Chapter 7: Confrontation
Ye Fan, in a state of panic, said: "I will take you to the hospital"
After a moment, Yan Bing opened his eyes. Although he had not regained his previous brilliance, it was evident that he had improved significantly.
Yan Bing laughed heartily: "There’s no need to shout it out, you’ve watched too many cartoons..."
Ye Fan still could not believe: "Are you alright?"
Ye Fan said with a smile, "To be honest, this is my first time with you, and it truly is a great success!"
As expected, Ye Fan stumbled slightly, easily evading the two energy projectiles in front of him, but he had already fallen under the control of the remaining five. At this moment, if he remained still, everything would be fine. However, any slight movement would inevitably result in being struck by one of those five projectiles
Yan Bing muttered: "It is evident that you rarely engage with others"
Yan Bing disdainfully said, "Don't overestimate yourself; I'm fine." At this moment, Yan Bing had taken a moment to adjust his breathing, and the previously arrogant demeanor returned all at once.
And it is precisely because the current flow continuously coordinates with the flowing air bullets that the enemy has no way to evade. Therefore, at this moment, the current flow must be fully committed, making it impossible for others to evade while also being unpreventable. Thus, this kick is completely devoid of any self-protection. Now, Ye Fan has already flashed to behind him, yet Yan Bing is still stubbornly directing this kick towards the air, unable to retract it.
"How long have you been practicing your skills?" Yan Bing asked
It has been thirteen years. Ye Fan answered truthfully, starting from the first day he began learning "Star Killing Technique".
Yan Bing nodded
Yan Bing is quite clear about his own weight. Seeing that Ye Fan seems to be increasingly serious, he quickly said: "Well, it might be that the martial arts we practice are different, so the terminology may vary a bit."
Ye Fan also noticed Yan Bing's awkwardness and guessed that the earlier mention of meteors was just this guy's nonsense. Therefore, he no longer paid attention to him, walked over to pick up his belongings, and asked him: "Can you walk?"
To an ordinary person, this looks like a single kick, but Ye Fan sees clearly that Yan Bing just kicked four times in an instant. Yan Bing is still explaining: "I have an injury right now; otherwise, I could have kicked seven or eight times. A meteor should be like this. Do you know the 'Heavenly Horse Meteor Fist'? Over 80 punches in a second, what an impressive meteor."
Ye Fan said: "But this move of mine is different from the punch just now. The previous move was called Meteor Fist, and this move is called Star Rain Fist"
Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, "I am now full of confidence, all thanks to you."
At this moment, Yan Bing had just finished kicking, and the swirling dust flew out several meters. He was half-squatting on the ground, turning his head in surprise to look at Ye Fan
Ye Fan, however, wore a look of astonishment. Just now, his strike had clearly been executed with great precision, yet the other party appeared completely unfazed as if nothing had happened. Since he began using this technique, there had never been anyone who could keep their eyes open and endure for three seconds after being struck.
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden pain. Ye Fan, who was clearly still two meters away, had somehow appeared right in front of him in the blink of an eye, and his right fist was already firmly embedded in his lower abdomen. He felt a chill pass through his belly, erupting from his back. Everything around him still seemed so calm.
Ye Fan was taken aback. Ever since he cultivated his aura, his confusion regarding techniques had been increasing. However, at this moment, his father was no longer present, and there was no one to provide him with answers. Take the "Meteor Fist" for example; its power had surged dramatically after the emergence of the aura, yet he still felt that something was amiss. Could it be that his lack of understanding in utilizing the aura was causing this discrepancy?
Yan Bing said irritably, "It's nothing." Then, shamelessly added, "This time it was an opportunity I gave you, and you actually let it slip away. Next time, it won't be so easy. I tell you! Why don't you show off some of your skills?"
The power of this kick is clearly greater than that of the fluid projectile, as dust swirls up on both sides, and a gray shadow shoots straight towards Ye Fan. Ye Fan has no other choice but to either dodge and be injured by the fluid projectile or take this blow from his own relentless tide. ... Unless ...
With Ye Fan's assistance, he stood up, moved his limbs a bit, and looked at Ye Fan with eyes that clearly resembled those of someone gazing at a national treasure
At present, Ye Fan humbly sought advice from Yan Bing, who appeared to possess considerable knowledge, asking: "What should the Meteor Fist be like?"
