Tan's Leg Techniques

“I only studied at the Qingcheng Sect for five years. Later, I was expelled for breaking the sect’s rules, so I never truly mastered their arts. But real masters of Qingcheng are beyond your imagination,” Luo Fei snorted.

A heavy thud echoed.

After becoming familiar with the Nine Palace Steps and Dragon Seizing Hands, Chen Fengyun struck Luo Fei with a powerful palm, sending him flying. Luo Fei spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing weakly onto the sofa, his body trembling so violently he couldn’t stand.

“Who exactly are you? With such formidable skills, why do you insist on making enemies of us?” Luo Fei coughed up blood as he spoke.

“You have no one to blame but yourself for not managing your men properly. Today, one of your people dared to steal my friend’s wallet, and then tried to attack me with a knife when I caught him. So I had no choice but to come here and deal with you myself.

By the way, didn’t you say you all work for some Boss Qin? I’ll wait here. Call Boss Qin over and let me see just how impressive he really is.

Also, I assume Boss Qin has some practitioners of ancient martial arts among his followers? Bring them all. Otherwise, he’ll have a hard time cleaning up this mess,” Chen Fengyun said, pulling over a sturdy chair and sitting by the front entrance.

“Fine, that’s what you said.” Luo Fei hurriedly made a call, which was answered by someone surnamed Qin, who was clearly furious about what had happened.

“So, tell me, who is this Boss Qin of yours?” Chen Fengyun asked slowly after Luo Fei hung up.

“Our Boss Qin is none other than the renowned Qin Tianxiong of Rong City, the president of Twin Heroes Group. He owns Twin Heroes Entertainment City, Twin Heroes Entertainment Company, Twin Heroes Security, and several other businesses. Nearly half of Rong City’s entertainment industry is under his control. So just wait for Boss Qin’s wrath,” Luo Fei replied, still trying to sound tough.

“A man of such stature probably won’t come in person. So who did he send to rescue you?” Chen Fengyun frowned.

“Boss Qin is sending his right-hand man, the King of Legs. Her name is Tan Ying, the most famous heir of the Tan Family Leg Technique, known in the martial world as the King of Legs,” Luo Fei said, perhaps hoping to intimidate Chen Fengyun, making no effort to conceal the information.

“Well, it’s good if she knows some ancient martial arts. It would be too dull if she didn’t,” Chen Fengyun laughed, his anticipation growing.

In less than half an hour, the sharp click of high heels sounded from outside. Luo Fei’s eyes brightened instantly, his face filling with excitement.

“Wait, the King of Legs is a woman?” Chen Fengyun was a bit surprised.

“That’s right. The most formidable heir of the Tan Family Leg Technique of this generation is Miss Tan Ying herself. Boss Qin spent a fortune to bring her in as his top expert,” Luo Fei said with pride, as if to say Chen Fengyun was doomed.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted as the front door was kicked open. Chen Fengyun darted forward with a lightning-fast punch, shattering the flying door panel with a thunderous crash.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway, exuding an intense, intimidating aura. As Chen Fengyun looked her way, he found a strikingly tall woman with a simple ponytail, clad in a red fitted leather jacket and black short leather shorts. Now and then, a flash of her pale midriff showed between the garments. She wore black fishnet stockings and a pair of scarlet high heels several centimeters tall.

Tan Ying looked to be around thirty, her figure lush and alluring, radiating a mature woman’s charm, yet with the bearing of a queen. Her bright eyes, deep as autumn water, fixed keenly on Chen Fengyun.

“Luo Fei, you’ve really lost your edge. You let a kid like this give you so much trouble?” Though striking, Tan Ying’s tone was dripping with disdain as she looked Chen Fengyun over; she sensed no threat from him.

“Sister Tan, this guy is really something. He can fight while learning others’ techniques on the fly—I’m no match for him,” Luo Fei replied, his face reddening with embarrassment.

“I’ve long heard of the famed Tan Family Leg Technique. Let me witness it for myself today,” Chen Fengyun smiled.

“Kid, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you? My legs could squeeze the life out of you. Want to try?” Tan Ying giggled, casting him a flirtatious glance.

Chen Fengyun was instantly flustered. Though a cultivator and strong, he was utterly inexperienced in matters between men and women. Teased so boldly by Tan Ying, he felt his face burn with embarrassment.

But just as Chen Fengyun stood there awkwardly, Tan Ying let out a crisp shout and sprang high into the air. Her leg swept across like a tiger pouncing, whistling through the air with incredible speed and force.

“Well done!”

Yet Chen Fengyun’s spiritual sense had been shrouding her all along. The instant she moved, he barked a command and stepped forward, his footwork forming the pattern of the Nine Palace Steps, easily evading her attack.

At the same time, he struck with a Bagua Palm, landing directly on Tan Ying’s calf. Yet she reacted quickly, her leg flashing away along the trajectory of his palm, so it amounted to little more than a quick caress.

“Well, little brother, how did my thigh feel? Want another touch?” Tan Ying laughed, but her legs never stopped moving. With a whirlwind motion, she raised her leg high and brought it down toward his head with a rush.

“Hmph, what’s the point of touching through stockings? Shall I help you take them off?” Chen Fengyun in an instant turned his palm into a claw, deploying the Dragon Seizing Claw technique he had just learned, grabbing at Tan Ying’s thigh, his hands slicing through the air so swiftly that Tan Ying was deeply startled.

They exchanged blows, and at first Tan Ying found herself able to tease Chen Fengyun as she attacked. But as he unleashed more and more techniques, her pressure mounted, forcing her to focus fully on deploying the eighteen forms of the Tan Family Legs in an effort to defeat him.

What she didn’t know was that this was exactly what Chen Fengyun intended; he was deliberately pressing her, seeking to steal her leg techniques in the midst of the fight. Every so often, his hand would brush her thigh, even ripping several large holes in her black fishnet stockings.

Tan Ying grew increasingly flustered and furious. Over the years, she had met many opponents, some even harboring desires toward her, but none dared tease her so boldly in the face of her formidable skills. Even Qin Tianxiong, the mighty boss of Rong City, had spent a fortune to bring her into his service. He had his own ideas of a hundred nights of passion, but only if she were willing—otherwise, even Qin Tianxiong could do nothing.

Yet today, she was being teased by a young man more than ten years her junior. Though she had teased Chen Fengyun at first, she was still a woman and could not stomach such humiliation. The more agitated she became, the harder she attacked, but no matter how desperately she fought, she could not overcome Chen Fengyun.

“Sister, it seems your thighs aren’t all that special after all. Perhaps you’d like to try touching mine?” After dozens of exchanges, Chen Fengyun grinned mischievously.