You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 23

“Driver, follow that car in front.”

The driver turned his head. A very pretty college girl sat in the backseat, face full of anger. He immediately perked up.
“Ah, miss, that’s your boyfriend’s car, isn’t it?”

Tong Xinying’s face was cold. “None of your business.”

“Hey now, don’t be mad, I was just asking.” The driver grinned. “Let me tell you, brother here’s got top-notch tailing skills. Guaranteed nobody will notice.”

“You do this often?”

“Of course!” He slapped his chest proudly. “Catching cheaters, busting mistresses—what haven’t I seen?”

Tong Xinying’s expression softened a little. “So many people cheat, huh?”

“Eh, people are like that. In the end, it all comes down to conscience.” He glanced at her again. “You’re so pretty, girl, with so many men in the world, why hang yourself on one tree?”

Tong Xinying had to bite back a laugh. “Sounds like you’ve got some deep insights into human nature.”

The driver waved a hand, acting suave. “Well, I’ve been driving a cab for years, met all kinds of people. In the end, it’s all about conscience.”

Just then, the car ahead turned a corner and stopped.

Tong Xinying hurriedly got out. “Here, keep the change!”

The driver stuck his head out and called after her, “Girl, three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere. Don’t do anything rash!”

Tong Xinying stormed up, swung her little bag, and smacked it on Chen Xin’s head.
“Say it! You liar, scumbag—do you have another woman? Are you cheating on me?!”

Tong Xinying was a freshman, the only child in her family, spoiled endlessly by her doting parents. Whatever she wanted, she got.

Her personality was lively and curious. As a child she’d dabbled in piano, painting, violin, ballroom dancing, skiing, calligraphy, badminton, tennis, billiards… you name it, she tried it. But never for more than three months.

In college, with even more free time, her life revolved around dieting, dating, traveling, and chasing idols.

During freshman orientation, she suddenly fell in love with anime and cosplay, joined a club, and through that met her current boyfriend.

At first, he was glued to her side. Lately, though, he’d often vanished. Messages got slower, calls often unanswered. He explained he was with his dormmates—even having them video-call her as proof. Sure enough, the background was full of guys, though the noise was suspiciously rowdy.

Still uneasy, Tong Xinying suspected he was either cheating or sneaking off to “health clubs.” When she got a chance, she secretly installed a tracking app on his phone.

Tonight, he’d said he was taking a cab with his dormmates. Tong Xinying quickly tailed them and followed all the way here.

No woman in sight, but with the cabbie’s words echoing in her head, she became absolutely convinced her boyfriend was cheating.

Chen Xin ducked, arms over his head. “I’m innocent! I came to watch the match, look—the tickets are right here!”

His dormmates rushed to testify. “Sister-in-law, you’ve got it wrong. We’re really just here to watch the fights.”

Dragged into the venue, Tong Xinying was still doubtful. Chen Xin coaxed and apologized, while his dormmates wisely drifted off.

Seeing her boyfriend’s pitiful look, a flicker of guilt rose—but she pushed it down with pride. “Serves you right for not explaining clearly!”

Chen Xin smiled sheepishly and admitted fault. Once she was sure it was a false alarm, most of her anger ebbed away. She was about to leave, but he stopped her.

“Since you’re here already, why not stay and watch?”

She pouted. Bloody cage matches? Not her thing.

Just then, the opening buzzer blared.

The arena roared to life. Tong Xinying wrinkled her nose but didn’t push to leave—squeezing back out through the packed crowd would ruin her carefully styled hair and makeup.

She looked around. Lights flashed, the giant screens magnified every bead of sweat on the fighters’ faces—it wasn’t much different from a concert.

Sweeping her gaze over the crowd, two men stood out. One nearly 1.9 meters, broad-shouldered and lean-waisted, tanned skin stretched over muscle, standing straight as a pine. The other, clean-cut and handsome, lounged carelessly, joking with people around him, exuding a roguish charm.

“Rich boy and his bodyguard,” Tong Xinying decided, turning her attention back to the cage.

The first bout: “Bouncy Tiger” vs. “Bubble Gum.” A wave of disappointed sighs swept through the crowd—even Chen Xin’s face fell.

