Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel 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.”

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.