The Assassin's Enemy Lover

The playing field had been leveled in the absence of mental power but Yi Chen barely moved an inch after being struck by Zi Han. He wanted to end this quickly in a less painful way but he truly underestimated Zi Han’s resilience.

Zi Han raised his leg and with a powerful swing, he kicked Yi Chen’s shoulder. Yi Chen quickly blocked his kick and in turn grabbed that foot and pulled him closer.

His other hand grasped Zi Han’s neck and slammed him to the ground to pin him down.

With a dull thud, Zi Han’s body fell on the training mat. Before Yi Chen could have the opportunity to pin him down and force him to yield Zi Han raised his leg and ruthlessly kicked Yi Chen’s abdomen.

Yi Chen grunted as he pulled back a few feet and the group of students jeered. This was rather unexpected. Zi Han was the lowest-ranked in their class in terms of mental power but here he was standing his ground against Yi Chen.

It seemed his mental power was weak but his physical strength was unrivaled. Unfortunately for him, the person he was matched up with was on top of the food chain.

The corner of Zi Han’s lips quirked up as he got up to his feet. With a wolfish expression, Zi Han clenched and unclenched his fist as he lazily paced on the mat looking for an opening. He looked like a demon on the prowl in the middle of the night.

Yi Chen waited for him patiently but the drill instructor wasn’t as patient. “Stop fuckin around like this is a courtship!” he said and Zi Han lunged forward swinging his fist and Yi Chen blocked him but Zi Han was quick witted.

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He slammed his knee onto Yi Chen’s abdomen but before he could land a hit he was blocked by Yi Chen’s crossed arms.

Before he could react the back of his neck was suddenly grasped and he was pulled down by a great force. His foot was simultaneously kicked and he came tumbling down.

Before Yi Chen could press him down again Zi Han flipped his body over and lay on his back. He wanted to kick Yi Chen off his body but unfortunately, his plan wouldn’t work twice. Yi Chen was already prepared. He locked Zi Han’s legs with his preventing them from moving.

He forced both of Zi Han’s shoulders onto the mat with his arm holding him in a chokehold. It was clear the kind of situation Zi Han was currently in but he was as stubborn as an ox.

“Yield,” whispered Yi Chen but Zi Han ignored him. His eyes tightly shut he tried to escape this trap but no matter how hard he wiggle he couldn’t free himself. In fact, Yi Chen tightened his hold trying to force that word out of him.

His face soon resembled that of a cooked lobster with beads of sweat flowing down his forehead but he didn’t intend on giving up. Yi Chen was at a loss as he watched this wiggling worm trying to get out from underneath him.

Zi Han’s hand accidentally touched the side of Yi Chen’s chest and he suddenly had a terrible idea. It was probably a bad idea but who told Yi Chen to provoke him. It was probably against the rules and quite shameless for him to do such a thing but he was the most shameless of them all so.....

Yi Chen who was adjusting his posture suddenly felt a stinging pain on his left nipple like it was getting twisted off. His body froze as he looked at Zi Han who wore a smirk on his face.

“Pick one..... you le-let me go or you lose a nipple,” said Zi Han with a throaty chuckle. Yi Chen bit his lip trying to endure. He had never thought that a nipple could be this painful when twisted by pincer-like fingers.

“Fuck,” he mumbled with his forehead laced with a layer of cold sweat, “so shameless.”

“Yeah... I don’t give a shit,” he whispered back feeling smug as he pinched even harder. Yi Chen couldn’t bear it anymore. With a loud grunt, he flipped Zi Han’s body over forcing him to let go of his nipple.

Zi Han took the opportunity to escape but Yi Chen was so mad about his throbbing nipple that he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back this time pinning him to the ground face down.

Zi Han muttered, “Shit,” while trying to fight back but it was useless. This time Yi Chen pinned his arm behind his back and pressed Zi Han’s face down on the mat completely forcing him to yield.

The drill instructor checked his time before issuing a command, “Times up. It’s a draw.” Yi Chen immediately got up with an impassive expression but his nipple was really painful. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was pinched off at this point.

He faintly heard the drill instructor dismissing the class and telling them to work on their physical strength as he left the training room. Li Ran only managed to catch up with him in the locker room.

He was about to say something when he saw that swollen red nipple. Yi Chen was standing by his locker spraying some fast healing medicine on it his brows contorted. “Fuck! Did that brat do that?” he blurted out only for the door to be pushed open and a group of boys entered chatting it up.

Li Ran instantly shut his mouth and whispered, “Do you want me to teach him a lesson?” his expression was stern like he was really going to walk over and punch Zi Han straight in the face.

Yi Chen glared at him with his dark eyes while putting on his shirt which he didn’t button up. Li Ran instantly understood that this was one of those incidences where he wasn’t allowed to intervene but that didn’t stop him from glaring at Zi Han who had just walked in.

Zi Han felt that hostile gaze and looked in that direction before taking off his t-shirt. With a smug smile, he returned Li Ran’s gaze as though taunting him. Li Ran didn’t shy away. The two looked at each other for a while before he averted his gaze.

That’s because Yi Chen had nudged his shoulder before slamming his locker shut. Li Ran’s brow furrowed as he asked, “Aren’t you going to hit the showers?”

Yi Chen calmly changed out of his boots while saying, “It’s the last class of the day. I will go straight home.”