You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 29

Jin Yu ordered Wang Jiasong to follow her, then began tracking Lu Ting and his group. Halfway there, they ran into Xiao Bai and Su Xi, who naturally tagged along.

Jin Yu glanced at them and casually asked,
“Jin Mu isn’t with you?”

Su Xi pouted.
“He said we’re too weak and ditched us.”

Jin Yu chuckled.
“Fine, then you two just stick with us.”

Su Xi immediately brightened, slipping her arm through Jin Yu’s affectionately. Xiao Bai, on the other hand, walked lazily with his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking like he didn’t care about a thing.

Neither of them paid much attention to Wang Jiasong.

Noticing this, Wang Jiasong hurried forward, slung an arm over Xiao Bai’s shoulder, and grinned fawningly.
“Brother Bai, we can say we got off on the wrong foot, huh? The misunderstanding’s cleared up now. Do me a favor, put in a good word for me with Sister Jin, will you? I really don’t want to get kicked out of Jiangbei. I want to follow her and learn some real skills.”

Xiao Bai shot him a sideways look, his tone cool as ice.
“Now you know how to play humble? Weren’t you pretty cocky before?”

Without missing a beat, Wang Jiasong pulled out a pack of fancy He Tian Xia cigarettes, slipped one out, and offered it eagerly.
“Hey, brother, don’t say that. I, Wang Ershao, am always generous with my friends—it’s just sometimes I misjudge people. Tell you what, once this is over, I’ll treat you guys to a night at Heaven on Earth. My treat—how about it?”

Xiao Bai eyed the expensive cigarette, lips twitching. He’d never smoked something this pricey before. Part of him wanted to refuse, but another part was dying to try it. Before he could decide, Wang Jiasong had already shoved it into his mouth and snapped a lighter to it.

Xiao Bai took a deep drag. The rich flavor spread through his mouth, and while cursing himself inside—damn it, betraying myself for a cigarette—he still couldn’t resist another long pull.

And once you’ve accepted, you can’t act cold anymore. He muttered grudgingly,
“Sister Jin isn’t that petty. Just behave and she won’t give you a hard time.”

“Ah, I knew Brother Bai understood me!” Wang Jiasong clapped him on the back with a dazzling grin. “That’s what I like about you—straightforward! If you’re ever in Yuncheng, just say the word. I swear, there’s nothing I can’t settle for you!”

Xiao Bai squinted through the rising smoke and grunted an ambiguous “Mm.”

With Xiao Bai handled, Wang Jiasong turned to Su Xi. To get on her good side, he called out,
“Xi Xi-jie, can I have a quick word?”

Su Xi gave him a frosty look.
“Oh? Since when did my mother give birth to a little brother for me? Where the hell did you crawl out from?”

Thick-skinned, Wang Jiasong didn’t take offense. He grinned even wider.
“Ah, blame my mouth. Whenever I see a gorgeous woman with class, I can’t help but call her jie. Please don’t be mad!”

“You—” Su Xi was caught off guard by his slick words, unable to find a retort. Like punching cotton, her anger had nowhere to land. She shot him a glare.
“Not wasting my breath with you. Get lost.”

“Don’t, jie, just one thing! One sentence, then I’ll disappear!” he persisted, shamelessly leaning closer.

Su Xi glanced at Jin Yu and Xiao Bai—who was clearly enjoying the show—and felt a wave of exasperation. She reached to push him away.
“Go already. You’re an eyesore.”

But when her slender hand touched him, Wang Jiasong suddenly clasped her wrist, leading her a few steps aside almost without thinking.

“What are you doing? Let go!” Su Xi frowned.

“Just one sentence, then I’m gone.”

He had originally wanted to beg her to speak well of him to Jin Yu—after all, he could tell Su Xi’s words carried weight.

But up close, staring at her face, he realized his earlier flattery had been no lie—Su Xi truly was a beauty.

Different from Jin Yu, who was cold, calculating, and unfathomable—sometimes one glance from her could make you shrink back.

And different from the women he usually met, coquettish and identical, with no flavor.

With her cold expression, she was even more stunning. As the saying goes, a beauty is beautiful even in anger. Her fire only made her livelier, more unattainable, and all the more tempting. His brain short-circuited, and he blurted out:
“Jie, can I get your contact?”

