C14 The Memory of Fighting

"Take them down, don't let them escape. Capture them."

Yuh Wenming took cover, eager to see if he could quickly drive them off.

Gong Qian and Gong Yu were formidable, fully aware of their own impressive strength.

In an instant, Jiaang Han's henchmen scattered, each fleeing to different locations.

On his way to school, Yuh Wenming mulled over his recent actions, sensing something odd about them.

Since reading that letter, his body had felt increasingly lighter, as though a sphere of Qi was gathering within him.

Yet, he couldn't release this Qi, which proved somewhat problematic.

Approaching the school entrance, he spotted several individuals tailing a girl in a school uniform.

Her silhouette seemed familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

"Help! What are you trying to do?"

Several people cornered Chen Mengmeng against the wall, leaving her no escape route.

Yuh Wenming observed the pair before him and sighed in resignation, "Ah, it's just one thing after another, every single day."

As Yuh Wenming was about to walk away, a voice echoed in his mind.

"Mission triggered: Hero to the rescue. Please save Chen Mengmeng."

He gazed at Chen Mengmeng, feeling powerless. With his current abilities, victory was out of reach. How could he possibly have the strength for this?

He sighed again, at a loss for what the right course of action should be.

But with the mission now his responsibility, he had no choice but to intervene. There was no alternative.

He strolled up to Chen Mengmeng and said with a light chuckle, "Hold on, didn't you notice I'm standing right here?"

The two thugs, hearing a voice nearby, glanced reflexively at Yuh Wenming, having never encountered him before.

Unable to recognize him, they doubted his strength and dismissed him from their concerns.

"If you're looking for a fight, come at me. Leave her out of this, will you?"

They hadn't intended to pay Yuh Wenming any mind, but to their surprise, he stepped forward, ready to take action.

Yuh Wenming's actions had stirred things up, making the scene lively.

He gripped his fists and strolled up to Yuh Wenming, a sneer curling his lips. "Come on, show me how you plan to take down one of us."

They were not quite as imposing as the men Jiaang Han had brought along, giving Yuh Wenming a glimmer of hope in handling them.

Chen Mengmeng noticed they had stopped focusing on her and saw her chance to slip away.

Yet Yuh Wenming, who had come to her rescue, seemed to be delayed, as if they had him cornered.

"Get out of here first. They won't hurt me. Just go," he urged.

Chen Mengmeng trusted Yuh Wenming wasn't deceiving her, bit her lip, and turned to leave.

"This kid's slippery as an eel. Hurry up and block him, take him down!"

Another onlooker, who had been enjoying the spectacle, now stepped forward with a sinister grin. "Let's see what I can do."

He had assumed his ally had slacked off, allowing their quarry to remain free.

But once he engaged, he quickly learned just how formidable Yuh Wenming was, his every move deftly evaded.

Chen Mengmeng breathed a sigh of relief when she saw they couldn't lay a finger on Yuh Wenming.

She had thought Yuh Wenming was avoiding a confrontation, looking for an escape.

Little did she know, Yuh Wenming was biding his time, wearing them down until, utterly spent, he delivered a crushing punch that landed with force.

The two men, unaccustomed to such blows, clutched their faces and crouched on the ground, stunned and disoriented.

The other, realizing Yuh Wenming was fighting back, switched to defense.

He had been confident in his guard, only to be caught off guard by Yuh Wenming's unexpected tactics.

A brutal strike to his arm sent him sprawling through the air.

The two scrambled up from the ground and fled in disarray.

Watching them run, Yuh Wenming couldn't help but laugh. "You think you're a match for me? Absurd."

Chen Mengmeng approached Yuh Wenming and meticulously checked him for injuries, relieved to find he hadn't sustained a scratch.

"You scared me half to death. I was afraid you couldn't handle them. Why did you come to rescue me?"

Yuh Wenming chuckled and replied, "Relax, I wouldn't take on such a task if I didn't have the right tools for the job."

Suddenly, a key materialized in his pocket, followed by the system's announcement.

"Congratulations, you've acquired a random key."

This was Yuh Wenming's first time receiving such an item, so he had no reason to worry.

"We should head back to school first. I'm not sure if those guys will follow us, so stick with me."

Chen Mengmeng took the lead, with Yuh Wenming close on her heels. He understood that this was how her favorability was earned.

Even though he wasn't sure of the significance of favorability, he wasn't opposed to gaining the school belle's good graces.

With a slight smile, he was curious to see where the school belle would take him.

Perhaps out of concern that the two individuals might come after them with reinforcements, she only led Yuh Wenming to the sports field.

The sports field was the most populated area in the school, so they had nothing to worry about.

"If you're feeling any discomfort, let me know. We'll take care of it, and that's all we'll do."

He shook his head, "Those two were no match for me. You're underestimating me."

Yuh Wenming casually waved his hand, not giving the two any further thought. In truth, he was incredibly tense.

His memory function had been triggered, flooding his mind with information like a tidal wave, causing a throbbing pain in his head.

The influx of data was overwhelming, impossible to switch off, and he furrowed his brow in discomfort.

"These memories don't belong to Wenn Zheming. I wonder whose fighting skills these are."

It was as if a tiny figure in his mind was demonstrating a Fist Technique, intent on Yuh Wenming mastering it.

Yuh Wenming never expected such a thing to happen. Overwhelmed, he stepped back and sat down on the ground.

To an onlooker, it might seem that Yuh Wenming was suffering from heatstroke due to low blood sugar.

Only Yuh Wenming was aware that the memories locked within his mind could transform him into a martial arts virtuoso.

However, he hadn't yet put his skills to the test, leaving him uncertain about their effectiveness in a real confrontation.

"It looks like I'll need to find someone to spar with soon," he mused. "If I don't shake off this rust, I might not be able to hold my own against them."