Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1717

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1717

Nancy confidently declared, “Well then, you're going down.” Few people who fought against her

were able to win, even Caspian. He was a soldier then, yet even he couldn't escape from her iron-

like grip.

"Why do you say that?” Jory asked.

Nancy positioned herself into a standard Taekwondo pose. “Because I'm a black belt.”

Jory then tapped at the car's frame as he casually said, “What a coincidence, so am I."

At Strength Taekwondo.

“It's really a Taekwondo dojo!” Nancy's eyes widened at the dojo before her as she hadn't stepped

foot into such a place for many years. At first, she thought that Jory was only kidding about

sparring. She didn't think that he would actually bring her here.

A cunning delight flashed in Jory’s eyes as he intentionally side-eyed her. “What's wrong? Are you

going to chicken out? Too bad, that won't work on me.”

Nancy coiled her fists. “Who said anything about quitting? I'm just worried that you might back out

at the last minute. You better not cry when I beat you into a pulp.”

"A man must keep his word. How could I back out and embarrass myself in front of a girl like you?”

Jory leaned in to say with both hands at his back.

At his sudden proximity, Nancy instinctively leaned backward to put some space between them. She

retorted, “I hope you don't regret calling me a little girl once we put on our uniforms. You'll soon

see that I'm a force to be reckoned with.”

Jory clasped his hands together and welcomed her threat. “Alright then, I'll indulge your attempt

since you seem so fired up.”

Nancy normally had a demeanor that was as sweet as pie. After changing into the uniform, she tied

her shoulder-length hair into a tall ponytail. It added height to her otherwise not-so-tall figure and

made her seem more handsomely refined like a female warrior.

Jory, whose appearance usually gave others the impression of being a spoiled dandy, looked more

serious when in uniform. Despite that, his disregard for trivial matters was still visible as he hadn't

smoothed out the crease in his collar, which subtly revealed his well-sculpted collarbones.

The two of them simultaneously tightened the black belts on their waists before they stepped

forward and bowed with respect for one another. Jory then motioned for her to make the first move

since she was a girl. Allowing women to begin their sparring was a habit that he had practiced ever

since he started Taekwondo.

Even if he allowed Nancy to start, he was absolutely confident that he wouldn't lose. He only

allowed so because he wanted to leave the impression of being an incredible and gentlemanly

fighter, regardless of how miserably defeated she would be.

She mentally scoffed at him. He's letting me go first? Seriously? Or has he lost his marbles? Is it

because I'm a girl? Well, I won't shy away since he's letting me. This way, I'll have a good reason

against him when he loses.

She made the first attack, raising her leg into a swift kick at him. What shocked her was that Jory

didn't dodge her kick. Instead, he boldly raised a hand and blocked her attack without so much as a

sweat.

Nancy anxiously skidded to a halt. What's wrong with him? I can't believe he actually used his hand

to block my leg. Most people's arms would snap because the bones on our wrists are much weaker

than other parts of the body. Does Jory think his hand is made of steel? Is he not afraid of breaking

a bone?

While Jory didn't seem too fazed, he definitely couldn't ignore the sharp pain that pulsed in his right

palm. He couldn't help but applaud this girl's strength. If he were to compare her to the teammates

that he trained with back then, her kicking power was equivalent to the combined strength of two

of his female teammates.

I shouldn't have let her go first! All I can do now is pretend like I'm fine. Thank goodness I didn't use

my forearms. Otherwise, I'd probably end up in the hospital for tonight.

“Is your hand alright?” Nancy lowered her fists and came closer to him.

Jory massaged his right hand then shrugged it off with the same cocky tone as before, “I didn't say I

was hurt. Go on.”

Is he planning to let me make three moves? He's that confident about winning? We'll see about

that. Just you watch, Jory. Nancy repositioned herself into her fighting stance once more, then

immediately raced forward. Jory secretly felt awe for her perfect combination of movements. She

really is no ordinary person. With such agility and vigor, she’s certainly the best among all black

belts.