Chapter 281 - Ready (1/2)

“Stupid punk, I’m not done with you yet!”

“Idiot, don’t leave! Keep fighting! Come on!”

“Stupid punk, don’t be arrogant. I haven’t even used up half of my skills today yet. Next time, you won’t be so lucky!”

“Dumbass, if it wasn’t for Tong Tong, you’d lose both your lands today!”

“Idiot, are you not satisfied? Come on, let’s go again!”

“Fine, dumbass. Who’s afraid of who!”

Yang Feng and Lao Hei both laid on the floor as the other two taunted one another, panting from exhaustion. They tapped the powder off their hands and helped each other to stand.

Keep fighting? Can you even stand up?

“Dumb punk, if you have balls come again tomorrow. I’ll destroy you!”

“Idiot, if you don’t come tomorrow then you’re a coward. Watch me break you!”

The two who had been pulled apart were still screaming threats at each other. Lao Hei was diligent though and ran over to open the doors to the practice room. In a moment, the argument between them suddenly stopped.

Wu Ji wanted to save face; how could he let others know that he’d fought evenly with Meng Fan? How would he live!

Meng Fan wimped out, too… How could he let other people know that he fought with Wu Ji again? What would happen if Wu Tong found out!

“How about it? Isn’t he talented?”

Yang Feng and Wu Ji returned to the office, eyes gleaming. “If this kid doesn’t go professional, it would be a huge pity! Ji Bro, no matter what, you have to find a way to make this kid go pro. He’s barely learned anything yet and he’s already at this level. If you give him a month — no, half a month — I’ll bet he could beat everyone in the MMA circle. With a few more months of practice, he could fight in UFC no problem!”

MMA was comprehensive fighting, while UFC was the ultimate championship for this category. At the moment, it is the world’s largest professional MMA tournament.

Wu Ji glanced at Yang Feng and smiled coldly. “Okay, put those thoughts away. That dumb punk said he wasn’t interested, so don’t try to force him or trick him again.”

He originally planned to train Meng Fan in MMA fighting, since he did possess the talent and potential, which would be wasted otherwise. But Meng Fan had rejected, so Wu Ji did not want to pursue.

After the news of Meng Fan and Wu Tong holding hands was revealed yesterday, he lost the urge completely. He understood Meng Fan; the stupid punk had a decent tolerance, so there’s no point forcing him to follow this path if he wasn’t interested.

He didn’t want his precious sister to hate him, or worse, be worried.

To be honest, even if Meng Fan was willing, he wasn’t.

He stood up and headed for the shower attached to his office. Afterwards, he called a professional massage therapist.

This punk didn’t hold back!

“You’re so badass, Master Meng!”

Lao Hei said as he massaged Meng Fan’s joints, helping him relax. He continued to boast. “You really provoked Ji Bro to an extreme! Badass, you’re such a badass! Ji Bro just now used every technique he had in his arsenal, aside from hitting and kicking, and he still couldn’t suppress you! Respect, man! You got my respect!”

“So, Seventh Bro really only used half of his skills?” Meng Fan asked.

Lao Hei laughed. “Depends how you look at it. If you can’t deal with hitting and kicking, he could have gotten by just using ten percent of his skills. But if you can handle it, then it means nothing. Of course, Ji Bro’s fist is very harsh and alive. Even if he idly exchanged fists with you, you’d be in big trouble.”

“Lao Hei, only my capture technique can be used in combat. Can you teach me some wrestling moves?” Meng Fan interrupted.

“What, you really want to learn?” Lao Hei asked.

Meng Fan nodded. “Seventh Bro will definitely come in tomorrow, I can’t miss out!”