Chapter 794 Ying Zijin: Get Up [1st Update]
The room fell silent after those words were spoken.
The referee was somewhat taken aback.
The residents were also shocked.
[While I think the young lady will definitely win in the medical skills contest, in terms of martial arts... an ordinary person simply can't compare to a student trained by Master Ta.]
Is this a voluntary suicide mission? I don't understand.
[Martial arts are ultimately the final battle; after all, if someone loses a hand or gets injured in the ring, there's no way to compete in medicine or art.]
Everyone knows how important a doctor's hands are.
“Young Miss, the election rules state that force must be reserved for the last match.” The referee said solemnly, “It cannot be changed, because both art and medicine require a healthy body.”
Ying Zijin nodded slightly and smiled: "So, if I win one more match, I'll be able to compete in martial arts?"
"This..." The referee was speechless and could only look at Shiloh. "Theoretically speaking, it is possible, but it depends on Miss Shiloh's wishes. It can only be done after both parties agree."
Hilo wanted to refuse.
She was now 100% certain that Ying Zijing had blocked the attack last night.
She doesn't know how she managed to block it.
But it's clear that Ying Zijin came here today specifically to suppress her.
However, she had said something she shouldn't have because she was in a hurry.
The entire city is watching her now; if she refuses, it will only make her seem guilty.
“Fine!” Hilo suddenly looked up and sneered, “We’ll have a match first, then a contest of strength, but only if you can win.”
"Hmm." Ying Zijing said lazily, "You choose, what should we compare?"
“Let’s play an instrument!” Hilo gritted his teeth. “We’ll play a piece together, and whoever beats the other wins. You can choose your own instrument.”
She absolutely cannot compete with Ying Zijin in medical skills.
Otherwise, she will be the one who loses face.
She's already lost two matches; she absolutely cannot lose this one.
The Wise Queen was highly accomplished in music, and she had studied it for a long time.
The world's music appreciation level is far superior to that of the seven continents and four oceans. She didn't believe that Ying Zijing could surpass her with music from outside the city.
Hearing this, Jiang Ran rubbed his forehead, unable to bear looking at him: "Damn it, this guy is an idiot."
Beside him, Xize shrugged, deeply agreeing: "That's true."
Of the artists he sponsored centuries ago, apart from Ying Zijing, only a few music masters she had consulted were involved in the field of piano.
I can't guarantee that for other instruments, but no one can surpass her on the piano yet.
“Yaoyao plays the piano very well.” Suwen wasn’t worried at all and smiled, “I haven’t heard a live version of it yet.”
The butler clenched his fist: "Young Miss is definitely the best!"
On stage.
The knights had already brought out all sorts of musical instruments.
Hilo chose a harp, and she glanced to her right, noticing the girl sitting down at a piano.
He smiled dismissively.
A piano is too ordinary; what fancy things can it play?
Ying Zijing tried two notes, then looked up at the second floor.
Their eyes met.
He smiled slightly and asked silently, "How is it?"
"It doesn't feel as good as the one you gave me."
The two communicated using lip reading, unnoticed by the others.
The referee stepped back and raised his hand: "The third match, art, shall we begin?"
"Dong, ding-dong—"
The familiar prelude began, and the first note drowned out Hilo's harp.
Fu Yunshen slowly raised his eyes and chuckled softly: "Holy War..."
One of the three pieces that brought Vera Hall fame, and also the most difficult.
The music in the first act is tranquil and gentle, like a spring flowing gently.
But when the second act begins, the piano music reaches an explosive climax.
"Knock knock!"
Each sound assaults the eardrums.
The climax of this sonata easily draws the listener into the world depicted by the music.
Rebellion broke out suddenly, and war was imminent.
On the battlefield, where black and white are clearly defined, light and shadow intertwine, surrounded by ruins.
Fu Yunshen lowered his eyelashes slightly, pressed his head, and the fragmented images in his mind flashed wildly at this moment.
“‘Holy War’.” Xize stroked his chin. “It’s a pity that the boss was just playing around and only wrote three songs. ‘Holy War’ is my favorite.”
Jiang Ran's face stiffened as he slowly turned his head: "What...what did you say?"
“Vera Hall,” Caesar looked at him strangely. “You’ve never heard of her? Looks like you’re not very good at history.”
Jiang Ran: "..."
He's heard of it.
But weren't those famous people from centuries ago?!
Oh no, his worldview has collapsed once again.
The field was silent.
