X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 147 - 142: Chinese Martial Arts Versus Taekwondo

"Ye Tian, tell me the truth, is my illness very serious?" Yun Xinyan lay on the bed, gazing into Ye Tian’s eyes.

In the recent period, Ye Tian had been a bit unusual, showing an excessive and even overprotective concern for her. Yun Xinyan was no fool; she vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking? Stop worrying about nothing," Ye Tian said with a chuckle.

To dispel her doubts, Ye Tian climbed on top of Yun Xinyan and started to caress her playfully, clicking his tongue teasingly, "Tsk tsk tsk, my dear wife, you’ve gotten plumper lately. Let your husband give you a kiss."

"Stop it, can’t you be serious for once?" Yun Xinyan pushed Ye Tian away.

Ye Tian was promptly pushed off the bed, pretending to hug his knees, crying out as if in agony: "Ouch, that hurts so much! With such strength, how do you even look like a patient?"

Yun Xinyan instantly got worried and quickly climbed out of bed to check on him, asking concernedly, "What’s wrong with you? Let me see, are you hurt anywhere?"

Ye Tian took the opportunity to nibble on her pretty face and laughed, "Ha ha ha, I fooled you, you fell for it."

"Jerk, you just know how to bully me," Yun Xinyan reproached.

"What’s wrong with bullying you, you’re my wife after all. Come on, let your husband bully you properly, heh heh heh." Ye Tian carried Yun Xinyan back to bed, smirking as he began to strip off his clothes.

Yun Xinyan didn’t resist and quietly lay on the bed, looking as if she was there for the taking. Her little face was sickly pale yet blushed beautifully, like a ripe, juicy peach waiting to be tasted.

Just then, Ye Tian’s cell phone rang again.

"What a drag, who’s calling at this hour!" Ye Tian frowned, glanced at the phone, and to his surprise, it was that girl Wang Bingbing. He thought that if she was calling at this time, it must be something important, probably concerning the Fire Virtue Gang.

"I’ll take a call, ha, and I’ll be back to take care of you. Get in position and wait for me, heh heh," Ye Tian said to Yun Xinyan.

Putting on his boxers, Ye Tian left his beloved wife’s bedroom, took two steps outside, and then answered Wang Bingbing’s call.

"My little maid, calling so late, is it about the Fire Virtue Gang?" Ye Tian asked cheerily.

"You guessed right. It is about the Fire Virtue Gang. I’ve found out their hideout," Wang Bingbing said on the other end.

"Where is it?" Ye Tian asked with pleasure.

The damn Fire Virtue Gang was definitely related to the King of Hell. Otherwise, there was no reason for them to help the King of Hell try to assassinate him.

The Peony Flower Poison inside Yun Xinyan desperately needed an antidote, and now the most critical task was to find the King of Hell, so Ye Tian had to pin his hopes on the Fire Virtue Gang. It was delightful that Wang Bingbing had so quickly located the gang’s whereabouts.

"Tell me, where exactly are they?"

Remembering how he’d come up short last time, Ye Tian was still a bit annoyed. Once he found that bunch of scoundrels from the Fire Virtue Gang, he intended to teach them a good lesson to vent his spleen.

"It’s too complicated to explain over the phone. You’d better come to my bar," Wang Bingbing said.

"Eh..." Ye Tian immediately frowned, "What’s so complicated? Just tell me where they are, make it clear. Little maid, if you’re trying to pull a fast one on me, believe it or not, I’ll take you down in a minute?" Ye Tian threatened.

"No, no, no, listen to me. Their lair is not in the city, it’s a particularly secluded place, I really can’t explain it in a few words. You’d better come to the bar, I’m not trying to deceive you, and as you know, I don’t have any reason to," Wang Bingbing earnestly explained.

Ye Tian nodded, "Alright, I’ll come to the bar right away, wait for me."

Having learned from the last experience, Ye Tian guessed Wang Bingbing wouldn’t dare play any tricks. Hearing her sincerity and that she didn’t seem to be dodgy, he decided to visit the bar. After all, to get the antidote sooner, there was no other choice.

After hanging up Wang Bingbing’s call, Ye Tian returned to the bedroom to explain that he had to step out due to an unforeseen issue. Yun Xinyan was quite exhausted and quite understanding; she advised Ye Tian to be careful before turning in alone.

Ye Tian headed to the garage to bring out the McLaren, speeding through the streets and quickly arriving at the Glaze Bar.

It was the start of the nightlife, and the Glaze Bar was bustling with cars and people, its entrance bathed in the glowing neon lights, and attractive men and women coming in and out.

The arrival of the supercar, the McLaren, instantly drew numerous gazes.

Ye Tian got out of the car and strode into the bar, immediately sensing that the atmosphere was amiss.

Wang Bingbing was standing inside the bar, and in front of her on the floor lay several people, all bar staff, each of them with swollen faces and looking like they’d been beaten up.

It seemed the little maid’s bar wasn’t too peaceful.

"What the hell do you want! You tell that bastard Wang Qian, don’t push it too far! Even a rabbit will bite when it’s cornered!" Wang Bingbing roared angrily.

"Bite? Ice Snow Queen, who do you want to bite, me? Hehehe, I’d love to be bitten by you. Want to do it right now? I can barely wait, hahaha!"

The one saying this was a young man with a black belt, who was tall—at least one meter ninety. He also sported a black belt around his waist, and his outfit resembled that of a Korean taekwondo expert.

