My Extraordinary Achievement

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation  Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"This brat is just playing with me now!"

At this moment, Wu Ji was already standing outside a practice room, checking his time. "It takes me twenty minutes to get to the art academy, and if I add the time it takes to buy her food, I only have two minutes."

He opened the door and walked in. Seeing Lao Hei, who was thumping the floor, he then looked at Meng Fan, who had locked Lao Hei into submission. This made Wu Ji fume with anger.

How could his sweet innocent little sister become so devious because of this punk!

If he drove faster, he should have five minutes to teach this punk a lesson!

Wu Ji happily accepted the change of plans.

"Lao Hei, you can leave."

Wu Ji placed his phone on the floor and did some basic warmups.

"Ji Bro, what are you doing?!"

Seeing Wu Ji enter, Lao Hei immediately crawled up and rolled over. They had specifically found a private room, thinking that they were ok after practicing for half an hour. But he actually came!

He was familiar with Wu Ji and often heard him cursing the Jin Taiyun stick. He could confirm that Wu Ji despised Jin Taiyun very much and had only been joking yesterday. He didn"t think he"d actually show up to avenge Jin Taiyun.

This was unlike Wu Ji!

Seeing Wu Ji continue to warm up, Lao Hei became more startled. "Ji Bro, if you want to get revenge for the stick, I will… I will end our friends.h.i.+p! This isn"t right!"

Wu Ji twisted his neck. "Get the h.e.l.l out of here."

Lao Hei stood firmly. "I"m not going."

"Do what you want. It"s best you try to stop me, so I can beat your a.s.s, too!"

Afterwards, he ignored Lao Hei. Wu Ji removed his shoes and entered the room, stretching his arms behind his back. After finis.h.i.+ng up his exercises, he looked towards Meng Fan. "Punk, you"re just learning capture and takedown techniques, right? I"ll use these two techniques to beat your a.s.s. I"ll give you ten seconds to get ready."

After hearing the exchange between the two, he mostly understood what was going on. His expression darkened.

From Lao Hei"s tone, he could tell that this Ji Bro guy was a powerful player. As for the name, it must be related to the Feng Ji Dojo… there was Yang Feng, and this Ji guy.

Seeing Lao Hei"s demeanor, this Ji Bro must be stronger than Yang Feng.

As his face darkened, Meng Fan felt excitement swell up inside him. He was happy to spar with a professional!

Only, Meng Fan continued to feel that this handsome man with a ponytail looked rather familiar, but he was sure he"d never seen him before. This made him curious.

His eyebrows and eyes looked like someone!

Meng Fan crinkled his brows. "Have we met before?"

"Nope. If we had, I would have beat your a.s.s already." Wu Ji tied up his hair. "You have five seconds left."

Meng Fan was even more confused. Based on his words, Wu Ji was already prepared to beat him up.

"Two seconds."

"One second."

Wu Ji didn"t give Meng Fan time to think. He fiercely exhaled and burst forward towards Meng Fan like a cannonball.

"He"s so fast!"

Meng Fan was freaking out. He wasn"t going to dodge it in time, and forced himself to calm down. He focused his attention and waited for Wu Ji to approach.

Bang.

Wu Ji immediately turned his body after reaching Meng Fan and quickly appeared next to Meng Fan like a ghost. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around Meng Fan"s waist and stepped forward to take him down.

Meng Fan had learned this takedown technique before. It was a basic move, but Wu Ji"s usage of it was different.

A huge force struck him, as Meng Fan felt his body being toppled over right away. Although his strength wasn"t able to bring Meng Fan to the ground, it made him lose his center of gravity.

At this moment, Wu Ji was already on the other side of Meng Fan. He reached for Meng Fan"s arm and lunged forward. Following the direction of force, he channelled the strength into his arms. Thump. Meng Fan had been flipped on the ground, taken down.

Thump! Meng Fan had never been taken down by anyone before. The pain was excruciating!

Lao Hei did not dare watch. True, Meng Fan was a bada.s.s, but he wasn"t Wu Ji"s rival.

Yang Feng couldn"t flip Meng Fan, but that didn"t mean Wu Ji couldn"t.

