Chapter 110: 107 Daddy Ying, he is the ancestor of the ancient martial artists [1 more update]_2

A clear sound of bone shattering filled the air, as the sternum of the person in front of her instantly broke, sending him tumbling straight to the ground.

Without giving anyone else time to react, Ying Zijin slightly tilted her head and raised her elbow.

“Bang!”

An elbow strike lashed out, directly knocking down the person to her right.

While elbow striking, she also executed a knee strike, abruptly breaking another boxer’s arm.

The girl didn’t use much strength, but each movement was extremely precise.

It was as if she knew exactly what her opponent would do next, making their attacks unavoidable.

She was like a sharp knife’s edge, weaving through her enemies.

Every strike she delivered was a sweeping blow.

This was clearly a one-sided and inhumanly brutal beating.

Yet, it also conveyed a sense of extreme beauty.

The kind of beauty that could cut through people, causing hearts to pound with fear.

“…”

The youth in charge of managing the underground boxing market had his smile freeze on his face.

He watched in disbelief as one boxer after another fell, completely dumbfounded.

Finally, unable to suppress the fear inside, he frantically ran for the exit.

Scrambling and crawling, he grabbed a phone to make a call: “Hello, there’s been an incident!”

Jiang Ran was completely dumbstruck: “…”

What kind of fighting style was this?

Jiang Ran had trained from a young age, was not an outsider to the martial arts, and had a keen eye.

He could naturally tell that Ying Zijin’s skills did not belong to any contemporary fighting or combat styles.

Yet, they felt strangely familiar to him.

Jiang Ran furrowed his brows in thought, and after a long moment, he remembered reading about it in a book.

To be precise, every practitioner of Ancient martial arts would have seen this book.

Because this book is the origin of Hua Country’s Ancient martial arts.

It recorded the original form of Ancient martial arts and some martial arts moves that could harness an ancient martial artist’s strength without using Inner Strength.

After all, Inner Strength, like the so-called inner strength of the martial arts masters in TV dramas, could be completely depleted.

The origin of Ancient martial arts has always been a mystery, with a history that’s not very long, lasting just under four hundred years.

The 19th century was the most glorious era for Ancient martial arts.

It’s a pity that they are declining nowadays, and there are fewer and fewer people suitable for refining Ancient martial arts.

He forced himself to train, which is why his inner strength became so chaotic.

But if a real ancient martial artist personally taught him, such a thing wouldn’t have happened.

However, no ancient martial artist could be found in the Ancient Martial World now.

Jiang Ran tapped his head.

He was absolutely crazy to associate Class Dad with the origin of Ancient martial arts.

Even if the lifespan of an ancient martial artist was longer than that of ordinary people, those who created Ancient martial arts were already buried deep in the ground.

Jiang Ran looked up again toward the boxing ring.

But before he could take a closer look,

all eighteen men were already sprawled across the boxing ring, convulsing uncontrollably.

Some of them had even lost consciousness.

Ying Zijin jumped down from the ring, landing lightly on the ground.

She walked over and picked up the milk tea she had placed on the floor earlier, touching the cup.

Hmm, good, it was still warm.

She didn’t need to spend money on another one.

After inserting the straw into the cup, Ying Zijin walked towards the exit.

She had come in unnoticed and left just as quietly.

“Wait!” Jiang Ran, supporting himself with a crutch, hopped along, “Wait for me! Daddy Ying!”

No sooner had he blurted out that nickname than he wanted to slap himself.

Such an uncontrollable mouth.

Ying Zijin stopped and glanced at him: “Get back the way you came.”

Without further attention to Jiang Ran, she continued on her way.

Cold and heartless, as if she wasn’t a father coming to save her son.

Jiang Ran: “…”

He could only drag his ‘rice dumpling’ foot outside the underground market and hail a taxi.

By the time Jiang Ran got back to the hospital, there was an additional person in the ward.

His throat tightened, “Mom, why are you here again?”

Jiang Huaping put down the fashion magazine in her hand, smiled slightly, “To see how you managed to die.”

Jiang Ran’s face darkened: “Mom!”

“It’s such a pity.” Jiang Huaping sighed softly, “I could have had a world of two with your father, how did it end up with you being such a third wheel.”

Jiang Ran went silent.

He was sure that his mother already knew about the underground boxing incident.

The fact she didn’t come up to beat him up was already her holding back her temper.

“Come here, stay in bed properly.” Jiang Huaping picked up Jiang Ran by the ear and flung him onto the bed, “Stop running around when you’re injured, or don’t blame me for being righteous enough to eliminate my son.”

Jiang Ran hissed in pain, “Mom, be gentle, it hurts.”

“Pain is good.” Jiang Huaping released her hand and crossed her arms, “It’ll teach you a lesson; if it really doesn’t work, I’ll personally help to chop off your leg.”

Jiang Ran covered his head with the blanket, refusing to communicate with Lady Jiang.

“Remember to take your medicine,” Jiang Huaping walked out, closing the door behind her.

She frowned in thought, then decided to make a call to the imperial city.

**

After leaving the underground market, Ying Zijin went to Shao Ren Hospital.

With the addition of a new doctor, the number of patients coming to Shao Ren Hospital had increased.

The daily revenue was also on the rise, almost catching up to Shanghai First Hospital.

“Miss Ying, we owe you a lot,” said the dean, sincerely admiring the girl before him, “The materials you left have benefited us immensely.”

The dean was also very open to learning and became more amazed as he learned.

It was unbelievable that such a young lady knew more about medicine than all these veterans like him.

Moreover, she wasn’t secretive about it, sharing openly with them.

But then again, it made sense.

They really couldn’t catch up with Miss Ying’s medical skills, not even if they tried.

At least with the Golden Needle Crossing Points technique, they couldn’t learn it even with tutorials.

Ying Zijin nodded, “If there’s something you don’t understand, you can ask me.”

“Okay, thank you again, Miss Ying,” the dean was about to say more when the door was knocked on at that moment.

A cough could be heard, hollow and light.

“Excuse me, is the Divine Doctor here?”

Ying Zijin turned her head, looking in the direction of the voice.