Chapter 109: 107 Daddy Ying, that is the ancestor of ancient martial artists [1 more update]

Her voice was the usual faint, with no noticeable intonation.

It was cold and clear, like mist drifting away with the wind.

Yet, those three words caused the air to freeze for an instant.

Jiang Ran genuinely paused: “How do you…”

His participation in the black-market boxing was something nobody had spoken of.

Moreover, this underground marketplace was unknown to most people, and they wouldn’t come, especially girls.

Of course, Xiu Yu was an exception, she often came here to race.

Ying Zijin didn’t respond, but repeated one more time: “Step down.”

Two words, brooking no doubt.

This time Jiang Ran was sure; she was talking to him.

If it were any other time, he would have been furious, but now—

He glanced at his mummified foot again, hit the wall in frustration, and with a darkened face, picked up his crutches and stood aside.

There was no time to ponder how Ying Zijin knew he was here, Jiang Ran hesitated then said, “They aren’t ordinary boxers, they’re pretty good; maybe you should…”

Ying Zijin didn’t turn around: “Once you’re down, keep your mouth shut.”

Jiang Ran immediately fell silent, his face even darker.

He recalled the second time he fought with Ying Zijin; he was utterly overpowered.

Even though he was serious, he didn’t stand a chance to fight back.

It seemed there was indeed nothing to worry about.

But Jiang Ran really couldn’t understand how a girl could unleash such formidable strength?

He could even be sure that even if he used his Inner Strength, he would probably still be no match for Ying Zijin.

“So, uhm.” Jiang Ran couldn’t manage to say the last word, “Thanks, Ying, Ying…”

“Save it.” Ying Zijin rolled up her sleeves, indifferent, “Call me when it’s time.”

Jiang Ran: “…”

No.

He actually didn’t want to call at all.

Next to him, a young man realized what was happening.

“Young master, you’re really pathetic,” he shook his head, “It’s just a fight, and you brought your girlfriend.”

Jiang Ran glanced at the young man, not angry, but smiled instead: “You’d better think before you speak, or you might lose that chance soon.”

Girlfriend?

Dare he?

This was the daddy of their entire class.

The kind that’s revered.

He hadn’t had the guts of a bear or a leopard.

“Still have a sharp tongue at this time.” The young man laughed as well, shaking his head, “A substitute fight is fine, but there are rules for substitute fighting too.”

He pointed at a yellowing piece of paper on the wall: “See that, a substitute fight is six times the usual rate.”

Jiang Ran initially set up three people, and for Ying Zijin to substitute, she had to fight eighteen people.

“Bullshit!” Jiang Ran flared up, “What kind of broken rule is that? You’re making it up.”

The young man shook his head with a smile: “Young master, you still don’t understand the rules, huh? So naive, what are you doing here?”

Black-market boxing never made sense; it was ruled by fists.

Ying Zijin glanced at Jiang Ran, who was fuming like a little lion.

Not just a foolish kid, but an immature young teenager too.

“However, considering your substitute fighter is your girlfriend, she doesn’t have to fight all at once,” the young man chuckled, “One at a time is fine.”

“No need.” Ying Zijin’s expression was indifferent as she stepped onto the boxing ring, “Come all at once, I’m in a hurry.”

“…”

That single sentence quieted the entire boxing ring.

Jiang Ran was silent for a few seconds, digging his ear, as he confirmed he hadn’t misheard.

“Alright, gutsy,” the young man said after a pause, waving his hand and sneering, “Then all at once, just don’t cry out in pain later.”

Eighteen people climbed onto the ring, and the girl stood in the middle of the boxing ring.

Her frame was slender, as if at any moment she might be swept away by the wind.

Around her were eighteen grown men, each one muscular, tall, and burly.

“Young master, you really are relaxed,” the young man clucked his tongue in amusement, “Your little girlfriend is going to bleed soon.”

Jiang Ran didn’t speak, staring intently at the boxing ring, feeling increasingly uncertain.

Eighteen people, could she really beat them?

This wasn’t an ordinary match, it was about life and death.

“Young master, you still have a choice now.” The young man spoke again, taunting, “Could it be, that your one hand is less important than her life—”

But his words suddenly choked in his throat.

Because on the boxing ring, the girl had made her move.

Without even looking at the approaching boxers, she braced her wrist against the ground and suddenly leapt up.

Her knee swung forward fiercely!

“Crack!”