Yan Bing supported Ye Fan while suddenly kicking out a leg, saying: "It should be like this!"
Yan Bing suddenly leaped high, his legs executing a series of rapid kicks. To the ordinary observer, it appeared as though he simply jumped and kicked once with each leg. However, in that brief moment, Yan Bing's right leg delivered four kicks while his left leg delivered three, sending seven gas projectiles hurtling towards Ye Fan.
Yan Bing stood on high alert and said: "Come on!"
Yan Bing and others seized this moment of opportunity, shouting: "It's here." A powerful kick followed immediately, embodying the trend.
Yan Bing's eyes widened; he had not clearly seen how the opponent had attacked or how they had charged at him. All he knew was that he was in great pain now
Ye Fan struck with a backhand, landing solidly beside Yan Bing's neck
Yan Bing touched his neck and said, "Boss, what do you take me for? You think you can knock me out like this!"
Ye Fan questioned, "Shouldn't a meteor just flash by? With so many falling, it seems like it should be a meteor shower!"
No wonder. Yan Bing muttered, "You have practiced for three more years than I have. What I practice is called 'Harmonious Diagram Flowing Shadow Leg.' What kind of nonsense did you learn?"
The two walked side by side, with Yan Bing still limping slightly, but he continued to speak: "Had I known you were this formidable, I wouldn't have challenged you. It not only undermined my confidence but also left me embarrassed; truly humiliating"
Ye Fan finally understood that a practitioner is indeed a practitioner, and cannot be compared to an ordinary person. He clenched his fist and said, "Is it possible?"
Ye Fan was taken aback and hurriedly stepped forward to help him up. He saw Yan Bing foaming at the mouth, barely able to breathe: "Come on! We are classmates after all, is it really necessary to be so ruthless?"
Ye Fan nodded. This move was the technique he used at the age of 11 to severely injure someone with a single punch. Now, seven years later, anyone struck by this move could immediately stand up and chat with you. A practitioner is indeed a practitioner, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of admiration.
Yan Bing was momentarily at a loss for words. Ye Fan suddenly waved his hand, striking ten times in an instant, and asked Yan Bing, "Is this what you mean?"
Yan Bing shook his head and said, "How could the Meteor Fist be like this"
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, yet he did not forget his father's admonition: "This is not very convenient to discuss"
Yan Bing waved his hand and said, "What hospital to send me to? I will practice my breathing exercises for a while before we discuss it further." After saying this, he closed his eyes tightly, appearing as if he were asleep. Ye Fan found this scene somewhat familiar, as he sometimes looked the same when he practiced his exercises.
What Yan Bing envisioned as "unless" truly happened. In front of him, Ye Fan suddenly swayed, seizing the minuscule gap in the seamless connection between the flowing energy and the tide, and in the blink of an eye, he had already moved beyond the coverage of the technique.
Yan Bing seemed to understand the rules well and did not continue to inquire further. Instead, he asked, "Was that move just now called Meteor Fist?"
Ye Fan stood upright, looking at his own fist in disbelief and said, "No way? It's nothing." He couldn't help but marvel internally that a trained fighter was indeed a trained fighter. With a thud, Yan Bing had already collapsed to the ground.
Yan Bing widened his eyes, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly: "This is truly fate, damn it. How could I challenge someone as disastrous as you"
Yan Bing exclaimed in dismay. He was most familiar with his own techniques; originally, the combination of fluid projectiles and relentless trends was indeed an inescapable killing move. However, due to his lack of complete mastery, there were always gaps between his moves. Yet, until now, no one had ever been able to seize that fleeting moment to break free. Today, Ye Fan's skill was evidently the highest he had encountered among all those he had faced.
The fluid projectiles were astonishing in their momentum, yet among the seven, five missed their mark. However, this was entirely within Yan Bing's design. Ye Fan had just effortlessly dodged his own punch, and he had already discerned that this opponent was not simple. The seven fluid projectiles were merely intended to force Ye Fan into a corner; the real killing move was to be unleashed at this moment
Ye Fan gathered his energy, focused his mind, and shouted: "Here it comes, Meteor Fist"