Su Xi had always dismissed him as a dumb, rich playboy. But up close, she noticed his looks—classic bad-boy princeling: the poise of a rich heir mixed with wild, untamed swagger. A straight nose, thin lips curved in a perpetual smirk, a flash of tiger teeth when he grinned—it was roguish and bold.

She froze for a beat, then fired back without mercy.
“Toad lusting after swan meat—keep dreaming!” She yanked her hand free and stormed off.

Wang Jiasong touched his nose with the hand she had pulled away, muttering inwardly,
“Tsk, this girl’s got fire…”

Just then, Lu Ting’s group arrived, surrounding Jin Yu and Xiao Bai.

Su Xi immediately shot Wang Jiasong a look.
“What are you standing around for? Go help!”

“I’ll keep Sister Jin covered,” he replied, striding forward.

But a mountain of a man blocked his path.

“Wang-gongzi, I’ll be your opponent.”

Though tall at 1.8 meters, Wang Jiasong still had to look up at the 1.9-meter hulk looming over him. His mouth twitched.
“Damn it, Lu Ting, you serious?”

Lu Ting grinned.
“Don’t be angry, Wang-gongzi. It’s all for the match. Please cooperate.”

Meanwhile, Jin Yu tilted her head slightly.
“Xiao Bai, step aside. This isn’t your fight.”

Xiao Bai snapped back to his senses, unclenching his fists. Right—he couldn’t fight. What the hell was he doing in the circle? Blame the enemy for appearing too fast—he hadn’t had time to think.

He hurriedly retreated.

“Brothers, together!” Lu Ting launched the attack.

He aimed high, the short-haired girl went low. Jin Yu planted a foot on the girl’s shoulder, flipped backward, and grabbed Lu Ting’s shoulder, trying to throw him. He caught her hand and swung her toward Song Jing.

Song Jing, a beat too slow, missed his chance. Jin Yu kicked him away, landed, and locked into another grapple with Lu Ting.

Gradually, the trio fell into rhythm—one attacked, the others covered, swapping turns in a relentless wheel. But Jin Yu was no fool—she forced the pace, denying them rest, dragging the fight wherever she pleased. Their stamina drained fast. Song Jing was the first to falter, then the short-haired girl.

Half an hour later, they were drenched in sweat, gasping for breath.

Now it was just Jin Yu and Lu Ting. Though lean rather than bulky, his strength was formidable. They circled, fists and kicks clashing like a storm, while the exhausted teammates lingered at the edge, trying to disrupt Jin Yu’s flow.

Yet another half-hour passed. Jin Yu was breathing heavier, but her speed and reactions hadn’t slowed one bit.

The girl panted,
“Big Brother Lu!”

Lu Ting’s face darkened.
“Enough. You two step down.”

They had lost. It was only a matter of time.

Jin Yu inclined her head.
“Thanks for the fight.”

The girl and Song Jing staggered aside, dripping sweat. She glanced between Jin Yu, Lu Ting, and over at Wang Jiasong trading blows with the big guy, her eyes darting around.

Jin Yu and Lu Ting clashed like thunder, movements fast and furious, as if racing against the clock.

On the other side, Wang Jiasong held his own against the hulking man. That was why he had been chosen—under the playboy facade was solid skill. Facing someone taller and broader, he was still going blow for blow.

Sweat poured off him, soaking through his white T-shirt, clinging to his back. Muscles rippled with every movement, veins standing out. Both men were broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, their exchange pure testosterone—bl00d-pumping to watch.

Soon, Jin Yu dropped Lu Ting. Looking over, she found Wang Jiasong and the giant still brawling. She and Lu Ting exchanged a glance, then drifted closer to watch.

The short-haired girl stared at Wang Jiasong’s sweat-drenched muscles, eyes glazing. Then she looked at the big man in his tactical uniform and blurted,
“Brother Du, aren’t you hot? Why don’t you take that jacket off?”

The big guy blinked but complied, stripping his coat.

At the same moment, Wang Jiasong lifted his T-shirt to wipe his sweat. In the sunlight, his six-pack gleamed like chiseled marble, each ridge sharp enough to cut.

“Holy sh1t!” Xiao Bai gawked. “That body’s insane!”

Wang Jiasong shook his head to fling off sweat, and in motion, the playboy was gone—what stood there was a man, pure raw masculinity. He grinned.
“Not bad, huh? The guys at the gym are all jealous.”

