I Really Cannot Fight
I Really Cannot Fight
"I doubt so," Jun Wuyi shook his head. "Only a few know that the Jun Family is looking for this herb, and even fewer know that this herb is for me. It is not possible for anyone to make the connection between our purchase of this herb and its importance in my recovery. Could it just be a mere coincidence? Or is heaven's will trying to prevent me from recovering?"
Jun Moxie bit his lips as he paced back and forth with a frown on his face. If there was only one missing ingredient out of the five essential medicinal herbs, he could easily replace it with other combinations to concoct a medicine that was only slightly less effective. But if there were two missing ingredients…
"Third Uncle, could you please order your men to find out who stole this herb from us?"
"An investigation on this case is already ongoing. However, this only occurred recently and it is still too early to distil more information on the buyer." Jun Wuyi smiled. He appeared calm and even comforted Jun Moxie, "I have been waiting for so many years. It does not matter even if my recovery is delayed for a few more months. Fear not, all is well."
Jun Moxie's face turned serious as he raised his cup to sip his wine. He was deep in thought, but the more he contemplated, the more perplexed the problem seemed. Noticing his nephew deeply immersed in thought, Jun Wuyi decided to leave him alone and continued to enjoy his wine.
The next instant, approaching footsteps broke the tranquillity in the room. A smile flashed across Jun Wuyi's face as he heard the familiar footsteps.
Donned in a stunning white dress, Guan Qinghan entered the room gracefully. She resembled a delicate snowflake, gently floating into the room in an elegant manner. However, as she approached Jun Moxie, he felt a strong pressure weighing down on him, as though a massive iceberg was slowly crushing him. Although she appeared gentle, a cold, bone-chilling aura emanated from her.
Despite her beautiful looks and her charming dress, many would have thought that her heart had also turned cold long ago.
Jun Moxie had protested against Guan Qinghan's sparring challenge request on many occasions but to no avail. Jun Moxie knew where he stood in terms of fighting abilities. All he lacked was only in strength, but in terms of killing techniques, he was second to none in the world!
However, his grandfather, Jun Zhantian, was unaware of this fact as Jun Moxie wanted to keep this a secret. As such, Jun Zhantian had rejected Jun Moxie's protest firmly. Especially after witnessing the "abusive" nature of Guan Qinghan's moves, Jun Zhantian had only left a single remark.
He said, "I am very satisfied. Give no mercy and continue to beat him up!"
Today would be Wu Jun Yi's first time witnessing his nephew getting beaten up. In the past one month, his nephew had always been outwitting him, causing him much frustration. Jun Wuyi had thus jumped on this opportunity to vent his frustration. After all, opportunities like this were always hard to come by.
"But I really cannot fight!" Jun Mo Yi sighed to himself.
It was not that Jun Moxie was unable to fight, but that he did not dare to retaliate. Throughout his whole life, Jun Moxie's hands had always been stained with blood. Killing only took a split second, and he was highly proficient in it. However, during friendly sparring matches, not only will he be restricted from executing his killing techniques, even the basic moves to take down his opponents might cause the opponent to sustain severe injuries and therefore could not be used.
Moreover, it was his sister-in-law challenging him to a duel! Although Guan Qinghan may dislike him, how could he possibly kill her? Of course, breaking her limbs was out of the picture. It was awkward enough to cause even minor dislocations to a woman.
Furthermore, for a man to fight a woman, if they were not arch-enemies, it might be inappropriate to deal blows to certain parts of the body.
Without using his vicious methods, Jun Moxie did not have many options in facing his opponent, especially someone like Guan Qinghan who had Mystic Qi level far exceeding his own. Even if his unparallelled fighting capabilities provided an advantage over his opponent, his tactical shrewdness alone would be unable to overcome the immense difference in strength.
Guan Qinghan remained at her spot, quiet and motionless, resembling alone, snow lotus flower on an ice mountain. She appeared noble and elegant, yet at the same time, emotionless and cold.
"Can we not fight today?" Jun Moxie asked pitifully and offered a compromise, "I can give you two more pots of wine, how about that?"
