Chapter 689: How Could My Master Possibly Lose?

The butterfly knife in Yun Jian’s grip was still kept within its handle, which meant that Zuo Linwei was fine—a blunt jab on his back by the knife handle, at most—even when Yun Jian was thrusting the butterfly knife against where his heart was from the back.

No one was going to get hurt when the knife was still kept within its handle.

The spectators were dumbstruck while Zuo Linwei was struck with the realization that he would already be dead if the knife that Yun Jian had pushed against his back was flicked open.

Zuo Linwei was brawny and his speed was not exactly slow, but the reason for his swift defeat was simple. Yun Jian was too fast—so fast that he could not even react to it. Moreover, it was equally useless when he was strong and powerful but was unable to hit his target.

While everyone was speechless in shock, Ning Bin’s exclamation came loud and clear. “Holy sh*t! The pretty girl won!”

His shout snapped everyone out of their daze.

Zhang Shaofeng, Chen Xinyi, and Ling Yichen had seen Yun Jian’s skills, had even witnessed more alarming moves from her, but they still could not help the shudder that ran through them when they were greeted with it again now.

Meng Lin’s eyes were wide open from spectating as she swallowed several times during the match. She could not help poking fun at herself in her mind—she grew up training judo and was older than Yun Jian but the latter’s skill… If Yun Jian’s opponent was Meng Lin, Meng Lin was pretty sure that Yun Jian would have pinned her down before she even moved an arm.

“Hahaha!” Zuo Linwei’s hearty laugh resonated in the gym.

Everyone shifted their eyes to the man at once, only to see Yun Jian redrawing her butterfly knife and tucking it back into her pocket habitually.

“A young one to watch out for! A talent to be taken with respect!” Zuo Linwei exclaimed and turned to look straight at Yun Jian, speaking with emotions.

“It’s a pleasure to spar with you,” Yun Jian looked down with a small smile playing at the corners of her lips and replied humbly.

“Hahaha! See, how could my master possibly lose!” Zhang Shaofeng was probably the happiest one there as he stood before everyone with a grin that threatened to split his face in half.

He was quite good looking but the wide grin basically ruined his image.

“Enough you! Show off!” Chen Xinyi was happy for Yun Jian but she teased Zhang Shaofeng without missing a beat either.

“Heh heh!” Zhang Shaofeng guffawed before running to Yun Jian. As he did, he shouted in exaggeration, “Master, how did you make that move look so cool! Teach me, teach me!”

Yun Jian was gradually teaching Zhang Shaofeng techniques and movements now as his chopsticks throwing had shown some progress in half a semester. The duration was inadequate for Zhang Shaofeng to master chopsticks throwing, not that Yun Jian asked him to stop practicing.

Furthermore, they were here at the taekwondo gym today to teach Zhang Shaofeng some techniques. Yun Jian did not plan to keep the move to herself. Extending her arm, she repeated her movement as she spoke, “You have to strike fast and be precise in what I’m teaching you today. If your opponent makes an attack, you must remember to avoid it at the same time. Since you won’t be able to judge if the opponent has a follow-up move, you need to grab your knife and hold it against your opponent’s fatal point while you avoid the attack. This is crucial!”

Yun Jian repeated what she did just now, her moves clean and crisp. Zhang Shaofeng nodded as he listened while Zuo Linwei was amazed watching her. The rest were curious—who taught Yun Jian such remarkable skill?

“Hey, pretty girl, who taught you these techniques?” Ning Bin asked Yun Jian just as he thought about it.