look forward to it."