“What’s wrong?” she nudged him.

“Everyone’s here for Jin Yu,” Chen Xin groaned, scratching his hair. “But the boss always saves her for last. The longer we wait, the more we spend.”

“Jin Yu… she’s that good?”

“Good? She’s a legend!” Chen Xin’s eyes lit up. He pointed around. “See? Two-thirds of the crowd are here for her. The day before yesterday it was a quarter, yesterday half, now it’s packed full!”

Tong Xinying arched a brow. She wanted to see for herself.

The fighters in the ring battled hard, and for the first time, she found herself actually watching seriously.

Meanwhile, the so-called “black-hearted boss” left the arena and hurried to the training room, fawning all over Jin Mu.

“Jin Mu, listen,” Boss Mo rubbed his hands together. “I’ve got some extra cash to invest. If you need funds, just say the word! As long as you share a little profit at the end—”

Jin Mu didn’t even look up, idly swiping his tablet. “Who was it that ran out of money mid-renovation? Who swore ‘profits and losses are mine alone, I won’t interfere’?” He snapped the tablet shut with a smile that wasn’t a smile. “Boss Mo, business doesn’t work like that.”

Boss Mo panicked, sweat beading on his forehead. “B-but the matches are in my venue! Of course I should get half the profits!”

“One-tenth.” Jin Mu held up a single finger, tone firm. “Invest if you want. Any more, forget it.”

Boss Mo’s face twisted, but at last he ground his teeth. “Fine! Ten percent!” He wired the money, grumbling, “Jin Mu, you’re ruthless, greedy, stingy, never cut me any slack… I’m the boss and an old friend, yet every deal with you, I lose.”

Jin Mu only smirked, glancing at the transfer notification. “Relax. You’ll get your share once the event’s over. Go wait for your payout.”

As Boss Mo left, the training room buzzed with gossip. Until Jin Mu barked, “What are you staring at? Back to training!”

In the corner, Jin Yu watched him thoughtfully. Su Xi crouched beside her, whispering, “Told you he’s scary. Never takes a losing deal.”

Jin Yu nodded silently.

This man was wasted as a coach—he should be a CEO.

She started wondering if she’d been swindled.

On the surface, trading the secret of her win over King Kong for a year of free coaching—and this entire tournament setup—was a steal.

But the more it looked like a good deal, the more suspicious it felt. This guy must have a bigger scheme.

Before she could think further, it was her turn. Jin Mu walked out behind her, and her face lit up on the giant screen. The crowd exploded, thunderous applause shaking the hall.

“She’s this popular… just because she’s pretty?” Tong Xinying asked carelessly.

The backlash came instantly from all sides:

“Don’t be fooled by her looks, she’s fierce as hell!” —a red-faced chubby fan.

“She’s no vase!” —a school-uniformed high school girl.

“Shut up if you don’t get it! She’s my goddess!” —a straight-A class nerd who usually buried himself in books.

Chen Xin hurriedly covered his girlfriend’s mouth. “Shh! Don’t say nonsense here.”

At that moment, the roguish rich kid shouted, “Ten-to-one odds! Bets on which round Jin Yu wins by TKO! Who’s in?”

“I’m in!”

The chubby fan slammed down 500, the schoolgirl 50, the nerd 100. Chen Xin added 100 too. Tong Xinying hesitated—

Just then, a man in a plain white tee and sweatpants walked over. Even in such simple clothes, his firm build showed through; the faint outline of his chest made Tong Xinying’s eyes linger. How could someone make a plain T-shirt look that good?

He calmly dropped 1000.

Probably some low-key rich guy.

The rich kid licked his lips, jotting down the name. “Big spender, mind giving a name?”

“Jin Mu.”

While they spoke, Jin Yu’s opponent was announced. The match began.

The plain rich guy’s gaze fixed on Jin Yu—and so did Tong Xinying’s.

Under the spotlight, Jin Yu stood in the cage like an unsheathed blade. Her hair was braided into small plaits that dangled like tails at her neck, stray strands stuck to her porcelain cheeks with sweat. Her almond eyes lifted slightly, amber irises gleaming coldly under the lights.

