Chapter Thirty-Four

Zhao Yan scrambled up all at once, rubbed his face, and looked at Zhou Yu in astonishment. "Jeet Kune Do?" he asked.

Zhou Yu nodded. "Yes, it’s Jeet Kune Do."

Zhao Yan exclaimed, "Brother, elder, my own ancestor, just what on earth do you know? Tell me, won’t you?"

Zhou Yu scratched his head a bit sheepishly. "Well, I’ve actually forgotten most of it."

Zhao Yan could only sigh in resignation. "Come on, let’s keep going. I want to see how much you can remember."

With that, Zhao Yan charged at Zhou Yu. When he was about two meters away, he leapt, arms outstretched like a great roc spreading its wings, and kicked at Zhou Yu in rapid succession—the very move known as the Phoenix’s Double Wings from Tan Tui.

Zhou Yu watched Zhao Yan’s flying kicks without alarm. He retreated while raising his arms to block the incoming blows.

Just as Zhou Yu was nearly backed up against the wall, Zhao Yan’s momentum slowed. But as soon as he landed, without waiting for Zhou Yu to react, he leapt once more, spun around, and delivered a sweeping kick—a move called Swaying Lotus Leaf.

Zhou Yu hadn’t trained for years, and his reflexes weren’t what they used to be. He could only raise his arms instinctively to shield himself.

With a loud thud, Zhou Yu was kicked several steps backward.

After steadying himself, Zhou Yu rubbed his arms and said to Zhao Yan, "Looks like you’re finally showing your true skills. I suppose I should show you some respect."

With that, Zhou Yu assumed a strange fighting stance.

Zhao Yan, seeing this, halted his attack and asked, "Who exactly are you? How do you know this kind of combat technique?"

Zhou Yu was surprised. "Seems you know more than I expected."

At this point, Zhao Kui also spoke up. "This kind of deadly skill isn’t something just anyone can learn, or even know about."

Zhou Yu lowered his hands. "So you two aren’t ordinary special forces soldiers, are you?"

By now, Wang Kui had already concealed himself and drawn the pistol from his waist.

Zhao Yan also withdrew to a safe distance and called out, "Brother, let’s talk. I hope you’re not with that mercenary unit, or an assassin or spy from some foreign country."

Nian Yu could no longer keep quiet and shouted, "Xiao Yan, what’s gotten into your head? How could he possibly be a mercenary or anything like that? He’s been with me for ages."

She knew Zhou Yu might be a bit reckless, but he was honest at heart—there was no way he could be the kind of mercenary Zhao Yan was talking about.

Zhou Yu showed not a trace of nervousness. "Relax, brother. I’m just an ordinary guy. As for these martial arts, it’s really quite simple. When I was young, my health was poor, so my family sent me to a martial arts school for a few years. Only when I was old enough for regular school did I leave. That’s where I learned Bajiquan, Jeet Kune Do, Taizu Long Fist, and Nanquan’s single-headed staff techniques."

Seeing Zhao Yan remain silent, Zhou Yu went on, "Besides that, I taught myself kickboxing and Muay Thai. As for Tai Chi, I picked it up from an old man I met in the park while practicing Muay Thai. And joint locks—I learned those in your unit."

Zhao Yan said, "That’s not what I want to know. I’m asking about your Israeli combat skills."

Zhou Yu replied calmly, "No rush, brother. Let me explain. That Israeli combat technique you mentioned—I actually stumbled across it by chance online. There was a demonstration clip in a video, but before I could finish watching, the webpage was blocked."