Chapter 290 It seems I, Jiang, am truly a genius!

However, after the initial shyness, they seemed to have been provoked by Jiang Jing's goading.

Two against one?!

They were experts who had been through countless trials!

No matter how strong Jiang Jing was, could he really have become strong enough within a mere fifteen days to defeat both of them combined?

That was simply absurd!

They absolutely did not believe it!

This seemingly harsh additional condition actually gave them the perfect opportunity to join forces and teach this arrogant guy a lesson.

If they won, everyone would be happy.

If they lost... that was impossible!

Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong quickly exchanged a glance, both seeing the same determination and a flicker of fire ignited by the challenge in the other's eyes.

This guy was too arrogant!

They had to show him what they were made of!

"Fine! We accept!" Lin Hong spoke up first, her tone resolute, as if she could really deflate Jiang Jing's ego.

"Two against one it is! When you lose later, don't come crying to us!"

Zhou Wanqin also nodded solemnly.

"Haha, straightforward! I like dealing with straightforward people!" Jiang Jing clapped his hands and laughed, a look of complete control on his face.

They arrived at their destination. Jiang Jing stood in the center of the empty Gym, casually assuming a starting stance; it looked loose, yet it faintly exuded an air of being impregnable.

He beckoned to the two beautiful captains who were standing at the ready, his tone filled with immense confidence: "Come on, heroines, you can bring it on."

"Get ready... to be defeated by your own moves!"

Lin Hong was thoroughly ignited by his arrogant attitude.

With a cold snort, she began to play along with the atmosphere, retorting in a slightly chuunibyou tone:

"Hmph! Big words! Today we'll let you see what real overwhelming strength looks like! Let's see how we beat you until you're crawling on the floor!"

Although Zhou Wanqin didn't speak, her eyes became even more focused and sharp, like a leopard locking onto its prey.

"Haha, then—let's see what you've got!" Jiang Jing laughed, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly sharp.

The battle was about to break out at any moment!

Lin Hong, having the most impatient temper, launched the attack first.

She shifted her feet and darted out like a leopard.

A sharp, swift straight punch aimed directly at Jiang Jing's face, the whistling wind of the punch demonstrating her solid foundation.

At the same time, Zhou Wanqin tacitly cut in from the flank, a low sweep kick silently aiming for Jiang Jing's supporting ankle; the angle was tricky, and their coordination was seamless.

Facing this combined attack from above and below that almost sealed off all angles of evasion, Jiang Jing only slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

He didn't even move much; he just swayed his upper body slightly, and Lin Hong's seemingly sure-hit punch grazed past his cheek, the wind of the punch lifting a few strands of his hair.

At the same time, his leg, as if possessing foresight, slightly lifted and dropped, avoiding Zhou Wanqin's sweep kick just right.

His heel even lightly tapped Zhou Wanqin's shin before she could retract it, causing her to stagger slightly.

"What?!" Both women were shocked in their hearts.

This reaction speed and grasp of timing were simply astonishing!

Missing the first strike, the two women were not discouraged, and their offensive unfolded like a violent storm.

Fists, palms, elbows, knees, kicks... moves from military combat techniques emerged one after another.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, one hard and one soft, cooperated tacitly, enveloping Jiang Jing in a suffocating web of attacks.

However, Jiang Jing was like a reef in the crashing waves, standing firm and unmoved.

His movements did not look fast; they even carried a leisurely air, as if he were taking a stroll.

But every movement and every block was surprisingly precise.

His arms were like cast steel, shaking the two women's arms until they were faintly numb.

What made them feel even more frustrated and incredulous was that the moves Jiang Jing was using were clearly variations of the basic combat techniques they had "taught" him over the past half month.

Only in his hands, these basic moves seemed to be endowed with a soul; they connected smoothly, and the force was applied cleverly, often precisely hitting their flaws just when their old strength was spent and new strength had not yet emerged.

"The point of force for this move should be in the waist and hips, not just using arm strength." Jiang Jing, while easily and comfortably parrying Lin Hong's grapple, still had the leisure to comment, his tone just like a teacher guiding a student.

"When side-kicking, your center of gravity needs to be stable; you're too focused on power, so your lower body is floating." He sidestepped Zhou Wanqin's high sweep kick, lightly flicking his finger against the side of her supporting knee, and Zhou Wanqin immediately felt her entire leg go numb, nearly losing her balance.

The more they fought, the more the two women's hearts sank.

They felt that they were not fighting against a person, but facing an insurmountable mountain.

Jiang Jing seemed to be able to predict all their attack intentions; his strength, speed, reaction, and technique completely crushed them.

Was this really someone who had only learned for fifteen days?

This was simply a master who had been immersed in combat for decades!

Five minutes had passed, and the two women were already drenched in sweat, their breathing rapid, and their offensive had clearly slowed down.

In contrast, Jiang Jing was still calm and composed, not even his hairstyle was messed up.

"Alright, warm-up over." Jiang Jing suddenly smiled.

He no longer just defended and parried; his movements suddenly accelerated.

His left hand reached out, accurately gripping Lin Hong's wrist, and with a pull and a twist, Lin Hong felt an irresistible force coming; her whole body was involuntarily pulled to rotate half a circle, and her center of gravity instantly went out of control.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Jing's right leg accurately tripped the heel Zhou Wanqin was using to maintain her balance.

The timing of this move was peak perfection; Zhou Wanqin was already irritable from failing to attack for so long, and her lower body was not as stable as usual. Being tripped lightly like this, she immediately let out a cry and fell backward.

"Bang!"

"Ouch!"

Lin Hong was thrown out by Jiang Jing using her own force, stumbling a few steps before hitting the boxing column nearby; although it didn't hurt, her posture was disheveled.

Zhou Wanqin sat on her bottom on the soft floor mat, her face full of disbelief.

The battle was over.

In the Gym, only the heavy panting of the three people remained—mainly Zhou Wanqin and Lin Hong's.

They stood there or sat on the ground, lost and dejected, their eyes empty, their minds completely blank.

Defeated...

Really defeated...

And it was the two of them joining forces, defeated by Jiang Jing in an overwhelming manner in just a few minutes...

Just what kind of monster was this?!

Jiang Jing looked at the two women, who were heavily struck and seemed to have had their convictions collapse, and clapped his hands.

He brushed off some non-existent dust, then struck a cool pose, head held high and chest out, and said in the tone of an otherworldly expert:

"Sigh, it seems I, Jiang Jing, really am a one-in-a-million martial arts genius! To have such achievements in a mere fifteen days, it really is lonely like snow..."

His funny appearance and exaggerated tone formed a huge contrast with the sharp and steady image he had during the battle just now, instantly making the two women, who were still in a daze and depressed, laugh.