Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Play fighting

AN: One Chapter today, I needed a break. I will make up tomorrow. Thank you.

Xiang Yu tied the belt of his judo suit with practised ease, the blue fabric contrasting sharply against his pale skin. He glanced at himself in the mirror of the home gym, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Blue might just be his colour, he mused. Running his fingers through his hair, he noted how the short style framed his face well, though he still preferred the freedom of his long hair. Perhaps he would grow it out again while he was in this world.

As he admired his reflection, the door creaked open, and Han Xin stepped in. His footsteps faltered as he caught sight of Xiang Yu, who was lost in his own thoughts. Han Xin’s breath hitched, mesmerised by the sight before him. Xiang Yu’s appearance was nothing short of dazzling, a magnet for attention wherever he went. It was no wonder he was so popular.

Xiang Yu bent down, stretching his muscles, and Han Xin quickly averted his gaze, feeling a flush of heat rise to his cheeks. When Xiang Yu straightened up, he caught Han Xin’s reflection in the mirror. Turning around, he greeted him with a calm, "You are here."

Without missing a beat, Xiang Yu adopted a fighting stance, his eyes narrowing with determination. "Hurry up, let’s get this over and done with. I have plans," he said, his voice carrying a hint of impatience.

Han Xin stepped forward, mirroring Xiang Yu’s stance. "With who?" he asked, his voice edged with a suppressed anger that now threatened to surface. The smell of gunpowder was intense in the atmosphere. All it would take would be one spark for a firestorm to erupt.

"Young master Han, aren’t you a little too curious?" replied Xiang Yu with an amused smile. He had fought with Han Xin before in the previous world, so he didn’t mind going at it again. In fact, he was so excited.

Han Xin chose not to respond to that question. Instead he said, "Don’t hold back."

"I don’t plan to," Xiang Yu replied, his tone equally resolute. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

The well-lit home gym soon echoed with the rhythmic thuds of feet on the mat and the heavy breathing of two men locked in combat. Xiang Yu and Han Xin circled each other, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The air was thick with tension, each movement calculated and precise.

In a blur of motion, Han Xin lunged forward, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s heavy jacket with practised ease. With a swift twist of his hips, Han Xin executed a perfect hip throw, sending Xiang Yu crashing onto the mat. The impact reverberated through Xiang Yu’s body, a sharp pain shooting up his back. He swore under his breath, knowing that Han Xin was not holding back.

Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, seething in anger. Han Xin really dared to push him hard. He pushed himself up, his eyes narrowing with determination. He couldn’t afford to lose focus. "What are you so angry about?" Xiang Yu asked, his voice edged with frustration.

"I am not angry," Han Xin replied, his tone flat and unconvincing.

"Really?" Xiang Yu shot back, disbelief colouring his words.

As they engaged again, Xiang Yu attempted a shoulder throw, but Han Xin countered effortlessly, his strength and skill evident in every move. Xiang Yu’s frustration grew, but he forced himself to stay calm, searching for an opening. "How dare you say that you are not angry," he muttered, his voice low and intense.

Han Xin didn’t reply, his focus unwavering as they continued to confront each other.

Xiang Yu finally saw his chance. He feinted to the left, drawing Han Xin’s guard, then swiftly pivoted to the right, hooking his leg behind Han Xin’s knee in a minor inner reap. For a brief moment, Xiang Yu felt the thrill of gaining the upper hand as Han Xin stumbled. But it was fleeting. Han Xin recovered quickly, his expression darkening with rising anger.

With a powerful surge, Han Xin grabbed Xiang Yu’s arm and pulled him into a tight arm entanglement. Xiang Yu struggled, his muscles straining against Han Xin’s iron grip, but it was no use. Han Xin’s strength was overwhelming. With a final, forceful twist, Han Xin slammed Xiang Yu back onto the mat, pinning him down.

The sound of their laboured breathing filled the room, mingling with the dull thuds of their bodies hitting the mat. Xiang Yu lay there, his chest heaving, his mind racing. He knew he had been outmatched, but the fire in his eyes remained undimmed. He was excited.