Chapter 48: Inheritance

Seeing this data, Zhang Jie nodded in satisfaction.

Not bad, this power is already enough for you to win by surprise.

Remember, if you can't beat Wil, surrender in time; don't be reckless.

Staying alive is more important than anything; understand?

Mm-hmm.

Weiniya nodded in response, then her eyes suddenly shifted as if she had thought of something.

Hey teacher, could you help me change my cochlear implant?

Cochlear implant? What do you want that for?

Zhang Jie asked, puzzled.

Um.... I just... I just feel that if I enhance my hearing, I can better perceive Wil's movements.

Then you'd better not.

For something so close to the brain, it's better to keep the original.

Moreover, from my observation, the reason you can cultivate martial arts qi is likely because you haven't replaced your internal organ implants.

Huh?

This time it was Weiniya who was surprised; she had originally thought it was her own extraordinary talent.

Then aren't my eyes also implanted?

Hmm... this still needs discussion.

Anyway, let's finish tomorrow's final first.

Alright...

Teacher, actually I prepared a surprise for you tomorrow...

Zhang Jie nodded, smiling as he tousled her silky silver hair.

Have to say, the feel is excellent, like a piece of silk.

Alright, since it's tomorrow, we'll talk tomorrow; go to sleep early, don't stay up late on your phone.

Mm!

The next day, the much-anticipated Golden Ring Boxing Tournament finals officially began!

Now appearing! The five-time champion of our C Zone Golden Ring Boxing! The legendary steel god physique! Galbrein Wil!!!

Amid the host's loud calls, Wil slowly walked out from the passage, and the stands erupted with deafening cheers.

The sound of steel striking the ground rang out; Wil's massive steel frame was like a steel battle armor, his face cold, and the surrounding cheers could not disturb him at all.

He stepped forward with his steel prosthetic limb, walking step by step toward the ring.

And on the other side! The biggest dark horse of our C Zone Golden Ring Boxing! The war goddess who fought her way up from the underground ring! Yumifina Weiniya!

So far! No one knows how many times our Weiniya can use Stanweistin! Let's look forward to her performance in this final!

Weiniya slowly walked out from the opposite passage, and most of the sounds in the arena turned into boos.

Weiniya was utterly unaffected, slowly walking up to Wil, locking eyes with him, her gaze filled with fighting spirit.

So it's you, this little thing...

Wil looked down at Weiniya, his cold voice sounding out, his scarlet prosthetic eye fixed on her.

Unlike those trolls who spout trash talk as soon as they get up, Wil is rather civilized.

But Zhang Jie knows this isn't really civility; it's because his body is mostly prosthetic, and he has lost the ability to secrete basic emotional hormones.

In other words, such people are the coldest, devoid of any ethics or morals, and won't suffer any moral condemnation; they are natural killing machines.

But this time Weiniya didn't use her sharp tongue; they proceeded with the normal pre-match etiquette, which was obviously peaceful and normal, yet for some reason it was filled with invisible gunpowder, as if they were two volcanoes about to erupt.

In the final stage of match preparation, this is the last time for athletes and coaches to discuss before the match.

They locked eyes; everything was understood without words, and since their analysis of Wil had already been completed yesterday, neither knew what to say.

Finally, Zhang Jie patted Weiniya's shoulder.

Remember, staying alive is most important.

Mm!

The two walked to the center of the ring and assumed fighting stances.

Wil raised his fists, one forward and one back, a very standard boxing stance.

He stared fixedly at Weiniya, while her next move exceeded everyone's expectations.

Only see Weiniya step forward with her left foot, brace her waist with a step, and spread her arms front and back, elbows aimed at Wil.

That is a starting stance most people have never seen; perhaps others are unfamiliar with it, but Zhang Jie knows.

This is the martial arts stance he taught Weiniya!

She has never used it in previous matches!

Wil, seeing this, his scarlet prosthetic eye flickered slightly, then he slowly spoke.

So that's how it is? Martial arts...

The audience below looked at Weiniya's starting stance and chattered, not knowing what her situation was.

Clang clang clang!!

With the referee's bell strike, the final match officially began.

Ding!

At the instant the bell rang, Wil activated Stanweistin, his form vanishing in an instant, while Weiniya still stood blankly in place.

Just as everyone thought Weiniya hadn't reacted and Wil had seized the initiative, the next moment three muffled bangs echoed in the arena.

And Weiniya's arms swung rapidly in an instant, allowing a brief glimpse of a black silhouette throwing punches from all directions at her, yet each was completely blocked.

In the distance of the arena, Weier's figure appeared, a flicker of surprise crossing his expressionless face, his scarlet prosthetic eye continually sizing up Weiniya.

Just as most people hadn't yet reacted to what had happened, Weier spoke.

"You didn't use Stanweistin."

"How could you block my punch?"

After he said that, everyone finally realized that Weiniya had not used Stanweistin, yet relying on her reflexes she instantly caught Weier's three punches.

Instantly, the arena buzzed with discussion; many doubted the claim that Weiniya couldn't fight, while Zhang Jie stared in shock, wondering when Weiniya had acquired such skill.

But the fight continued; the next second, taking advantage of Weier's Stanweistin being on cooldown, Weiniya rushed forward and threw a fierce punch at him.

Weier reacted just as quickly, and the two instantly became entangled in combat.

And from now on, the true contest of skill and physique officially begins.

Fist meets fist, body weaving and dodging, countering, Weiniya employed an ancient art transcending this era—palms, elbows, deflects, rushes, horizontals, drills, chops.

Every move and stance was near perfect!

That petite frame kept throwing punches; Zhang Jie seemed to see his father's figure dominating the ring that day, and also glimpse his own shadow, the two words 'inheritance' finally becoming concrete.

A bizarre and strange thought suddenly popped into Zhang Jie's mind.

"I want to pass on the martial way."

The thought had just arisen when Zhang Jie dismissed it; he currently lacks both the ability and the inclination to pass it on.

Perhaps... after Zhang Jie's revenge ends, once he ventures beyond the wall region and witnesses a wider world, this idea might then take root and sprout.

Meanwhile, the fight on the stage had already heated up; Weier's second Stanweistin would finish cooling imminently, while Weiniya's seemingly fierce assault had not inflicted much damage on him.

Even the battle-hardened Weier did not dare to be careless when facing a martial art like this that he had rarely encountered.

On the contrary, his scarlet prosthetic eye silently analyzed Weiniya's behavior, each of her attacks being blocked with just the right timing.

Suddenly!

Weier suddenly threw a punch; Weiniya's eyes widened, she crossed her arms and barely blocked it, her body recoiling a great distance.

"A bit interesting..."

Weier's voice echoed faintly, his form flickering, and he vanished once again!

Weiniya reacted quickly, but it was too late—Weier had already activated Stanweistin!

"Damn!!!"