Chapter 388 - Extortion

The next day, around nine in the morning, Ye Fan made a call to Zhao Tianya.

Zhao Tianya was busy working and said she was occupied in the morning.

She made an appointment to meet Ye Fan at four in the afternoon.

After the call with Zhao Tianya, Ye Fan thought about introducing Lu Xiaoman and Tantai Wanrong to each other, so he drove from Emali Group to Huayang Martial Arts Gym.

In the gym’s office, Ye Fan saw Lu Xiaoman dressed in an autumn OL suit, exuding the aura of an urban beauty.

Lu Xiaoman, delighted to see Ye Fan visit her, immediately dropped her work, came around the desk, and greeted him.

After exchanging a few warm words with Lu Xiaoman, Ye Fan said, “Sister Xiaoman, would you like me to introduce you to someone who is considered my elder?

Is that okay?”

Lu Xiaoman’s face blushed slightly and she shyly replied in a low voice, “Um, I’ll listen to you.”

“Hehe,” Ye Fan laughed involuntarily, reached out to hold Lu Xiaoman’s soft, delicate hand, and then said, “However, I haven’t fully revealed our relationship to her yet, just mentioned that we have good feelings for each other.”

“Um.” Lu Xiaoman responded, offering no objection.

Ye Fan then introduced Tantai Wanrong’s identity to Lu Xiaoman and explained his relationship with Tantai Wanrong.

At last, he said, “Tomorrow after work, let’s have dinner with her, okay?”

“Okay.”

Having discussed the serious matters, Ye Fan chatted with Lu Xiaoman for a while, then left without disturbing her work further and went to the training room to teach Shi Sheng.

However, when he entered the training room, he unexpectedly saw Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaoyan was dressed in a white training suit, looking vigorous and having a distinctive charm.

She was instructing Shi Sheng.

Seeing Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan immediately turned her beautiful face away with a haughty snort and left the training room.

Ye Fan could only respond with an awkward, helpless smile.

Shi Sheng already had a strong foundation; although he had never practiced ancient martial arts, his combat skills alone from the military had already brought him to an early stage of clear power, so his talent for martial arts was exceptional.

Nevertheless, Ye Fan still started from the very basics, teaching stances.

As the saying goes, “Practice boxing without practicing skills, and all will be in vain.” Stances are part of the training, forming both the basic and most crucial part.

After instructing Shi Sheng for over an hour and letting him rest for a while, Ye Fan left the training room to look for Mo Xiaoyan.

First, he went to Lu Xiaoman’s office, didn’t see Mo Xiaoyan there, and thought she might have left in anger.

But as he passed another training room, he suddenly heard noises inside.

Upon pushing the door open, he saw Mo Xiaoyan practicing the Eight Trigram Palm.

Seeing Mo Xiaoyan training, Ye Fan immediately turned to leave.

However, Mo Xiaoyan called out, “Wait.”

Ye Fan stopped and said, “I’m sorry for disturbing your training.”

“Come in, close the door,” Mo Xiaoyan said.

Ye Fan did as instructed and then approached Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaoyan arrogantly lifted her beautiful face and said, “I haven’t forgiven you.

I’m considering how to expose your true self to my sister!”

“What do you want me to do?” Ye Fan interrupted.

Mo Xiaoyan humphed, “Of course, I’m not an unreasonable person who judges harshly.

I have a demand.

If you can meet it, I will temporarily keep this from my sister.”

“Please speak,” Ye Fan nodded, sensing that things weren’t going to be easy.

Mo Xiaoyan looked at Ye Fan, walked around him, and said, “Since both of us are practitioners of ancient martial arts, let’s let our strength do the talking.”

“Uh?” Ye Fan responded, somewhat puzzled.

“You stand still where you are, your feet cannot move, and you also cannot use your Inner Strength,” Mo Xiaoyan said, “then compete with me.

If you can defeat me, I won’t tell my sister for the time being.

If you lose or tie, then prepare to face my sister’s fury!”

“Do you dare?”

Xingyi Boxing moves straight, while Eight Trigram Palm moves laterally.

Masters of Eight Trigram Palm are best at circling around their opponents flexibly, specially looking for weak spots to strike cunningly.

