I Started to Fight Back (Part 1)
Copyright© 2025 by danbaifen
Chapter 10: Test, Banquet
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: Test, Banquet - Novel type: mother and son, family, incest, aunt, auntie, sister, godmother, counterattack, counterattack, training Introduction: ● The protagonist will fight back fiercely against the bullying he has suffered! ● The strong mother, the arrogant sister who looks down on her, I will fuck them all. ● The charming aunt, the unruly auntie, the aunt who looks cold and dotes on her, I will fuck them all. ● The cowardly brother-in-law is impotent, so the sister will offer her body on my bed.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Incest Mother Sister Aunt
In the corner of the King of Soldiers Fighting Club, the landlord sat leisurely on an old wooden chair.
He held a cigarette in his hand, and in the midst of the smoke, his eyes jumped on the screen of his mobile phone. While browsing various videos of beautiful women, he perfunctorily said to Wu Hui:
“Well, it’s okay. Although your talent is mediocre, even a little bit unbearable, you are stubborn enough and can be considered a half-piece of martial arts.”
Wu Hui had just completed a whole set of fighting skills. His movements were smooth and powerful. He seemed a little excited. Hearing this, he looked forward to it: “Then landlord, can I learn your famous skills now?”
The landlord raised a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly:
“Alas! Foolish boy, landlord, I was abused by someone when I played Legend last night.”
Wu Hui was surprised: “No way? With your skills, who can abuse you?”
The landlord sighed: “Foolish boy, you don’t know! That person has a complete set of purple weapons. How can I fight him with my bare hands?”
Wu Hui immediately responded after hearing this: “Don’t worry, landlord. I will charge you a set of purple weapons right away.”
The landlord stroked the small tuft of beard on his chin, and a trace of praise flashed in his eyes:
“Well ... the boy is teachable, idiot, do you know? I actually want to tell you that fighting is the same as fighting legends. If you have weapons, you will fight against those without weapons. That is a violent beating.”
Wu Hui seemed to have realized something, with a look of surprise on his face, “Then landlord, are you going to teach me knife skills?”
The landlord shook his head, “No, no, no, who the hell carries a knife out of the house now? What I want to teach you is a set of quick-hand grappling. Fighting against unarmed people can allow you to quickly subdue the opponent.
“Fighting against armed people can help you knock down the opponent’s weapons, or even snatch them away. It is most suitable for self-defense and counterattack.”
Wu Hui was excited and eager to try: “Then let’s get started.”
The landlord was not impatient: “No hurry, go to Aunt Wu to borrow a fruit knife, and give her a flower for me, and tell her it’s from Brother Cheng.”
Wu Hui thought: “ ... Are you lying to me?”
...
The fruit knife was borrowed, but Wuhui was driven out...
The landlord took the knife, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes: “Come on, let’s start, try to attack me with the knife. You’re welcome.” The landlord stood there calmly, without even any starting moves, as if everything was under his control.
Wuhui held the fruit knife tightly, his eyes flashing with determination and challenge, like the rising sun, ready to go.
Wuhui took a deep breath, swung the knife and pounced, a sharp side slash cut through the air, but the landlord was agile and nimble and avoided the attack.
While Wuhui’s knife was still in the chopping state, before he could retract it, the landlord’s left hand struck out with lightning speed, accurately and quickly grabbing Wuhui’s wrist.
Wuhui felt pain, his hand loosened, and the fruit knife slipped out of his hand.
Then, the landlord reached out with his right hand and caught the fallen fruit knife lightly. In an instant, the offensive and defensive momentum of both sides has been reversed.
“Awesome!” Wu Hui couldn’t help but exclaimed.
“This is just a small change in the fighting skills I taught you before.” The landlord stroked his small tuft of beard again and explained pretentiously:
“Since you have mastered the fighting skills so well, then learning this kind of quick-hand grappling skills should be a piece of cake for you.”
After that, the landlord handed the fruit knife back to Wu Hui, with a gentle and encouraging tone:
“Come on, let’s try it again. This time we will slow down and you should carefully experience every movement.”
...
A few days later, the landlord held a seemingly ordinary brush, but outlined invisible edges in the air.
The landlord challenged Wu Hui, asking him to seize his wrist to stop him while leaving no marks on the brush.
