The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 74 -

74: Chapter 74

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Lethal combat style.

Disabling the hand, flipping the wrist, the sticky hand from the small ideas within Wing Chun, Shen Jingwei’s palm didn’t reach Lei Bao, but was dismantled by a move called sticky hand.

You can follow up a dissolved move with another, but when masters spar, there’s no chance to make up a move, one impaired move leads to a cascading defeat, Lei Bao fiercely stepped down on the foot Shen Jingwei was about to lift, then immediately followed with a knee strike, driving his knee into his abdomen, instantly, Shen Jingwei collapsed.

“Kid, Jeet Kune Do isn’t played like this.

On a normal day, I could guide you a bit, but today I’m not in a good mood, so I’m using you for practice.

Wing Chun versus Jeet Kune Do, it’s not a disgrace.”

With a “thud,” Shen Jingwei was aggressively thrown out by his hair, curling up on the ground, struggling to get up.

Shen Jingwei wiped his mouth, not taking it seriously, rubbed his stomach, and stared intensely at this long-haired androgynous person.

This guy is harder to deal with than a wild boar!

Lei Bao walked over with clacking dress shoes, extended his hand and hooked his fingers, “Again?”

This time, without the earlier sprint, Shen Jingwei started to take his opponent seriously.

His previous impatient fighting style wouldn’t work, he could only proceed step by step.

Wing Chun and Jeet Kune Do, both from the same lineage, are premier choices for close combat, developed to perfection, they truly are kings of close combat.

Bruce Lee learned Wing Chun from Ye Wen and then developed Jeet Kune Do; which is superior is unclear, but today, two equally strong opponents using two equally formidable martial arts clashed.

Like two probing tigers, they approached step by step, inching closer, both with hands ready, until their palms touched, and the real duel finally began.

Shen Jingwei attacked first, not because he was rash, but the essence of Jeet Kune Do lies in striking before the enemy, unlike Wing Chun’s position warfare, Jeet Kune Do focuses on moving battles, finding the perfect distance and angle, then severing the opponent’s moves and counterattacking.

Thus, Shen Jingwei was destined to strike first, yet also destined to fail first.

Sticky hand, the same sticky hand as before, once Shen Jingwei’s punch came, it was immediately entangled by Leopard’s sticky hand, trained by master for over a decade, every ferocious punch could be caught and then counterattacked when the opportunity arose, several Wing Chun wooden dummies had been destroyed.

Dazzling hand techniques, crisp swapping of hands, and occasional movement of the lower body, Shen Jingwei’s attempts to lift his legs were trapped by Leopard, pressed to the floor immobile.

However, his upper body made little progress, only then did Shen Jingwei realize, besides his Grandpa, there were other formidable people in this world.

Really impressive, how could this person named Leopard have such nimble hands, seemingly effortless, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.

Suddenly, Tang Su and others only saw Shen Jingwei’s body shake abruptly, then he was sent flying straight out, and it was that type of flying through the air for a while before landing, within an instant, the originally close pair had a distance of five meters between them.

Inch Force!

A representative force of Wing Chun.

From a distance of thirty centimeters, after dodging a punch from Shen Jingwei, Leopard struck his ribcage with a punch, unleashing immense force that sent him flying.

This was the second time Shen Jingwei had been sent flying; the first time was when a palm strike missed and someone flung him away by the hair.

But this time, he was genuinely injured.

The force of Wing Chun is extraordinary, and the lingering effects are of the level of an internal injury, capable of gradually torturing someone to death.

Shen Jingwei spat blood from the corner of his mouth, a sign of severe damage to his internal organs.

“How about it, still want to get up?

You really intend to fight me to the death, huh!” Leopard saw him trying to stand up by leaning on his knee, walked over, and delivered a kick right to Shen Jingwei’s kneeling knee—a kneeling horse oblique hammer strike to the outer side of the knee, which could shatter the entire kneecap.

“Clang!” A white crescent streaked across; Leopard’s kicking leg angled and swerved out.

At the same time, he realized why the kid was unmovingly kneeling there—it was a trap waiting for him to fall right into.

Leg traps, one of the two Gongsun Muyang had left behind—the other was stuck on the left leg, unable to be pulled out.

Shen Jingwei really had no choice, truly no other options.

His Jeet Kune Do, after all, had been practiced for eight years; at the age of five, Gongsun hung him upside-down on a tree branch, and eight years had passed, even the Sino-Japanese War had been won, but today he couldn’t last even ten moves against this opponent!

If he couldn’t manage it, then so be it; it was time for a desperate struggle!

He pulled out his last life-saving thing.

As expected of an expert, in a completely unguarded state, he miraculously avoided any contact with Shen Jingwei’s leg traps.

Moreover, his diagonally kicked leg even stabilized after a returning spin.

“If your blade swings at me again, I won’t be able to escape.” Leopard muttered, then kicked again, solidly striking Shen Jingwei’s head.

That was indeed the head!

After a muffled grunt from Shen Jingwei, he was sent flying again, marking the third time tonight.

Then red and black colors covered him; blood was everywhere—nose, mouth, eyes—it seemed he could no longer hold on.

“That’s enough, Leopard, it’s about time to leave.” The man behind probably couldn’t bear to watch any longer and spoke up, also giving Ping Jie a look implying she should try to persuade him.

Ping Jie smiled bitterly and shook her head, walking behind Leopard, “Are you really not worried about making a big deal out of this?

Although this place isn’t significant, it’s only two hours by train from Beiping City.

Not to mention the old folks at home, even if the local police show up, do you not care about the trouble?”

Hearing the word “police,” Leopard turned around and glanced at Song Qian, “Police?

The police would have to kneel here and lick my boots.”

In the dim light of a small late-night barbecue stand, under the glow of a thirty-five-watt bulb, only a few people stood—the privilege of the victors.

Leopard, with his slender yet explosively powerful body, soared among the groaning crowd like a majestic hawk ruling the skies.

Leopard suddenly turned his gaze toward Gu Yue; that sinister look brimming with yin qi genuinely made Gu Yue shudder with coldness, having never encountered such eyes before.

“Little missy, aren’t you a rich girl?

Your family must have people—call them.

If you can’t call anyone, I’ll have you lick first; serve me well and then we’ll talk.”