Chapter 107 Ying's Father, the Ancestor of Ancient Martial Arts Practitioners [1st Update]
Her voice was the usual flat and monotonous, with little variation in tone.
It was deserted and quiet, like clouds drifting away in the wind.
But those three words made the air freeze for a moment.
Jiang Ran was genuinely stunned for a moment: "How could you..."
No one told anyone about his involvement in underground boxing.
Moreover, this underground market is generally unknown to most people, and they wouldn't come here, especially girls.
Of course, Xiu Yu is an exception; she also frequently comes here to race.
Ying Zijing didn't respond, but repeated, "Go down."
Two words, beyond question.
Jiang Ran was now certain that she was talking to him.
Normally, he would have been furious, but now—
He glanced at his swollen, round feet again, angrily slammed his fist against the wall, picked up his cane with a dark expression, and stood aside.
Without time to investigate how Ying Zijing knew he was there, Jiang Ran hesitated for a moment before speaking, "They're not ordinary boxers; they're quite skilled. Otherwise, you should..."
Ying Zijing didn't turn around: "Once you're down there, keep your mouth shut."
Jiang Ran immediately fell silent, his face darkening even more.
He recalled his second fight with Ying Zijin, in which he was completely utterly defeated.
Even if he took it seriously, he had no chance to fight back.
It seems there's really nothing to worry about.
But Jiang Ran really couldn't understand how a girl could unleash such powerful strength.
He was even certain that even if he used his internal energy, he would still be no match for Ying Zijin.
"Um," Jiang Ran couldn't bring himself to say the last word, "thank you, Ying... Ying..."
"Keep it." Ying Zijing rolled up her sleeves and said calmly, "Call me later."
Jiang Ran: "..."
No.
He didn't actually want to call out.
The young man standing nearby understood what was going on.
"Young master, you're really pathetic." He shook his head. "It's just a fight, and you even brought your girlfriend along."
Jiang Ran glanced at the young man, not angry, but smiled: "You'd better think before you speak, or you'll be gone in a minute."
girlfriend?
Does he dare?
This is the father of their entire class.
The kind that needs to be worshipped.
He didn't have the guts of a bear or the courage of a leopard.
"Still being stubborn at a time like this." The young man laughed and shook his head. "Substitutes are allowed, but there are rules for substitutes."
He pointed to a yellowed piece of paper on the wall: "See that? Substitutes get six times the number of normal hits."
Jiang Ran initially selected three people, with Ying Zijing taking their place, meaning they would have to fight eighteen people.
"Bullshit!" Jiang Ran immediately flared up. "Where did this ridiculous rule come from? You did this on purpose."
The young man shook his head and laughed: "Young master, you still don't understand the rules. So naive. What are you doing here?"
Black market boxing is inherently unreasonable; it's all about fists.
Ying Zijing glanced at Jiang Ran, who was so angry he looked like a little lion.
Not only is he a silly kid, but he's also an immature teenager.
"However, since your substitute is your girlfriend, she doesn't need to do all the matches at once." The young man smiled. "She can do one at a time."
"No need." Ying Zijing said calmly as she walked onto the boxing ring. "Come at me all at once, I'm in a hurry."
"..."
This sentence silenced the entire boxing ring.
Jiang Ran was silent for a few seconds, then picked at his ear to make sure he hadn't misheard.
"Fine, you've got guts." After a moment of surprise, the young man waved his hand and sneered, "Then come at me all at once. Don't cry out in pain later."
Eighteen people went up one by one, and the girl stood in the center of the boxing ring.
She was so thin and frail that she seemed as if she could be swept away by the wind at any moment.
Surrounding her were eighteen adult men, each muscular, tall, and strong.
"Young master, you really have a big heart." The young man chuckled. "Your little girlfriend is going to be bleeding soon."
Jiang Ran didn't speak, staring intently at the boxing ring, feeling uncertain in his heart.
Eighteen people, can they really win?
This is no ordinary competition; it's deadly.
"Young master, you still have a choice," the young man spoke again, a mocking smile on his face. "Could it be that your one hand isn't enough to save her life—"
The words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
Because the girl moved in the boxing ring.
Without even glancing at the boxers who were closing in, she used her wrists to push off the ground and suddenly leaped into the air.
His knee snapped forward!
"Snap!"
A clear sound of bones cracking rang out, and the sternum of the person in front of him broke instantly, causing him to fall straight down.
Before anyone else could react, Ying Zijing tilted her head slightly and raised her elbow.
"Bang!"
An elbow strike was delivered, knocking the person on the right to the ground.
While delivering the elbow strike, she also delivered a knee strike, swiftly breaking another boxer's arm.
The girl didn't use much strength, but every movement was extremely precise.
It's as if they know what their opponent will do next, leaving no room for escape.
She moved like a sharp blade among her enemies.
Every time it falls, it's a sweeping attack.
This was clearly a one-sided and inhumane beating.
Yet it also evokes a sense of ultimate beauty.
