Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 405 of 501
853 Still a One-Hit Kill "Good." Ouyang Junwei was angry, but he said nothing more. Seizing the initiative would be ideal. He was fairly confident in a fair one-on-one contest such as this—he was a taekwondo black belt, and ordinary men were no match for him.
To date, Ouyang Junwei had rarely met an opponent; he was quite confident in his own skill.
Ouyang Junwei still believed that Yang Ce's killing of Deadly Delay 001 and of his own father had both involved an element of luck. Yang Ce might be clever, but that didn't mean he had any real martial skill.
As for Yang Ce having a gun, Ouyang Junwei wasn't especially surprised. What did the Sun family of Donghai do for a living? How could they not have guns?
Ouyang Junwei was also thinking: if he struck first, could he take Yang Puqi out with a single blow? If so, that would be ideal. So after saying "Good," Ouyang Junwei did not strike first; instead he faced off against Yan, contemplating a perfect technique that might finish Yang Ce in an instant.
If one move couldn't kill Yang Ce, there was no telling what other tricks Yang Ce might pull to do him in. Ouyang Junwei was genuinely a little afraid now; this Yang Ce seemed a wily one.
"I say, you Ouyang Jun-whatever, could you hurry it up?" Yang Mo was growing impatient. "What are you pressing up against me for? If you don't make a move soon, I'm telling you, I might change my mind."
Ouyang Junwei had been concentrating hard, hoping to land a fatal blow on Yang Ce, and Yang Juehuan's words gave him a start. Surely the boy wasn't about to change his mind? From his tone, he wasn't thinking of playing some trick, was he?
Ouyang Junwei was startled and dared not delay any longer. With a "Hah!" he lashed out with a kick. It was a standard taekwondo kick, delivered with tremendous force—landed on a person, it could inflict serious injury.
But how could such a move so much as scratch Yang Ce? Yang Ce shifted lightly to the side, and Ouyang Junwei's kick met empty air.
"All right, you're done, aren't you? If you're done, then it's my turn." Yang Ce truly had no patience for dawdling with this Ouyang Junwei, but since he'd promised the man a fair contest, he couldn't go back on his word.
"Hm?" Ouyang Junwei was taken aback by Yang Juehuan's words, then immediately overjoyed. In a fight between two people, no matter who struck first, the result was usually the two of them grappling together. But from what Yang Cenbin meant, it seemed they would take turns—one move each.
Ouyang Junwei had indeed been afraid that once they grappled, Yang Ce might use some dirty trick against him, and that one moment of inattention would be his undoing. Now, things were better: according to Yang Ce, one move each, so he'd have enough presence of mind to deal with Yang Juehuan's techniques without worrying about underhanded tricks.
"Good." Ouyang Junwei nodded. "Then make your move. I'll take it."
"Then watch yourself—don't let me kill you with a single blow, or there'll be no more fun for the two of us," Yang Ce said with a chuckle.
"Don't worry, you won't finish me with one blow." Angry as he was, Ouyang Junwei still spoke with patience.
Yang Yu nodded, said, "I'm making my move now," and then, imitating Ouyang Junwei, took a running start and launched a flying kick at Ouyang Junwei.
Ouyang Junwei was delighted. So Yang Shouxuan was nothing much after all—he used a flying kick, and Yang used a flying kick too. What could such a flying kick do to him? At this thought, Ouyang Junwei executed a move even more effortless than Yang Ce's: he touched his gold-rimmed glasses, flicked his hair, and tilted his whole body to the side, dodging Yang Cenbin's kick.
Just as Ouyang Junwei was feeling immensely pleased with himself and about to toss off a few taunts at Yang Juehuan, he suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind slice past his ear, and then a tremendous force struck his temple, as though it would burst his skull.