Even Su Xi stole a few glances. Say what you will, but that was the kind of physique that would blow up online instantly.

The gravity field suddenly shifted—everyone’s leaps became effortless. Wang Jiasong, lighter and with great legs, unleashed a dazzling array of kicks. Eventually, the big guy admitted defeat.

Jin Yu clapped approvingly. She’d enjoyed watching. That was what competition was about—give and take. Winning all the time was boring.
“Both of you did well. Impressive.”

Wang Jiasong preened, chest puffed like a victorious rooster.
“Sister Yu, I’m still far below your level. Why don’t you take me as your disciple? I’ll get even better!”

Before Jin Yu could reply, Su Xi cut in sharply.
“No way. I don’t agree!”

Wang Jiasong turned.
“She hasn’t spoken yet. Why are you butting in?” Then realizing it was Su Xi, his lips curved in a teasing smirk as he strolled toward her.

“What are you doing? You reek of sweat—stay away!” Su Xi’s eyes flickered nervously before she masked it with a cool glare. Training grounds were full of shirtless men—what were a few abs? She wasn’t impressed.

“I’m not staying away,” he said, stepping closer, a few drops of sweat flying. “Weren’t you just watching so intently? If you join our club, you could see me every day.”

“I—I wasn’t watching you!” Su Xi snapped, cheeks hot, raising her foot to stomp him. “Stop being so full of yourself!”

He dodged lightly.
“Missed me, missed me—ha!”

From the side, Xiao Bai muttered,
“Damn, this playboy’s got game. Even the tigress is blushing…”

He yelped as Jin Yu flicked him on the forehead.
“Want me to tell Su Xi to beat you up?”

“I was wrong, I was wrong!” Xiao Bai begged instantly. “I won’t say another word—I’ll smack my own mouth!” He slapped himself twice for show.

Wang Jiasong laughed even brighter, sweat sparkling in the sun, deliberately inching closer to Su Xi.
“Well? Think about it? I swear I won’t slack in training…”

“Scram!” Su Xi shot out a kick, but he dodged again with a grin.

Jin Yu was about to speak when a rush of air swept her nape. She whirled, blocking just in time—it was Jin Mu, swinging a stick at her. When she caught it, he calmly withdrew, unfazed, and handed her a tissue after noticing the sweat on her brow.

She took it and wiped her face.

Jin Mu’s eyes were cool.
“Fun watching? Do you even know what you’re doing? This is a match, not a show.”

For once, Jin Yu was speechless. She muttered,
“…Oh.” Then, after a pause, she couldn’t resist adding,
“Still, even with your sneak attack, I’d beat you.”

He handed her another tissue.
“And if I weren’t me?”

Jin Yu lowered her eyes.
“…Got it, coach.”

Lu Ting laughed, trying to ease the tension.
“Alright, alright, it all turned out fine today. Why don’t Wang-shao treat us to dinner?”

Clever man, offering a perfect step. Wang Jiasong knew it was his chance—over food, he could push the matter of apprenticeship. That would seal it. No wonder everyone liked dealing with Lu Ting—he had tact.

Wang Jiasong dropped the smirk, picked up his discarded jacket, and said generously,
“Sure. My treat at Ping’an Hotel. Don’t hold back—eat whatever you want, it’s on me!”

Lu Ting whistled.
“Now that’s generous, Wang-shao!”

After a round of polite words, Wang Jiasong strolled over to Song Jing, who had been pretending to be invisible. His gaze turned icy.

“Song Jing, you and I are no longer brothers.”

He loomed over him, voice low but each word clear.
“Be smart. Disappear. Don’t let my Sister Jin see you again—or else…”

Cold sweat poured down Song Jing’s back. He had never seen Wang Jiasong like this.

The carefree playboy who was always draping an arm over his shoulders, calling him “brother,” now smiled with frozen eyes.

He had thought Wang Jiasong a fool, easy to use. But in truth, he himself was the fool. In this world, don’t ever take others for idiots—everyone’s out here playing the same game.

Especially Wang Jiasong, second young master of the Wang family, raised in circles where you either sink or swim.

This step had been a grave mistake.

Jin Mu’s voice cut through, impatient.
“Wang-shao.”

And just like that, Wang Jiasong’s mask shifted back into a roguish smile.
“Coming, coming.”