The kind of beauty that can kill is terrifying.
"..."
The young man in charge of managing the black market boxing froze on his face with a smile.
He watched in disbelief as the boxers fell one after another, completely dumbfounded.
Finally, unable to contain his fear any longer, he fled frantically.
He scrambled to his feet, grabbed the phone, and dialed: "Hello, something's happened!"
Jiang Ran was completely dumbfounded: "..."
What kind of playing style is this?
Jiang Ran had trained since childhood, and he wasn't an amateur; his judgment was also very accurate.
He could naturally tell that Ying Zijing's skills did not belong to any current fighting or combat style.
However, it also seemed familiar to him.
Jiang Ran frowned as he thought for a long time before he remembered reading about it in a book.
To be precise, everyone who practices ancient martial arts has read this book.
This book is the origin of ancient Chinese martial arts.
It records the earliest forms of ancient martial arts, as well as some moves that can unleash the power of ancient martial artists without using internal energy.
After all, internal energy, like the so-called internal strength of martial arts masters in TV dramas, can be completely depleted.
The origin of ancient martial arts has always been a mystery, and its history is not long, only less than four hundred years.
The 19th century was the most glorious period for ancient martial arts.
Unfortunately, it is declining more and more, and there are fewer and fewer people suitable for practicing ancient martial arts.
He also forced himself to practice, which is why his internal energy became chaotic.
However, if a true master of ancient martial arts were to personally teach and instruct, this kind of thing wouldn't happen.
However, it cannot be found in the ancient martial arts world now.
Jiang Ran tapped his head.
He's really obsessed; he actually connected his class's father with the origins of ancient martial arts.
Even if martial arts practitioners live longer than ordinary people, the person who created ancient martial arts is already buried underground.
Jiang Ran looked up, then looked at the boxing ring.
But he didn't have time to look at anything more closely.
All eighteen men had collapsed onto the boxing ring, convulsing uncontrollably.
Several of them had even fallen into a coma.
Ying Zijing jumped off the stage and landed easily.
She walked over, picked up the milk tea that had been on the ground, and touched the cup.
Yes, that's good, it's still warm.
She doesn't need to spend any more money to buy a cup.
After inserting the straw into the cup, Ying Zijin walked outside.
She came quietly and left without a sound.
"Wait!" Jiang Ran, leaning on his cane, hopped on one foot to catch up. "Wait for me! Father Ying!"
He wanted to slap himself as soon as he uttered that name.
What a useless mouth.
Ying Zijing stopped and glanced at him: "Go back the way you came."
After saying that, she ignored Jiang Ran and left.
Cold and heartless, as if he wasn't the father who came to save his son.
Jiang Ran: "..."
He had no choice but to drag his swollen feet to the outside of the underground market and hail a taxi.
When Jiang Ran returned to the hospital, there was one more person in the ward.
His throat tightened: "Mom, why are you here again?"
Jiang Huaping put down the fashion magazine in her hand and smiled slightly: "Let's see how you die."
Jiang Ran's face darkened: "Mom!"
"It's such a pity." Jiang Huaping sighed softly. "I could have been enjoying some time alone with your dad, but now you're here as a third wheel."
Jiang Ran shut up.
He was certain that his mother already knew about the underground boxing.
The fact that they didn't beat him up shows they've already restrained their temper.
"Come here and stay in bed properly." Jiang Huaping grabbed Jiang Ran by the ear and threw him onto the bed. "If you run around while injured again, don't blame your mother for killing her son."
Jiang Ran hissed, "Mom, be gentle, it hurts."
"It's good that it hurts." Jiang Huaping let go of her hand and hugged her arms. "I'll teach you a lesson. If it really doesn't work, Mom will chop your leg off herself."
Jiang Ran covered his head with the blanket and refused to communicate with Ms. Jiang.
"Remember to take your medicine." Jiang Huaping walked out and closed the door behind her.
She frowned and thought for a moment, then made a call to the capital.
**
After leaving the underground market, Ying Zijin went to Shaoren Hospital.
With the arrival of the new doctor, more patients are coming to Shaoren Hospital.
Daily revenue is also increasing, and it's almost on par with Shanghai's top hospital.
"Miss Ying, thank you so much." The dean genuinely admired the girl before him. "The information you left behind has truly benefited us greatly."
The dean was also very eager to learn, and the more he learned, the more surprised he became.
It's unbelievable that such a young girl knows more about medicine than the older generation.
Moreover, they didn't even try to hide it; they just shared it directly.
But thinking about it, it makes sense.
Miss Ying's medical skills are something they can't even come close to.
At least with the technique of applying acupuncture needles to acupoints, even if there were a tutorial, they wouldn't be able to learn it.
Ying Zijin nodded: "If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."
"Okay, thank you again, Miss Ying." Just as the dean was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.
A coughing sound rang out, hollow and shallow.
"Excuse me, is the miracle doctor here?"
Ying Zijing turned her head and looked toward the source of the sound.
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