Tong Xinying, who prided herself on her refined taste, had to admit—this wasn’t just beauty. This was beauty sharpened into a weapon. The high bridge of her nose, defined brow bones, the black vest hinting at smooth, powerful muscles—all breathtaking and dangerous.

Across from her, the opponent was equally striking. A woman in a white sports bra and shorts, with an expensive exoskeleton brace on her right arm. She resembled the rich kid in the audience—same features, but older, sharper, blazing with fighting spirit.

Chen Xin leaned in. “Know who that is? Zheng Ru. Retired due to injury, jiu-jitsu black belt, terrifying with throws and ground control. See that brace? Once she locks in an armbar with it, nobody escapes. She’s tapped out countless fighters with that move.”

Commentator Xiao Bai: “After four bloody brawls tonight, here comes the fight we’ve all been waiting for!

We know Jin Yu’s agility and kicks are her strength, but against Zheng Ru’s grappling… can she keep her distance? Can she stop the takedown?”

Commentator Liang Yu: “Yes, I remember one of Zheng Ru’s iconic fights—an opening takedown straight into a guillotine choke. Still unforgettable! Honestly, I think Jin Yu’s in trouble tonight.”

The two circled, testing at range.

Tong Xinying noticed Jin Yu’s footwork—fast, springy, like she had coils in her legs. Her left hand kept probing.

Suddenly, Jin Yu stepped in. Zheng Ru snapped out a side kick, but Jin Yu’s movement was too quick—she slipped past cleanly.

Another feint, another block by Zheng Ru’s mechanical arm. Jin Yu skipped back, baiting her forward, then lunged with a side kick. Zheng Ru tried to catch the leg, Jin Yu pulled back just in time.

Xiao Bai: “Brilliant tactics!”

Jin Yu baited again. Zheng Ru lunged—Jin Yu shot a straight right. But Zheng Ru closed in, clinching under both arms.

Liang Yu: “There it is! The takedown! Can Zheng Ru use top position to lock the armbar?”

They crashed to the mat. Zheng Ru pinned from side control, but Jin Yu hooked a leg to block, firing an elbow into her face. When Zheng Ru stalled, Jin Yu shifted, pushing and framing until she slid a knee through.

Zheng Ru freed her arm, pressing it across Jin Yu’s face.

Xiao Bai: “What a ground battle! Zheng Ru really is a queen of grappling.”

Liang Yu: “But notice—she hasn’t secured dominance. Jin Yu’s strength on the ground is no joke.”

Jin Yu bridged hard, slid her legs in, forming butterfly hooks—ready to sweep.

Zheng Ru fought to free her leg, Jin Yu tried to rise, they scrambled, still locked half-and-half.

Punches and suffocating hands, legs straining, both exhausting fast.

Xiao Bai: “Neither is giving an inch—what a technical ground war!”

Again, Jin Yu forced both hooks in.

Liang Yu: “Butterfly guard! Zheng Ru’s on the verge of being swept. Will Jin Yu escape, or can Zheng Ru hold her down?”

Zheng Ru scrambled over, Jin Yu shrimped to frame with a knee shield—but Zheng Ru slid into side control, pinning her shoulder, driving knees into her ribs.

Jin Yu bucked hard, rolled them over, coming on top. Both scrambled up, but Zheng Ru snatched her neck—

Xiao Bai: “She’s got the guillotine! Zheng Ru’s locked it in. This could end it!”

Tong Xinying’s manicured nails dug into her palms.

Zheng Ru dropped back, trying to drag Jin Yu down. But Jin Yu’s legs braced like iron, refusing to fall. With a surge, she toppled Zheng Ru instead, landing in dominant side control.

Liang Yu: “Incredible reversal! Escaping the guillotine like that—unbelievable!”

Zheng Ru tried to frame for butterfly guard, but Jin Yu crushed down, unleashing a storm of strikes.

The referee stepped in. First round—Jin Yu wins.

Tong Xinying stared blankly. “Why did that round feel so long?”

Chen Xin chuckled. “Because they grappled almost the whole time. Compared to the slugfests earlier, this match was all technique—constant scrambles, constant strategy. That makes every second feel stretched.”