a saying circulating: "If it's not Fu, then it's Huo; and even if it's Huo, they can't escape."At first glance, one inevitably sees Huo Mingzheng.He casually raised his eyes to look over, his gaze col...Usually, when nothing is happening, Fu Jing rarely goes to the fencing club. People usually help him take care of things there.

He mostly spent his time at the training hall, helping the coach guide his junior and senior students.

He just got here today and heard that a guest had requested to practice with him.

"Didn't I say, I won't be practicing with you" Fu Jing took off his coat and opened WeChat on his phone.

She didn't reply to him.

"Brother Fu, those people said that they belong to the Huo family, the head of the Huo family in Nanshi, Huo Mingzheng."

Fu Jing's hand paused as he scrolled through his phone, remembering what Ji Lin had told him about Fu Yan's identity. However, he didn't know the other layer of relationship between Huo Mingzheng and Fu Yan.

He turned back, "Okay, I'll change my clothes."

Qin Heng originally wanted to invite Huo Mingzheng out for a drink. Hearing that he had come to the fencing club, Qin Heng's place was very close to there, just a five-minute drive away.

"What's wrong with your hand" He was a doctor, professionally sensitive.

He put on his fencing uniform, glancing dismissively at his back. His mind was filled with the woman's sultry and tearful appearance, afraid to speak, biting her lip, those eyes filled with desire begging him.

She probably doesn't even know herself, but that look isn't pitiful at all. It's like a lovestruck cat.

He nonchalantly said, "Cat scratches."

"Hey, which cat dared to scratch the Hò family's prince" Qin Heng gloated.

"Wildcat."

"Then you should get the rabies vaccine right away"

Qin Heng was sincerely reminding him, being scratched by a wild cat is no small matter. The Huo family's prince, so precious and revered, can't afford even the slightest blemish.

Who knew Huo Mingzheng, upon hearing this, would glance at him. He was baffled, yet inexplicably felt a shiver down his spine.

Did he say anything wrong

Ho Mingzheng carried his helmet out, saying, "Scratch it too much and you'll build immunity."

Qin Heng: “......”

Fu Jing changed his clothes and came to the fencing hall, with his assistant following behind him.

Walking into the room, Fu Jing was still looking at his phone. He teased, "Fu Ge, are you in love"

"Almost there." Fu Jing teased him.

The assistant was astonished, "You finally bloomed like a desert flower!"

Their conversation was not loud nor soft, the venue was spacious and quiet, you could hear it from afar.

"Ding"

Fu Jing was all too familiar with that voice. He stopped and looked up the stairs.

The man in fencing attire stood tall and noble, his helmet concealing his features. Yet, an aura of innate dignity radiated from him, impossible to ignore.

The man held a long sword, his movements professional; he was clearly trained. The sound just now had come from the blade as it vibrated.

"Mr. Huo, this is Fu Jing," the assistant introduced.

Huo Mingzheng, through his helmet, his eyes sharp and cold, "I know."

Fu Jing placed his helmet on the left, and proactively extended his hand, "Mr. Huo."

The atmosphere hung heavy for two seconds.

Ho Mingzheng reached out and shook hands.

Qin Heng stood aside, feeling a little uneasy. Something about the atmosphere seemed off.

......

In the first round, Fu Jing's long sword was struck down by Huo Mingzheng.

"Is this the level of professionalism you possess" Huo Mingzheng's voice was cold.

And Fu Jing was indeed surprised. Huo Mingzheng's fencing level was so high, it was comparable to that of a professional athlete.

He let it slide, and Huo Mingzheng saw through it.

He is a worthy opponent to give your all.

Fu Jing picked up his sword again, "I'm sorry."

Qin Heng wasn't interested in fencing, but that didn't affect his nervous attitude, especially since the two people on stage were evenly matched, with neither able to find the other's weakness.

With a sword, Huo Mingzheng almost attacked Fu Jing, but Fu Jing parried with his sword and narrowly dodged. Qin Heng stood up nervously, and Huo Mingzheng was also almost struck, he almost cried out.t you strike harder Are you scared stiff and out of strength""He said, pulling up Fu Yan's injured hand, "Does it hurt""It doesn't hurt, it's medicated." Fu Yan followed the flow and pulled her hand o...