Chapter 312 - 312: Brace Yourself, My Boy! (1/2)

Nobody moved even after Lillie released the signal.

Ethan's muscles were tense, the air suddenly thickens that made it hard for him to calm his nerves.

This never happened before. Nothing had made him feel so unsettled, not even when he and his group had their first ever clash with a random gang who had years of experience in the Underworld than them.

What he felt back then was thrill; adrenaline pumping through his system. He was like a hyperactive five year old who accidentally drank coffee and was bouncing around the house in the middle of the night making his parents lose their minds.

But at this moment? He feels like he was trapped in a box, buried six feet underground with snakes binding and suffocating him.

This was probably what Lillie meant when she said, ”We were taught by the master to hide our bloodl.u.s.t, but also how to intensify it to the point that our opponents' drop on their knees even before the fight starts.”

Grandmaster Wei was demonstrating how far his bloodl.u.s.t can affect him, telling him how easy it was for him to strike while he's being affected by it.

Infuriating old man.

However, his dear wife and her menace of a Senior Brother gave him a taste of their bloodl.u.s.t simultaneously for him to somehow grasp and handle the Grandmaster's.

”Don't let your sight off of him for a single second.” His wife's warning resurfaced in his mind. ”He will attack first.”

True to her words, Grandmaster Wei soundlessly advanced in front him in a blink of an eye.

He didn't let Ethan compose himself from shock before he swung one hand forward like quicksilver, intending to jab his diaphragm.

Ethan barely managed to jump off at a good distance. He observed Grandmaster Wei's stance and couldn't help but think he's being underestimated.

”Quick to your feet, I see.”

One hand was kept on his back, while the other was in front of his chest in open palm, as if mocking him, saying ”come and attack me if you can.”

It was a common tactic; provoking one's opponent and make them attack in impulsive rage.

But years of brawling with hoodlums who knew nothing better than to taunt and poke their opponent's ego, Ethan learned quick to not let it best him.

Taking a deep breath, Ethan made his first move of assault. He rushed towards Grandmaster Wei and returned his attack by striking his shoulder with his leg.

As expected, Grandmaster Wei deflected his every hits effortlessly.

Ethan knew he wouldn't win if he's fighting purely out of strength. He needs to think of a strategy.

Firstly, he'll use Grandmaster Wei's old age to his advantage, going around in circles to tire him out.

”I see what you're doing, boy, and I must disappoint you by saying you will never tire me out.”

”Everyone has their limits, master.” Ethan said. ”And you're not excluded.”

Grandmaster Wei grinned in amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Is that so? Well then, be my guest.”

Ten minutes into the match, and Ethan successfully landed one hit; a deep scratch on Grandmaster Wei's cheek.

”Don't be so confident in yourself yet, boy. This single scratch is nothing compare to the bruises you obtained.”

”A mere scratch it may be,” It was Ethan's turn to grin. ”But it's proof that you're not untouchable.”

”Irksome brat.” Grandmaster Wei grumbled, but mirth continues to tinge his face.

Ethan staggered after another blow, he can feel the skin where the hit landed gradually swell; the blood vessels bursts, coloring the skin black and blue.

Those old bones are definitely tough and stubborn.

Lillie inconspicuously winced at every harsh hit Ethan receives. She and her Senior Brother never won a match against the master even if they join forces.