My Extraordinary Achievements Chapter 280 - Fighting Again

Chapter 280: Fighting Again

“Wait, wait, wait!”

Slap slap slap!

Lao Hei tapped the floor quickly, his face pale. He wasn’t hurting, but he was scared.

“Master Meng, where did you learn to do this s.n.a.t.c.hing? This is crazy! If you really used all your strength, I’d be disabled!”

After coming to the dojo today, Meng Fan and Lao started practicing. At first, it was regular foundation work, then they moved onto converting knowledge into power.

Lao Hei wanted to cry after just a few moves.

Meng Fan felt good about what he’s done so far. He could tell it worked by looking at Lao Hei. He smiled and said, “I learned it online.”

Lao Hei almost fainted. “Online? You’re learning random stuff online and using it on me? I could have been killed!”

Lao Hei didn’t think of how Meng Fan could learn something so well online. He was barely hanging on to his life.

“No more, no more!”

Lao Hei shook his head really hard. “You’ll kill me like this!”

Meng Fan didn’t want to give up on such a learning experience. He laughed. “I’m kidding. I learned all of this from Seventh Bro. I couldn’t have overpowered you with random moves, right?”

“Really?”

“Really!”

“Take it easy on me!”

Lao Hei thought about it. It must be true. He couldn’t have been taken down with unorthodox moves. Not to mention, other than that move earlier, the rest were formal s.n.a.t.c.hing moves. If Wu Ji did teach Meng Fan those, then it made sense that the moves were complex and unusual.

As to why Wu Ji would teach Meng Fan, it was obvious.

Lao Hei spent a lot of time reading that online post yesterday so that he wouldn’t be so clueless in the future. He didn’t understand everything, but he knew Meng Fan was potentially a brother-in-law to Wu Ji. They were definitely family.

That fight yesterday?

It was their family business. Outsiders like him better stay out of it.

Lao Hei was curious about one thing. Based on the online photos, Meng Fan was still an overweight homebody two months ago. How did he get so buff so quickly?

Just from running? It’s so bizarre.

He had to have a lot of self-discipline.

Lao Hei was a coach, so he knew something about fitness and weight loss. Losing weight from just running would be very difficult.

Usually, one needed to combine aerobic with anaerobic exercises to lose weight.

Lao Hei wanted to ask, so he did. Meng Fan’s answer: He ran 20 kilometers a day.

Wow! With so much running, Meng Fan could be even leaner!

More questions followed. How did such a chubby body support so much? Meng Fan chuckled and said genius things were hard to explain.

What else could Lao Hei say?

Genius? To Lao Hei, Meng Fan was a G.o.d-level talent in this area.

Soon, Meng Fan managed to use all the s.n.a.t.c.hing techniques he saw from online videos on Lao Hei.

“You’re insane!”

After a whole set, Lao Hei was a mess. The physical injuries were one thing; he was hurt mentally, too.

“Master Meng, are you sure Ji Bro taught you all this? Even if you spent all day and all night learning together yesterday, you couldn’t have learned this much s.n.a.t.c.hing!”

Lao Hei was recommended as a coach by Yang Feng because of two things. He was durable, and he was good at anti-s.n.a.t.c.hing. Obviously, he was good at s.n.a.t.c.hing as well. Lao Hei was very familiar with this skill.

Compared to Meng Fan, Lao Hei felt he didn’t know anything at all about s.n.a.t.c.hing!

It was frustrating comparing yourself to others!

Meng Fan laughed. “Seventh Bro is a good coach.”

Clang!

The door was pulled open. Wu Ji walked into the private practice room with a frown. He pointed at Meng Fan angrily. “Don’t call me Seventh Bro!”

Startled, Meng Fan stopped talking. Speak of the devil…

Wu Ji stared at him. “When did I teach you s.n.a.t.c.hing?!”

Meng Fan crossed his fingers and whispered. “In my dreams.”

Wu Ji looked ready to hit him. “Dreams?”

Meng Fan nodded. He might as well keep lying. “Hm, I thought you were teaching me in my dreams. How else could I have learned so much s.n.a.t.c.hing? It’s like that movie ‘King of Beggars’ with Stephen Chow. He learned the Lohat Fist while dreaming.”

Wu Ji laughed about the ludicrous answer. “Was I the old beggar?”

Meng Fan answered shamelessly. “Or maybe you’re the reincarnation of Seventh Uncle Hong.”

“The old beggar is not Seventh Uncle Hong, okay? Did you even watch the movie? Why am I wasting time talking about this?” Wu Ji was frustrated at the change in topic. He pointed at Meng Fan. “Yang Feng asked you yesterday if you wanted to go pro. You said no. Why are you here again?”

Meng Fan answered guiltily. “I wasn’t interested in professional fighting, but I wanted to learn some basic fighting techniques. You know, to protect myself and to protect… Tong Tong.”

It was not a good idea for Meng Fan to mention this. Wu Ji looked like a volcano ready to erupt. His eyes landed on Meng Fan’s right hand, the same hand which had held Wu Tong’s hand before.

Suddenly, Wu Ji seemed to take a deep breath. His face relaxed as he smiled and said, “Might as well. If you want to be with my sister, I won’t stop you. I can’t stop you anyway. It’s nice that you want to protect her. How about this? Tell me what you want to learn, and I’ll teach them to you.”

Meng Fan shook his head immediately. “No, no, nothing to learn. I learned a lot from Lao Hei already. I’m good!”

Meng Fan would be a moron if he couldn’t tell Wu Ji was acting here.

Even Lao Hei could tell Wu Ji was trying to beat Meng Fan in the name of teaching him.

What’s going on with these brothers-in-law?

“Nothing to learn? Oh, no. You have a lot to learn to be able to protect Tong Tong.”

Wu Ji was doing warm-up. Seeing that Meng Fan was ready to flee, he stopped warming up and chased after Meng Fan. “You have to learn, no matter what!”

This time, Wu Ji didn’t want to limit himself to takedowns and s.n.a.t.c.hing!

Just those skills weren’t enough to hurt him. He needed to beat Meng Fan this time!

“Tell me, which hand did you touch Tong Tong with?”

“Wanna learn the Scissor Kick?”

“How about the Cross Fix?”

“b.a.s.t.a.r.d, I was letting you win yesterday. Today, you’ll know the real me!”

“Which hand touched her?”

“…”

“Ow! Seventh Bro, stop!”

“Seventh Bro, I promised Tong Tong I won’t hit you!”

“Seventh Bro — Wu Ji, you’re a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Why are you using this low-down move?”

“…”

Meng Fan had already gained 10 points in s.n.a.t.c.hing Techniques. With his power and Hand Speed, he wasn’t afraid of Wu Ji at all.

This time, Lao Hei was prepared. He found a stool somewhere and took out a pack of sunflower seeds to snack on.

“Feng Bro! Here, have some sunflower seeds!”