Chapter 273 - Put My Brother Down! (2/2)

“Stupid punk!”

Wu Ji was fuming, but he had nowhere to exert his anger. He pointed at Meng Fan and lowered his voice. “You want me to vent my anger? Then f*cking fight properly and with all your strength. If you get a thrill out of it, I’ll have vented my anger. Otherwise, even if you do manage to date Wu Tong, don’t even dream of passing me. I won’t allow it!”

When Meng Fan heard this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared. He wrinkled his brows. “Seventh Bro, you can ask me to fight you properly to relieve your anger, but you’re going a bit overboard right now. What happens to me and Wu Tong is between the two of us. Nobody needs to be a blockade, and we don’t need anyone’s approval. You can only do one thing, and that is wish us happiness!”

“You arrogant, little twat!”

Wu Ji smiled slyly. “Alright, you said it. Fight properly. You want my blessing? Alright, I’ll give you 365 blessings in one collective go.”

Afterwards, he darted forwards again, grabbing Meng Fan with both hands. Seeing Meng Fan was trying to resist, he immediately took to the floor in a tumble and flipped Meng Fan.

“One.”

After giving out the ‘blessing,’ Wu Ji flipped over and approached Meng Fan again, hugging onto his legs. He then tumbled and flipped Meng Fan away with a leg-lock takedown.

“Seventh Bro, promise me now. If you lose, don’t tattle on me to Wu Tong!”

Meng Fan was ready to let go. Since he had to fight, he might as well give it his all.

The Wu family had too many men, and if all of them were like Wu Ji, there would be no end.

Wu Ji was a dojo master and knew how to fight, but what if there came along a doctor, or an author, or a scientist… What would he do then!

He had to maintain his stance. He couldn’t back out now!

“Don’t call me Seventh Bro!”

“I want to! Seventh Bro, Seventh Bro, Seventh Bro!”

“You’re not walking out of here on two feet!”

“I’m going to marry your little sister on two feet!”

“Punk, you’re dead to me!”

“Seventh Bro, I won’t die!”

Thump thump thump thump!

Bang bang bang bang!

Ah!

Whoosh!

Lao Hei was finally coming to understand what was going on. Turns out Meng Fan had something to do with Wu Ji’s overly beautiful, little sister.

He had to watch the show, it was too good for words.

The Iron Hero was fierce indeed. Look, look, look! Wu Ji’s already been taken down several times already!

Wu Ji naturally had nothing to say. This had long gone beyond just takedowns and captures. The entire process, they were using just takedowns.

Wu Ji would flip Meng Fan once, and Meng Fan would return with a takedown. The two were exclusively using takedown techniques and were at a stalemate.

Are they made out of steel? How could someone stand up so many times…

Lao Hei was thrilled from the match. How do you describe such a scene, blood and flesh? Sand and stone? Chaotic? Chickens and dogs gone wild? Dance of the dragon and phoenix? Two eagles matched up? Two birds fighting? Swallows flying…. Oh right. It should be the tower and the fox bickering, which made the spectator drool!

Every couple of seconds, someone would be sent flying. One moment they would repel each other, while the next they’re mushed together again, tumbling, one after another, continuously.

Badass!

Wu Ji was a badass and Lao Hei knew that.

Meng Fan was also a badass, and Lao Hei knew this as well.

But who knew Meng Fan could be this tough? He actually managed to match Wu Ji in skill using takedown techniques alone. It was like he had the wind in his step.

The match was approaching ten minutes, and more.

Lao Hei felt that Meng Fan had the wind in his step because during this time, Wu Ji had used the sweeping technique more than once to break away from Meng Fan.

Of course, Lao Hei knew that if Wu Ji had completely let himself go and used all his techniques, the results would be very different.

Of course. If Wu Ji had used another technique, then Meng Fan would have to consider switching his hat.

The fight continued until the door to the practice room burst open.

“Bro, stop!”

Wu Tong arrived in a rush and pushed the door open to see Wu Ji and Meng Fan sparring with each other. Immediately afterwards, she saw… Meng Fan holding Wu Ji above him.

“Meng Fan, put my brother down now!”