Wu Ji was still grasping onto Meng Fan"s wrist. He resisted the urge to use a sweeping technique followed by a cross; he"d promised to only use the capture and takedown techniques to bring him down.

Without letting go, he tumbled. The other hand grasped onto Meng Fan"s shoulder, and using the force from the tumble, flung Meng Fan down once again.

"Punk, is your tolerance that weak?"

Wu Ji gave Meng Fan a chance to catch his breath and stopped suppressing him. He smiled coldly. "Stand up!"

Whoos.h.!.+

Meng Fan exhaled a deep breath, stood up, and proceeded to be flipped two more times. His eyes were red. It was too painful!

The handsome long-haired man in front of him was powerful, fast, and his reaction time was terrifying!

He definitely was a scary opponent.

If this guy hadn"t promised to not use any other techniques besides capturing and takedown, Meng Fan would have already swapped out his hat and worn it on his finger.

Meng Fan knew now. If an opponent of this caliber managed to use a joint-lock technique on him, then he would suffer for real.

Of course, Meng Fan could confirm that this guy wasn"t as strong as himself. As long as he could successfully s.n.a.t.c.h, he might have a chance at winning.

This opponent wasn"t someone that you come by often!

Otherwise, Meng Fan would have given up long ago.

"Come at me!"

Meng Fan wiped his mouth and downed the energy drink he had exchanged. He raised his compet.i.tive state to its peak and calmed himself down.

As Wu Ji sprinted towards him, Meng Fan shrinked his body. As Wu Ji was about to change direction, Meng Fan did not try to dodge, but braced the impact with his whole body.

Bang.

The impact on Meng Fan was very powerful. Although he wasn"t able to take him directly, he managed to disrupt Wu Ji"s route. At the same time, he reached out and successfully s.n.a.t.c.hed.

Thump.

Meng Fan"s stance and position did not change as he flipped Wu Ji onto the ground based on his strength alone.

If he had adjusted his position, Meng Fan was worried this guy might have reacted fast enough to counter.

Based on experience, he wouldn"t have been able to beat him.

"This is getting interesting!"

Wu Ji immediately stood up after being thrown to the ground and did not give Meng Fan an opportunity to suppress him. He stood up and dived in right away for a leg-lock takedown.

After successfully taking him down, he tumbled again and reached for Meng Fan"s wrist. But he didn"t reach him in time. Meng Fan, though, managed to s.n.a.t.c.h right on.

At this moment, Meng Fan was still on the floor. He didn"t care what technique he used. Relying on his strength alone, he rolled over and body slammed Wu Ji.

Thump. It wasn"t a light throw.

After landing on the ground, Wu Ji"s tumble began to slow down.

As he slowed, Meng Fan was able to suppress him and perform the capture technique.

Wu Ji tried to counterattack, but Meng Fan was too strong. He couldn"t match Meng Fan"s hand speed either and wasn"t able to struggle free.

Instinctively, he pulled backwards, breaking free in a sweeping motion.

Lao Hei screamed at this time. "Ji Bro, you used the sweeping technique!"

"Shut up!"

Wu Ji coldly glared at him and stood his ground. He gestured to Meng Fan. "Come and get me."

Allowing Meng Fan to s.n.a.t.c.h at him counted as his own punishment for breaking his own "rules."

After Meng Fan successfully s.n.a.t.c.hed at him, Wu Ji also reached out and s.n.a.t.c.hed. The two held onto each other and confronted each other face to face.

Meng Fan was stronger than Wu Ji, but Wu Ji"s takedown skills were much better than Meng Fan"s.

After several exchanges back and forth, they were in a stalemate. Neither one could flip the other.

They glared at each other, foreheads almost touching.

As they stared, the anger and desire for combat suddenly extinguished from Meng Fan"s eyes, a terrible thought appearing in Meng Fan"s eyes.

My dear G.o.d, why do I have a strong urge to kiss him!

Suddenly, Meng Fan released his grip and squirmed away.

"Wait!"

Meng Fan reached out to pause, clutching his head. "Bro, is your last name Wu?"