My Extraordinary Achievements - Chapter 273: Put My Brother Down!
A terrifying thought appeared in Meng Fan’s mind. It was no longer a matter of self doubt. He instantly understood why he felt so weird yet familiar when he looked at this guy in the eyes. It’s because his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Wu Tong. If that was the case, then of course, Meng Fan would have the impulse to kiss him.
After analyzing what Lao Hei just called him, Ji Bro, Meng Fan deduced that this must be Wu Ji.
Wu Tong had mentioned before her family had a strange naming culture for the several kids. Her grandfather had seven brothers, and from the oldest to the youngest, the last character of their name would be based on the radicals gold, wood, water, fire, earth, sun, and moon. Her family was second in line, so they had the wood radical.
Plus, the characters in their families were based on the meaning of “first.” Her grandfather’s generation was “initial,” her father’s generation is “son,” and her generation was “yuan.”
Of course, her generation had “yuan” in their genealogy. But it had been omitted on her identity card.
Thinking about it too, this guy had also said he’d long wanted to beat him up. Meng Fan could confirm that this guy was an overprotective big brother. If his name wasn’t Wu Yuanji, it was Wu Ji.
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However, Meng Fan was still hesitant to ask.
What if it wasn’t… Bleh. Even if he wasn’t, it could only prove that he liked and missed Wu Tong too much. Yes, that’s right!
“Why do you care what my name is!”
Wu Ji paused for a moment and became more fired up. “Kid, don’t call me bro!”
Meng Fan was still staring at Wu Ji. With +4 Observation Skills, plus this statement, he could confirm. “If you’re not the biggest bro, then what order are you?”
“I’m the sevent… Hey punk, why are you talking so much!”
Wu Ji was furious. He didn’t waste any more time talking and dashed towards Meng Fan.
He’d heard from Wu Tong’s roommates long ago that she’d been close to a chubby homebody named Meng Fan. Slowly, he heard of their CP name that had been spread around, which made him furious. Long ago, he was already ready to find this punk and beat him up.
Based on the past experiences, he only needed to scare them. At most, he’d trick them into visiting the dojo and give them a ‘tour,’ which would make most people cower in fear like a frog who realized it wanted to eat swan meat. Even if that Hu Hang professor’s nephew showed up, his legs had gone soft. He was so obediently schooled and never misbehaved or clung on to Wu Tong again, keeping his distance.
If that noodle-legged shrimp wasn’t Hu Hang’s nephew, then Wu Ji would have sent him home crying so scared that he would avoid Wu Tong like a plague.
A couple days after the news of Meng Fan and Su Qingcen was released, Wu Ji officially lost it. He was about to head to the school anyways; he had to do more than just scare him. He would only be satisfied if he could beat the air out of Meng Fan.
And the mouse actually ran into the trap!
But he didn’t catch him!
And he won’t in the future, either!
He didn’t think he’d run into this punk in the Feng Ji Dojo, and he did not think the punk would be so good at combat. This was a good thing, of course.
Only, Wu Ji didn’t think the punk would recognize him so fast.
But so what, he still had to be taught a lesson!
This kind of man was not worthy of Wu Tong!
Thump!
After approaching, Wu Ji latched on and flipped him from the side. Afterwards, he frowned. He looked at Meng Fan, who was standing up again. He said coldly: “Why aren’t you hiding? Are you looking down on me?”
“No.”
Meng Fan continuously waved his hands. “Seventh Bro, didn’t you want to beat me up, I’ll let you beat me. Once you’re done and less angry, then tell me the reason. I’ll treat it as practice.”
“Don’t call me Seventh Bro!”
Wu Ji boomed. “Stupid punk, don’t think I’ll let you off that easily. Okay, you stand there. You’re not going to counter, right? I’ll continue kicking your ass!”
Wu Ji darted toward him like an arrow, grabbing onto Meng Fan’s shoulders. He exerted his force before suddenly pulling back, then he pushed Meng Fan. Pointing at him, he screamed: “Get your sh*t together and fight back!”
Meng Fan shook his head. “I’m scared to!”
Wu Ji: “I command you to not be!”
Meng Fan continued shaking his head. “Nope, still scared.”
Lao Hei was dumbfounded. What the f*ck is going on???
Yesterday, he didn’t realize what had happened during Meng Fan and Jin Taiyun’s fight until afterwards. Today, when Meng Fan and Wu Ji began to fight, he still didn’t understand. It didn’t sound like Wu Ji was fighting for Jin Taiyun, either.
Now, he was even more confused!
What happened? They had been sparring when some strange words were uttered. Then the Iron Hero just stopped completely and told Wu Ji to come at him. After Wu Ji hit him, they started arguing. When did Wu Ji become the kind of person to argue? And no matter how he looked… It looked like a bickering husband fighting with his wife.