This man was extremely burly; once he stood in the bar, everyone else seemed to shrink by half a head, forced to look up at him. He wore a haughty expression, seemingly enjoying the admiration.

Ye Tian walked into the bar and saw this scene, immediately sneering. He casually leaned against an inconspicuous corner, curious to see how Wang Bingbing would handle this kind of situation.

"Asshole, what do you think you are! How dare you flirt with Sister Bing! I, Liu Qiang, will cripple you!" A young man walked out from behind Wang Bingbing, his fists toughened from practice and his eyes sharp—evidently, he was also a martial artist.

The youngster with the black belt snorted coldly: "Liu Qiang? What sort of crappy name is that, never heard of it!" Adjusting his black belt, he said, "Unknown runts should scram to the side. Today, I am here under the orders of Brother Wang Qian to smash up your Liuli Bar. You all should have heard of who I, Zhang Tian, am. The wise will step aside; otherwise, I will beat you until you’re searching for teeth all over the ground!"

Zhang Tian!

So he was Zhang Tian!

"Provincial Taekwondo champion, who later fell into the underworld, Fist Tyrant Zhang Tian!" Everyone’s eyes widened: "No wonder he is so formidable; he is none other than the famous Zhang Tian!"

Fist Tyrant Zhang Tian!

Hearing the name of Zhang Tian, Wang Bingbing immediately furrowed her brows.

She was of course familiar with this person; she had once wanted to recruit him, but unfortunately, she never had the chance. She never expected that someone like Zhang Tian, a Taekwondo master, had become one of Wang Qian’s men.

"Liu Qiang, come back, you’re not his match," said Wang Bingbing with a furrowed brow.

With a master like Zhang Tian here to smash the place, Wang Bingbing resigned herself to the fact that the Liuli Bar was indefensible.

"Sister Bing, let me do this. They are too bullying; I can’t take it anymore!" Liu Qiang was a hot-blooded man, and with people shitting on his head, he did not want to be a turtle shrinking into its shell.

"Then be careful! Strong one," Wang Bingbing advised.

"Don’t worry, Sister Bing, I’ve practiced the Eight Trigram Palm for a few years now; I should have no problem dealing with this guy," Liu Qiang said confidently.

Hearing this, Zhang Tian immediately sneered: "Eight Trigram Palm? Stop joking around, okay? How is that junk even worthy of being called martial arts? Let me tell you, Taekwondo is the most powerful, all Chinese martial arts are trash, trash! Haha!"

Liu Qiang became furious on the spot: "Don’t you insult Chinese martial arts!" he said, and with a confident stride, charged forward, delivering a heavy palm strike.

Standing to the side, Ye Tian shook his head, thinking that although Liu Qiang was a manly fighter, his palm strike, although forceful, was lacking the agility of the Eight Trigram Palm; he was going to be at a disadvantage.

As expected, Zhang Tian sneered, exploiting the clumsiness of the other’s stance, and threw a straight kick with his right leg, hitting Liu Qiang squarely in the opening.

It must be said that Taekwondo has impressive power in its kicks. This one was so forceful that Liu Qiang was sent flying. Had he not practiced Iron Shirt for a few years, that kick would have definitely fractured bones.

It was quite a coincidence that Liu Qiang was flung in Ye Tian’s direction.

Ye Tian did not hesitate, naturally stepping in to assist.

Right away, Ye Tian employed the evasive steps of the Eight Trigram Palm, striding forward with a classic dragging palm technique and easily caught Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang was astounded at that moment, exclaiming, "Eight Trigram Palm? You’re a master of Eight Trigram Palm!"

"I wouldn’t say a master. I learned a bit when I was young, and now I’ve nearly forgotten it all," Ye Tan replied with a bland expression.

Almost forgotten, yet still so powerful! Definitely a master! Liu Qiang thought, full of awe.

Only then did Wang Bingbing notice Ye Tian, suddenly feeling overjoyed: "Ye Tian, you’ve arrived; that’s great!" freewёbnoνel.com

In the entire bar, only she knew how terrifying Ye Tian was. She had not expected him to show up at this time; this was truly wonderful—there might be hope after all.

Ye Tian smirked devilishly: "My little maid, this is the first time I’ve seen you welcome me so warmly; it’s a bit hard for me to accept."

On the other side, Zhang Tian had already discerned the relationship between Ye Tian and Wang Bingbing. The way Ye Tian had caught Liu Qiang showed refinement; clearly, he too was a martial artist.

"Kid, do you want to stick your neck out?" Zhang Tian narrowed his eyes and warned darkly: "Don’t blame me for not warning you; there is no good ending in opposing me!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Tian immediately frowned.

Originally, he didn’t want to get involved, as this was Wang Bingbing’s personal grudge after all. His purpose in coming to the Liuli Bar was just to gather intelligence on the Fire Virtue Gang.

But this guy named Zhang Tian dared to challenge him, the so-called King of the Night; naturally, Ye Tian could not tolerate it.

"Heh, you just called Chinese martial arts trash, right?" Ye Tan asked calmly.

"So what if I did? Chinese kung fu is trash; Taekwondo is the most formidable martial art!" As Zhang Tian made this claim, he kicked into the air to show off the power of Taekwondo.

Ye Tian sneered: "Chinese martial arts are trash? Well, I can only say, Heh. How about this—I’ll use Eight Trigram Palm to play with you. Let’s see whether your Taekwondo is stronger or if it’s the Eight Trigram Palm. Do you dare?"