"No!" Guan Qinghan rejected vehemently and gave Jun Moxie a cold glare. The next instant, she slapped her delicate hands together, releasing a black mist. It was the Level 9 Mystic Qi! "Are you ready?" Guan Qinghan gazed at Jun Moxie with a blank expression that lacked anger or joy, as though she was looking at a durable sandbag.
"Peh! Would you be as enthusiastic about the duel if not for the wine I am giving you? Is God playing tricks on me? This woman is actually given a justifiable reason to beat me up! And I can't even retaliate! Ready? Is there any use in getting ready?" Anger welled up in Jun Moxie.
Jun Moxie's intention to conceal his true fighting potential naturally created a positive effect, which was to raise Jun Zhantian's hopes. However, this also had unintended repercussions. Having been kept in the dark for so long, Jun Zhantian will certainly be very unhappy. Hence, the duel with Guan Qinghan must have been a plot arranged by Jun Zhantian to teach Jun Moxie a lesson.
Despite knowing all this plot, Jun Moxie could only keep all of this to himself. It was even more infuriating for the fact that while Jun Moxie obviously had many ways to defeat this woman, he had to restrain himself from using them.
Jun Moxie could have easily resolved the situation, but instead, he had to put up with such constant abuse. Could he be a masochist? There was nothing more tragic than his current predicament. He wondered when Jun Zhantian would cease this punishment.
"If I have to admit my mistake to Grandfather to end this misery, I will certainly apologize to Grandfather sincerely."
"If it is possible to put an end to this punishment, I truly hope that it will end the very next second."
As Jun Moxie's imagination was running wild, a green light swirled before him. In an instant, a fist, white as snow, flew straight at Jun Moxie. Jun Moxie shrieked and ducked. But sadly, Quan Qinghan showed no mercy. She dealt blows after blows relentlessly and seemed eager to bring an end to this task so that she can quickly carry her two pots of wine back to enjoy.
Although Jun Moxie's behavior and attitude had shown improvements recently, Guan Qinghan had absolutely no interest in spending a second longer with him in the fight.
Squeals, screams, and cries of pain continued to fill the air. "Pa! Pa! Pa!" Like rain pelting relentlessly on a soft vulnerable surface, kicks and punches landed continuously and mercilessly on Jun Moxie. Savouring his cup of wine, Jun Wuyi watched as the scene unfolded before him. Seeing the great disparity in strength, and the unmatchable Guan Qinghan, he could not help but chuckle. He thought, "Jun Zhantian's plan to punish my errant nephew is truly a smart move."
While Jun Wuyi was thinking, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his expression suddenly turned solemn. He fixed his gaze on Jun Moxie's moves so intently, to the extent that he did not even bother to place his cup down!
A particular movement of Jun Moxie had drawn his attention!
Earlier on, Guan Qinghan was intending to launch a seamless combination move involving a solid punch, followed very closely by a formidable roundhouse kick. Such a move was thought to be impossible to avoid. However, at that point in time, Jun Moxie's body twisted away instinctively and his elbow thrust out slightly before retracting again. The next instant, he was knocked to the ground by the full force of Guan Qinghan's combination move.
This slight reaction was supposed to be inconsequential and hardly noticeable. But it could not escape the eyes of Jun Wuyi, who was a highly skilled army general who had spent his entire life on the battlefield. The observation had been a shocking revelation to him!
In the battlefield, a high emphasis was placed on taking down each enemy in one decisive move. Jun Wuyi clearly noticed that Jun Moxie's instinctive elbow thrust, despite retracting, was undoubtedly aimed at Guan Qinghan's throat. It was a move to kill! Had Jun Moxie followed through with the move, Guan Qinghan would have been dead by now!
More importantly, the execution of the elbow thrust was timed perfectly. It was placed exactly in the transition between Guan Qinghan's two moves where she was vulnerable for a fleeting moment. Guan Qinghan's cultivation was known to be unparalleled. The two moves had been administered in a nearly seamless motion, and the interval between them had been practically negligible. Nevertheless, Jun Moxie was still able to exploit the only flaw in Guan Qinghan's combination attack!
At that moment, Guan Qinghan certainly stood no chance against Jun Moxie's unpredictable move!