The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Chapter 111

"If we’re playing this game, we’re doing it by my rules. I’m not an idiot; I don’t want to be a fool who smashes an egg against a rock. So you might feel a little wronged, only me and Chuan will fight. The other three are archers, so you don’t have to worry. The chances of you being hit are still very low. After all, we two are part of that mix too."

"Heh heh, Brother Leopard really cares about me, huh?"

"No need for that act; spare me the ’playing the pig to eat the tiger’ trick. I’m not the tiger here, you are."

Drawing the bow, nocking an arrow, the bow’s body curved like a new moon – "whoosh" "whoosh" two sounds, two arrows launched simultaneously, as if the flitting insects against the window at midnight suddenly caught in the jaws of a gecko, their cutting momentum swift and fierce, giving no chance for any reaction.

The stainless steel of the compound recurve bow gleamed coldly under the sun, while the two arrows tore through the air with a roar, flying past Ye Tian’s shoulders, leaving the head right in between.

"Hmm, not bad, that composure of yours, I really can’t learn it. Xue, next time when you shoot arrows, you have to gauge the enemy’s movements, otherwise you’ll miss again..."

Damn you to hell!#￥&* (...

Ye Tian’s face was calm, but inside he was cursing out everyone present, especially that girl named Ping Jie. The saying ’you are influenced by the company you keep’ was not wrong at all. Hanging out with these lunatics, one couldn’t learn anything good!

Bullshit composure, Ye Tian simply had no time to react. Those arrows were shot from the most outstanding modern compound bows of the present day, incredibly fast. Ye Tian had once tried the bows used by the nomads of Inner Mongolia, made from a combination of horn, glue, sinew, silk, and lacquer - powerful, with a long range. He felt that to some extent, even the Type 54 pistol couldn’t compare to traditional archery. Now, he was facing arrows from an even more formidable compound recurve bow - how could he possibly stop them?

Fatty Long held a crossbow, which was much more convenient compared to the large bows used by Yin Xue and Ping Jie and it also shot faster. However, this combination was rather peculiar; a weak woman carrying a large bow and a large fatty holding a small crossbow, peeking stealthily, as sleazy as it gets.

"Come on, the old man won’t last long. Iron Cloth Shirt and Golden Bell Shield can’t stop internal injuries." Leopard said casually while loosening up his ankles and wrists, speaking to Ye Tian, "You’ve annoyed me, so I must make you pay a price. I don’t care about the means, I only care about myself."

Ping Jie frowned; she never liked Leopard’s way of doing things. Always extreme, never leaving an out – it’s very dangerous to operate like that.

Qin Chuan suddenly found the scene ridiculous, three grown men fighting like children, with one side even sneaking attack arrows from behind; they were acting like complete brutes. If his own father came to know, he’d undoubtedly grab a fire stick and break his legs! But he didn’t regret it – even though that kneeling tarnished Ye Tian’s grand image in his heart, he still longed for a battle with this master, even if he was thrown out again.

He was willing to be a brute once, and willing to be a villain once.

A cornered rabbit will still bite; a desperate dog will wildly leap over a wall. But here, there were no walls left for Ye Tian to jump over, all the escape routes were blocked by the wooden cage enclosing an old man and a child.

Then let’s fight!

"Crack!" With a forceful push of his foot, Ye Tian sent a large clump of soil flying into the air, instantly forming a basin-sized pit in the ground, the result of his right foot powerfully pushing off. With that force, his entire body surged forward and he swung a punch towards Leopard’s face. Regardless of whether you’re a novice or a Grandmaster, it’s impossible to contend with the natural conditions of the human body.

Leopard’s legs were firmly rooted to the ground, his thighs clamped together as if he was holding back an urgent need to urinate. This seemingly hilarious stance was actually the fundamental groundwork of the renowned Wing Chun. With his lower stance thus secured, Leopard raised his right hand, transforming it into a palm to block in front of him—a basic Wing Chun Fist technique used in practicing with wooden dummies.

Hands clashed against each other as they exchanged moves. It’s undeniable that Wing Chun’s Sticky Hand is quite unique. Despite Ye Tian’s considerable strength, it was truly no easy task for him to control his power in the midst of combat, let alone reverse the force of his opponent. Fortunately, Ye Tian was strong enough to match strength with strength, nearly overcoming Leopard several times. At this moment, Qin Chuan arrived.

A martial prodigy that emerged only once every hundred years from the 800-mile Qin Chuan, who was once sent flying by Ye Tian and laid in bed for a month to recover. This was the man appointed by the Qin family’s old master to be the Qin Family Head.

With a deft hand technique, Qin Chuan diverted the punch thrown by Ye Tian, positioning himself squarely in front of Ye Tian, but Ye Tian backed off two steps, choosing not to entangle with him.

"The thirteenth-generation disciple of the Qin family, Qin Chuan," he said. Clad in white, his spirited appearance was highlighted by a pair of phoenix-like eyes that exuded a valiant aura.

What a vision, this Qin Chuan in white.

Perhaps it was due to the darkness the previous night obscuring Qin Chuan’s features, but this time Ye Tian could see a resemblance to an adult version of Shen Jingwei.

Ye Tian earnestly hoped that Shen Jingwei would grow up to be an extraordinary talent, standing tall and mighty. And by the looks of it, he might well do just that, following in Qin Chuan’s footsteps.

"Whoosh!" An arrow flew by, narrowly missing Ye Tian’s ear.

A cold sweat instantly surfaced from every pore of his body; lucky he had been lost in thought. Otherwise, if he had dodged, he might have not been able to save his own head.

The repeated taunting arrow shots increased Ye Tian’s fury, yet he couldn’t fully vent it, knowing an arrow could come his way at any moment.

"The Qin Family Thirty-Six Forms. Please enlighten me."

No matter how many forms there were, Ye Tian was brimming with indignation. Watching Qin Chuan advance with Mysterious Steps, Ye Tian spread his legs wide, rooting himself firmly like an old tree, and began to move his hands in place, forming the Tai Chi Yin-Yang Plate. Tai Chi encompasses both hardness and softness, with the Yin-Yang Hand representing its softer aspect. Ye Tian’s hands opened and closed expansively, creating a visible flow of energy circling his body. By the time Qin Chuan got close, it was already too late—he was swept up by an inexplicable force. While this hadn’t harmed him yet, the brief disruption of a mere second had already resulted in dire consequences.

In a battle between experts, every minute detail became apparent!

The strength of Tai Chi Pushing Hands lies in overcoming the strong with the weak. At the barbecue stand, Ye Tian could use Pushing Hands to beat Leopard to within an inch of his life, and here, he could do the same to the white-robed Qin Chuan. Just as Ye Tian’s hands were about to strike Qin Chuan, Fatty Long shot an arrow, no, not just one—his crossbow could shoot consecutively.