And Wu Ji looked like an angry wife with nowhere to ventilate his anger!!!
Lao Hei couldn’t help but chuckle. This was a unique perspective to look at things. I’m a f*cking genius to be able to see from such an interesting standpoint.
He sat down.
He could comfortably watch the show.
With Wu Ji like this, Meng Fan wasn’t going to get beaten too hard no matter what. Lao Hei had nothing to worry about.
How nice would it be to have a bowl of sunflower seeds right now?
“Stupid punk!”
Wu Ji was fuming, but he had nowhere to exert his anger. He pointed at Meng Fan and lowered his voice. “You want me to vent my anger? Then f*cking fight properly and with all your strength. If you get a thrill out of it, I’ll have vented my anger. Otherwise, even if you do manage to date Wu Tong, don’t even dream of passing me. I won’t allow it!”
When Meng Fan heard this, the smile on his face immediately disappeared. He wrinkled his brows. “Seventh Bro, you can ask me to fight you properly to relieve your anger, but you’re going a bit overboard right now. What happens to me and Wu Tong is between the two of us. Nobody needs to be a blockade, and we don’t need anyone’s approval. You can only do one thing, and that is wish us happiness!”
“You arrogant, little twat!”
Wu Ji smiled slyly. “Alright, you said it. Fight properly. You want my blessing? Alright, I’ll give you 365 blessings in one collective go.”
Afterwards, he darted forwards again, grabbing Meng Fan with both hands. Seeing Meng Fan was trying to resist, he immediately took to the floor in a tumble and flipped Meng Fan.
“One.”
After giving out the ‘blessing,’ Wu Ji flipped over and approached Meng Fan again, hugging onto his legs. He then tumbled and flipped Meng Fan away with a leg-lock takedown.
“Seventh Bro, promise me now. If you lose, don’t tattle on me to Wu Tong!”
Meng Fan was ready to let go. Since he had to fight, he might as well give it his all.
The Wu family had too many men, and if all of them were like Wu Ji, there would be no end.
Wu Ji was a dojo master and knew how to fight, but what if there came along a doctor, or an author, or a scientist… What would he do then!
He had to maintain his stance. He couldn’t back out now!
“Don’t call me Seventh Bro!”
“I want to! Seventh Bro, Seventh Bro, Seventh Bro!”
“You’re not walking out of here on two feet!”
“I’m going to marry your little sister on two feet!”
“Punk, you’re dead to me!”
“Seventh Bro, I won’t die!”
Thump thump thump thump!
Bang bang bang bang!
Ah!
Whoosh!
Lao Hei was finally coming to understand what was going on. Turns out Meng Fan had something to do with Wu Ji’s overly beautiful, little sister.
He had to watch the show, it was too good for words.
The Iron Hero was fierce indeed. Look, look, look! Wu Ji’s already been taken down several times already!
Wu Ji naturally had nothing to say. This had long gone beyond just takedowns and captures. The entire process, they were using just takedowns.
Wu Ji would flip Meng Fan once, and Meng Fan would return with a takedown. The two were exclusively using takedown techniques and were at a stalemate.
Are they made out of steel? How could someone stand up so many times…
Lao Hei was thrilled from the match. How do you describe such a scene, blood and flesh? Sand and stone? Chaotic? Chickens and dogs gone wild? Dance of the dragon and phoenix? Two eagles matched up? Two birds fighting? Swallows flying…. Oh right. It should be the tower and the fox bickering, which made the spectator drool!
Every couple of seconds, someone would be sent flying. One moment they would repel each other, while the next they’re mushed together again, tumbling, one after another, continuously.
Badass!
Wu Ji was a badass and Lao Hei knew that.
Meng Fan was also a badass, and Lao Hei knew this as well.
But who knew Meng Fan could be this tough? He actually managed to match Wu Ji in skill using takedown techniques alone. It was like he had the wind in his step.
The match was approaching ten minutes, and more.
Lao Hei felt that Meng Fan had the wind in his step because during this time, Wu Ji had used the sweeping technique more than once to break away from Meng Fan.
Of course, Lao Hei knew that if Wu Ji had completely let himself go and used all his techniques, the results would be very different.
Of course. If Wu Ji had used another technique, then Meng Fan would have to consider switching his hat.
The fight continued until the door to the practice room burst open.
“Bro, stop!”
Wu Tong arrived in a rush and pushed the door open to see Wu Ji and Meng Fan sparring with each other. Immediately afterwards, she saw… Meng Fan holding Wu Ji above him.
“Meng Fan, put my brother down now!”