Wu Hui stared at the landlord, with both tension and determination in his eyes.
He moved his wrists, adjusted his breathing, and tried to incorporate every lesson taught by the landlord into his own actions.
With the landlord’s first action, the air seemed to freeze for a moment. The brush passed through the air, leaving a series of light tracks, just like a calligraphy master splashing ink on rice paper.
The brush was waving in the air, and every wave brought a slight sound of wind, as if even the air was attracted by this unique dance.
Wu Hui reacted quickly, dodging every stroke flexibly, while looking for opportunities to get close to the landlord.
Unfortunately, although he tried very hard, the landlord’s movements were like flowing clouds and water, and every stroke was full of unpredictability, making Wu Hui unpredictable.
No matter how Wu Hui dodged, he would always be touched by the brush in the landlord’s hand. And holding his wrist, forget it.
In several rounds of fighting, Wu Hui’s body was blackened by the brush in many places, as if he was left with many marks by his opponent in a silent battle.
The landlord stopped and gently put down the brush in his hand, “Why are you so stupid?” He showed a dissatisfied expression on his face, obviously disappointed with Wuhui’s performance.
Wuhui did not defend himself, but silently lowered his head and carefully examined every mark left by the brush on his body, as if these marks were silently telling his shortcomings.
He took a deep breath, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light, “I understand, landlord, I will work harder.”
In the next half month, Wuhui seemed to have changed. He got up before dawn every day and started a day of training. Morning jogging in the morning, practicing at noon and in the evening. Whether it was scorching sun or rainy and windy, he persevered.
Wuhui repeatedly trained his reaction ability, striving to be fast, fierce and accurate.
At night, when the moonlight filled the practice field, Wuhui was still practicing alone until he was exhausted and slowly left.
Time passed quietly. One night half a month later, when Wuhui finished a day’s training as usual and was about to leave, the landlord suddenly called him.
“Boy, take my brush and let me see what you have learned during this period.”
The landlord’s face was no longer as stern as before, but was replaced by an indescribable complex emotion.
“Here I come.” This time, the landlord did not give Wuhui time to adjust his breath, and he greeted him briefly and started to attack.
The landlord started with a casual side swing.
Wuhui predicted this attack.
He dodged easily, and at the same time, his left hand swiftly attacked, directly targeting the landlord’s right hand that had just been swung out but had not yet been retracted.
However, the landlord’s wrist turned flexibly, and the brush scratched Wuhui’s left palm black as it turned.
The rule of fighting is that if you are scratched black, you must switch moves.
Wuhui retracted his left palm, and his right hand quickly attacked on the way, as if the target was still the landlord’s wrist.
The landlord dodged it easily, and with a flick of his hand, Wuhui’s right hand made another black stroke, “Too ... ah...”
Before the landlord could say the word “slow”, Wuhui stepped on him hard. It turned out that Wuhui’s attack just now was a feint, and the real move was this kick.
While the landlord was slightly in pain due to the sudden change, Wuhui seized this momentary opportunity and slashed the landlord’s wrist with a sharp hand knife.
The brush slipped out of his hand, opportunity!
Just when Wuhui thought victory was in sight, the landlord gently waved his other hand, and the brush was knocked away again.
The landlord seemed to be angry because his dignity was challenged, and he directly attacked Wuhui’s chest with an iron palm.
Wuhui did not dodge. He shrank his body, and his head rushed towards the landlord’s iron palm.
In the landlord’s astonished eyes, Wuhui turned his head to avoid the palm wind and caught the falling brush with his mouth.
Then he shook his head violently. Even though the landlord tried his best to dodge, he was unable to completely avoid this move.
The tip of the brush lightly brushed across the landlord’s chest, leaving a faint trace of ink.
The landlord looked at the faint trace of ink on his chest, and his surprise was beyond words.
He didn’t seem to expect Wu Hui to adopt such an unexpected strategy.
Wu Hui took the brush out of his mouth, his mouth corners slightly raised, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment.
“This...” The landlord was stunned. He stared at the ink on his chest, and for the first time a complex expression appeared on his face - a little helpless, but also with a bit of admiration.
He slowly said: “You kid, you barely passed the test, at least you didn’t embarrass me too much.”