The chef did not ready himself. He was no fighter after all. He had no fighting stance, no combat ability, and no defense technique. Yet, no one within the Store of Fates dared underestimate him. In a way, he had—without his knowledge—become the representation of strength, and the hope of becoming even stronger for the customers. Especially people like Zhang Yong and Li Yangyi held great interest in him. And so did Lan Jiu have, from now on.
He did not use any kind of famous attack from the Waning Principle sect. Instead, it was a raw, almost rudimentary chop from above. The chef blocked him easily with his only working arm and grabbed his wrist. With a single snap, Lan Jiu flew, spinning in the air like a windmill.
"I think I am starting to understand," Lan Jiu muttered, while still in the air. When he landed, falling to the floor on his back, he did not stand up. "There is some fundamental truth within the moves. I can feel the Dao within every move."
