C49 (2/2)
Bao Han Yong looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar man in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a sense of disgust and gloominess, as if this man was not a human but a poisonous snake. The pair of deep-set eyes flickered with a sinister light. The sneer on his lips was like the red letter that kept spitting out from a venomous snake's mouth.
As he watched Chen Fan's face flicker with an expression that would make others feel disgusted, even though he felt an indescribable disgust and rejection towards Chen Fan in his heart, for some reason, Bao Han Yong felt sympathy for him.
”Remember, today, I will be the nightmare in your heart.” Chen Fan said with incomparable confidence.
”Hmph, nightmare? ”Interesting.” Bao Han Yong let out a cold laugh as he said to Chen Fan, ”I want to see, are you dreaming, or are you dreaming with someone else?”
Chen Fan didn't say anything further. An inch of cold light flashed in the corner of his eyes. His entire body moved in a flash as he pounced towards Bao Han Yong.
”What incredible speed.” Bao Han Yong was shocked. He didn't expect that in these three years, this guy in front of him had improved so much. He didn't dare to be careless. He too began to move, attempting to evade Chen Fan's ferocious strike. Unfortunately, he was still a little too slow. Perhaps it was because he was sick, or perhaps it was because he was no longer a match for Chen Fan. Although Bao Han Yong had dodged the fatal blow, his leg had indeed been hit.
Bao Han Yong swung his injured thigh and bent his body down. He coldly looked at Chen Fan, trying to find the weakness of his opponent.
”Very good, you've become much stronger than I imagined. My interest has been piqued again.” Chen Fan sneered and then pounced towards Bao Han again. Both in terms of speed and strength, it was much better than last time.
However, this time, Bao Han Yong was fully focused on defending against Chen Fan.
Chen Fan's right hand quickly flew towards Bao Han Yong's left shoulder. Looking at Chen Fan's incoming attack, Bao Han Yong tilted his body, dodging Chen Fan's fist and throwing a backhanded punch towards the underarm of Chen Fan's right hand. The armpit was one of the weak parts of the human body. Although one wouldn't die on the spot from being hit by a heavy blow, the pain that followed was not something that just anyone could endure. It was inevitable that one would lose the ability to fight in an instant.
Chen Fan didn't show the slightest fear on his face when he saw Bao Han Yong's sudden change in move. He calmly blocked Bao Han Yong's counterattack with his right hand, then forcibly collided with Bao Han Yong's fist. The two of them then parted ways. Chen Fan was in pain, and so was Bao Han Yong. In this round, both of them appeared to be on par, but Bao Han Yong was slightly at a disadvantage.
After the two attacks, both Bao Han Yong and Chen Fan didn't choose to attack immediately. Instead, they both stood on the spot.
Chen Fan's style was like that of a venomous snake, which would inadvertently launch fatal attacks on people. As long as one strike succeeded, there was no way around it. Baohan's path was more rigid, like that of a lion. When a lion meets a venomous snake, although it has the courage of thousands of men, it is helpless against it. Furthermore, the lion is currently sick. At best, it is only a sick lion. If Bao Han Yong and Chen Fan did not succeed when they were fighting, the battle situation would be at a stalemate. You know, there are very few animals that are more tolerant than snakes.
On the battlefield, a stalemate had now occurred. Both Bao Han Yong and Chen Fan chose not to take the initiative to attack. They only stood on the spot, guarding their vital points while carefully observing the opponent's movements, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
Both Baohan Yong and Chen Fan are able to endure loneliness and patience. This posture was quite the style of an ancient dragon duel.
After a long while, Bao Han Yong and Chen Fan moved at the same time. In between, Bao Han Yong strode forward and charged with all his might towards Chen Fan. Chen Fan did not avoid him, but similarly rushed towards Bao Han Yong. Their momentum was no less than when Mars crashed into Earth. Bush met bin Laden.
With a slight gust of wind, Bao Han Yong's right fist smashed towards Chen Fan's left shoulder from top to bottom. Bao Han Yong was convinced, as was Chen Fan. Even the group of subordinates watching from the sidelines were convinced of the fact that if Bao Han Yong's fist were to land on Chen Fan's shoulder, Chen Fan's bones would immediately shatter.
Chen Fan was well aware of the power of Bao Han Yong's fist, so clashing head on with it was definitely not a wise move. If he couldn't fight head on, then he could only dodge. However, he couldn't just blindly dodge. He had to pay attention to his methods. Only effective dodging could truly avoid the fist and give the enemy a heavy counterattack.
Chen Fan suddenly took a big step to the right, dodging Bao's fist. He then followed it with a beautiful side kick, aiming straight at Bao's waist. It wasn't fast at first, but the acceleration was great. The seemingly soft kick suddenly accelerated when it was only an inch away from Bao Han Yong's body, heading straight for his waist in full fury. If Bao Han Yong was kicked by Chen Fan, it would be a small matter to die directly, and he might even have to lie in a white sickbed for a week or two.
When Bao Han Yong's attack missed, he saw Chen Fan's leg striking towards his waist, hurriedly pulling back, using his two hands to block Chen Fan's leg. Baohan felt as if his hands had been electrocuted. Chen Fan wasn't having a good time either. His leg felt like it was kicking a hard iron board. The pain made him frown, and a trace of malice flashed across his face.