The piano and harp music intertwined, but no one listened to what Shiloh's music was, and they even forgot that he existed.
All eyes were on the girl.
When she played the piano, she shone like a dazzling star, capturing everyone's attention.
[Holy crap! Holy crap! Unfortunately, I'm not very eloquent, so this is the only way I can express it.]
What an amazing piece of music! Does it have a name?
This can't even compare to the song from the New Year's Eve gala, can it? I'm completely dumbfounded.
The sacred song performed at the New Year's ceremony was composed by the Wise Queen herself.
Hilo's hands trembled as she strummed the harp strings, and her face gradually turned pale.
Every piano note assaulted her eardrums, making it impossible for her to concentrate on plucking the strings.
They had completely lost in terms of momentum and were utterly crushed.
As the second climax suddenly arose, another high note spun out from under the girl's fingers.
"Thump!"
"Sizzle—"
Hilo seemed to collapse, abruptly stopping with both hands and snapping the harp strings, which emitted a piercing scream.
However, Ying Zijing was not affected by her; her slender fingers continued to dance across the keyboard.
She only stopped playing when the last note fell perfectly and the music ended.
The ending of "Holy War" is a heavy tragedy, and the shock it brings is unparalleled.
For a full five minutes after the sonata ended, the campaign hall remained deathly silent.
Hilo's face was ashen, and his mind was buzzing.
Who exactly is Ying Zijin?
Is there anything in this world she can't do?!
That's it?
Did Hilo learn nothing from the Queen at the Sage's Academy?
To be honest, this performance isn't even as good as my friend's at the music academy.
[Just between us, with Miss's playing ability, even Her Majesty the Empress herself might not be able to outshine her.]
The winner of this round is already clear without even needing the referee to announce it.
Shiloh's votes plummeted once again.
After being hit with three zeros, her approval rating plummeted to 20%.
There's no need to play the remaining matches at all.
“Young Miss has already won three rounds, so she can be considered to have won the election.” The referee hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Therefore, the last two rounds can be skipped. To save time, we can ask the sages to conduct the final vote.”
“I have never studied at the Academy of Sages, nor do I know any sages.” Ying Zijing raised her head. “That’s why I need to participate in the election even more.”
Hero's eyes lit up when he heard this.
good.
Ying Zijing is not from the Academy of Sages, so even if the Sage Chariot casts a vote, it will only be one vote.
Behind her stood at least three sages.
How can Ying Zijin be compared?
However, the next sentence brought Shiloh back to reality.
"That's why I need to have a couple more matches, so that the sages will take notice." Ying Zijing yawned, her tone flat. "This is an opportunity, and I can't let it slip away."
Jiang Ran: "..."
His father is lying again, this time with a straight face.
The referee glanced at Shiloh instinctively, but couldn't find a way to refute it.
In addition to the city-wide live broadcast, Sara also established the following rule before the election of the head of the family.
The election cannot be suspended as long as one party disagrees.
The purpose of this was also to allow Xiluo to better overwhelm Ying Zijin, and ideally cripple Ying Zijin in the ring.
But who would have thought that this rule would now restrict Xiluo and make him serve Ying Zijin?
The regulations are listed on the W website; we cannot lose the people's support for the sake of one Hero.
The knights removed their instruments and raised a ring and protective shield in the center of the arena.
Ying Zijing stretched her wrists, took off a hair tie, tied her long, loose hair into a ponytail, and slowly walked onto the arena.
Hilo took a breath and clenched his fists.
She learned martial arts from Lord Tower and also consumed alchemical potions from magicians.
Her physical strength is unmatched even by those genetically modified individuals.
calm.
She will definitely win.
The referee raised his hand again: "Fourth match, force, begin!"
As soon as the sound fell, Hilo immediately sprang into action, fiercely attacking the girl's vital points.
A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she sneered, "Then let's have a contest of strength."
Ying Zijing stood still, arms crossed.
She moved when Shiloh's attack was only an inch away from her.
It was just a simple raised elbow strike, but the movement was fierce and brutal.
"Snap!"
"Snap!"
Two clear, crisp sounds—the sound of bones breaking.
Hilo's knees were struck hard, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
She didn't even have time to react before being thrown backward by the impact, crashing hard into the protective shield.
A moment of silence fell over the surroundings: "..."
Ying Zijin lowered her phoenix eyes slightly.
She looked at Shiloh on the ground and said in a cold voice, "Get up."
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