Eight Trigram Palm is also called Youlong Bagua Palm.

A master of Xingyi Boxing who stands rooted to the spot and is surrounded by a master of Eight Trigram Palm is practically courting death.

However, Ye Fan simply smiled and said, “A man shouldn’t say he dares not.”

“Man my ass!” Mo Xiaoyan seemed to remember something, her pretty face quickly blushed, then she spat out.

Saying this, she suddenly thrust her right palm towards Ye Fan’s lower left rib.

In street brawls, usually chopping with a knife or hitting with a stick won’t easily kill a person, it mostly just causes injuries and bloodshed, but stabbing someone with a knife, dagger, or stick can easily be fatal.

This is also true in ancient martial arts.

As Mo Xiaoyan thrust her straight palm towards Ye Fan’s lower left rib, Ye Fan was actually in great danger.

However, Ye Fan was well aware of Eight Trigram Palm’s love for sneak attacks, so he was prepared.

He then snapped his right hand fingers together, producing a “snap” sound in the air, and his right arm serpentined with a “hiss” sound, striking lightning-fast like a snake biting towards Mo Xiaoyan’s wrist.

Mo Xiaoyan’s expression changed rapidly, she quickly withdrew her straight palm, simultaneously stepping on Trigram Steps, she moved behind Ye Fan with incredible agility and attacked his back.

Using his ears as eyes, Ye Fan felt the air movements with his skin and immediately countered with a Returning Palm.

Mo Xiaoyan attacked, and Ye Fan defended.

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged many moves.

Mo Xiaoyan’s movements were extremely fast and agile, circling around Ye Fan, now far, now near, now left, now right.

To any onlooker, they would only see a trailing phantom around Ye Fan.

After dozens of exchanges, they still hadn’t truly come into contact.

Ye Fan, having defensively sparred for dozens of moves suddenly executed a Green Dragon’s Claw towards Mo Xiaoyan’s left shoulder.

Mo Xiaoyan got a shock and quickly retreated two steps.

Just when she thought she was safe, Ye Fan’s arm unexpectedly extended further and grabbed her shoulder, seizing several pressure points.

“Ah!” She couldn’t help but cry out in shock, but with several points on her shoulder tightly held, her Qi-Blood was severely blocked, and she couldn’t muster her strength at once, suddenly falling into Ye Fan’s grip.

“Hehe, you lost,” Ye Fan said as he held onto Mo Xiaoyan’s left shoulder gently, while also secretly preparing for any sneaky attack from her.

Mo Xiaoyan, frowning, immediately exclaimed, “Let go of me, it hurts like hell!”

Knowing Mo Xiaoyan’s cunning ways, and also because he hadn’t dared to really hurt her but only seized a few pressure points on her left shoulder to prevent her from exerting strength, Ye Fan was not tricked and still held onto Mo Xiaoyan’s left shoulder, shaking his head, “First admit you lost, then I’ll let you go.”

Seeing she couldn’t deceive Ye Fan, Mo Xiaoyan gloomily admitted defeat.

Once free, Mo Xiaoyan rubbed her shoulder, then suddenly kicked towards Ye Fan’s shin.

However, Ye Fan had already easily dodged backward, while exclaiming, “You already lost, why are you still hitting?!”

Mo Xiaoyan righteously retorted, “You, a big man, bullied me, a young lady, and wouldn’t even let me kick you lightly to vent my anger, and you think you’re still in the right?”

Ye Fan was left speechless.

“Stand properly, no dodging!” Mo Xiaoyan commanded imperiously, “Otherwise I’ll go tell my sister right now!”

“But we just agreed…” Ye Fan started.

Mo Xiaoyan immediately cut him off, “I don’t care!

That night you bullied me so badly, I won’t be able to swallow my anger without hitting you once!”

“Alright,” Ye Fan resignedly said, “we agreed it’s just a light kick, no backing out.”

Mo Xiaoyan immediately hummed twice with glee, then walked up to Ye Fan, looking left and right, considering the best spot to kick.

Ye Fan felt an aggrieving sense of being at the mercy of someone else.