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The smile was bright, even a little shy.

"Wife."

Zhang Yan gently patted Nie Qingcheng's hand and took it off his arm. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it."

Zhang Yan took off his suit jacket, folded it elegantly, and handed it to Nie Qingcheng.

"You bought this dress for me, it's quite expensive, don't get it dirty."

He turned around, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs as he looked at Qin Xiao.

"Three minutes?"

Zhang Yan shook his head.

"What? You think it's taking too long? Afraid you won't be able to endure it?"

Qin Xiao said sarcastically.

"No."

Zhang Yan rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing a section of his smoothly sculpted forearm.

He cracked his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound.

"I think it's a huge waste of everyone's time."

Zhang Yan raised his head, and the gentle warmth in his clear eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling indifference.

"Thirty seconds, I guess."

"If you can stand up, I'll admit defeat."

mad!

That's outrageous!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

How dare an art student say such a thing to a special forces king?

Qin Xiao was stunned for a moment, then laughed angrily, his facial muscles twitching: "Fine! Fine! Fine! I was going to leave you a way out, but since you're courting death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Please come into the courtyard!"

Qin Xiao turned around and strode towards the courtyard.

Zhang Yan, with his hands in his pockets, slowly followed.

The courtyard of the Nie family's old house is very large, paved with blue bricks, and there is a plum blossom stake in the middle used for martial arts practice.

The guests all rushed out, forming a large circle, craning their necks, afraid of missing any detail.

Nie Zhenbang also came out and stood on the steps, his gaze somber.

"start!"

Nie Fan shouted impatiently, his expression as if he could already see Zhang Yan's broken leg.

Before he could finish speaking...

Qin Xiao made a move.

As expected of a special forces soldier, his movement was like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, so fast that it created a gust of wind.

Without any fancy moves, it was a powerful military punch aimed straight at Zhang Yan's face!

If that punch had landed, it would have caused a comminuted fracture of the nasal bone, and could even have resulted in a concussion.

"what!"

The timid female guest had already covered her eyes.

Nie Qingcheng's heart leaped into her throat; she wanted to scream but couldn't utter a sound.

however.

Faced with this fierce punch, Zhang Yan seemed to be stunned and stood motionless.

Just as the force of the punch was about to hit the tip of his nose.

Zhang Yan made a move.

It was neither retreating nor blocking.

He simply tilted his head slightly.

The punch grazed past his ear.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yan's right hand seemed to reach out from the void, moving so fast that no one could see its trajectory, and grabbed Qin Xiao's wrist.

[Grandmaster Jeet Kune Do] activated!

Use someone's strength against them!

Following Qin Xiao's momentum, Zhang Yan gently pulled back and seemingly casually tripped over the obstacle.

"Go on."

Qin Xiao felt an irresistible force coming at him, and he instantly lost his balance, flying out like a broken sack.

But it's not over yet.

The moment Qin Xiao's body was airborne, Zhang Yan released his grip, his figure blurred, and he instantly closed in.

Stick close to the mountain!

"Bang--!!!"

A dull, muffled impact.

Zhang Yan's shoulder slammed into Qin Xiao's chest.

Qin Xiao's burly body, weighing over 180 pounds, was sent flying five or six meters away by the impact, crashing heavily into the old locust tree in the yard.

"Splash—"

The leaves fell like rain.

Qin Xiao slid to the ground, clutching his chest, and vomited a mouthful of bitter water. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Apart from the sound of leaves falling to the ground, there was no other sound in the entire yard.

Nie Fan's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Those rich kids who were originally waiting to see Zhang Yan make a fool of himself now looked like ducks with their necks being choked, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

One move?

No, it doesn't even qualify as a single move.

From the moment Qin Xiao threw his punch to the moment he lay on the ground like a dead dog, the whole process took less than three seconds!

Is this the king of special forces?

Is this what they call a gigolo?

Zhang Yan stood still, not even pausing to breathe.

He patted non-existent dust off his shoulders and then slowly walked over to Qin Xiao, who was still struggling on the ground.

He crouched down, looked at Qin Xiao whose face was full of pain and disbelief, and smiled.

"See? I told you three minutes was too long!"

Zhang Yan reached out and wiped the sweat from his hands on Qin Xiao's tactical vest.

"Dude, building muscle is good, but don't just push yourself to the limit."

"besides."

Zhang Yan stood up, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Nie Zhenbang, whose expression was complex, standing on the steps.

He took his suit jacket back from Nie Qingcheng, put it on slowly and deliberately, and buttoned it up.

"If anyone mentions the word 'protection' to me again..."

Zhang Yan straightened his collar, his tone calm yet exuding an air of dominance.

"First, ask my fist if it agrees."

Looking at the tall, upright man standing in the sunlight, Nie Qingcheng felt her blood boiling.

If the painting just now was a stunning display of talent...

So the punches now are a barrage of hormones.

This man was capable of governing the country with his pen and conquering the world on horseback.

Nie Qingcheng's life has been worthwhile!

"Good! Well done!"

Du Mingxuan was the first to react, and regardless of the occasion, he immediately started clapping, "Master Zhang is awesome! This is real skill! What special forces? Just fancy moves!"

Nie Zhenbang took a deep breath, and his gaze towards Zhang Yan completely changed.

If before it was just admiration, now it's fear, and... a desire to bring it under my control.

This kid is a dragon.

Moreover, it is a lurking dragon that has not yet fully opened its eyes.

Just then, Qin Xiao, who had fallen to the ground, finally caught his breath.

He struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes no longer held the previous contempt, but instead a deep fear and... a soldier's unique, indomitable ruthlessness.

"I refuse to accept this!"

Qin Xiao roared, "I underestimated you just now! If you've got the guts, let's compete in something else!"

"Compare to something else?"

Zhang Yan turned around, looking at him with amusement. "What do you want to compete in? Painting? Or playing the piano?"

"Let's race!"

Qin Xiao pointed outside the door, "The West Mountain winding road! Eighteen hairpin bends!"

"Whoever reaches the top of the mountain first wins! The loser leaves behind a hand!"

Comparing cars?

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Has Qin Xiao lost his mind?

Try to race him?

He has the [God-level Driving Mastery] skill as a system reward!

"Okay."

Zhang Yan shrugged and pulled a Ferrari car key from his pocket—the one he had just won from Nie Fan last night.

"Since you're willing to die, then I'll send you on your way."

"but……"

Zhang Yan pointed to Qin Xiao's Hummer parked at the door, "Are you sure you want to drive that thing with me on the mountain roads?"

"I'm afraid you won't even see my taillights."

"Enough nonsense!" Qin Xiao gritted his teeth. "My car's down the mountain! A modified GTR! A war god!"

"GTR..."

Zhang Yan stroked his chin. "That's pretty fast."

He turned to look at Nie Qingcheng, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Honey, dare you sit in my passenger seat and experience what... speed and passion are all about?"