You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 34

The rules of the competition weren’t actually that complicated.

 

With the host and Jin Mu’s explanation, Jin Yu quickly understood that the match was broadly divided into three stages:

 

Early Stage: With resources deliberately limited (three days’ worth of supplies / five-day schedule), Wang Tao immediately formed a four-man core group, transforming the “survival game” into “organization versus organization.” By precisely evaluating opponents’ strength, they would ambush lone players for supplies, deliver a “join or be eliminated” ultimatum to medium-sized groups, and rapidly complete their initial accumulation.

 

Mid Stage: They shifted to covert operations, deploying “bait teammates” to deliberately spark friction between other groups, while the main squad maintained strategic concealment.

 

Final Stage: They would incite mass panic, use sowing discord and manipulation to whittle down the rest, then sweep in with guerilla tactics to finish off the survivors.

 

Su Wanying scrunched her little face in disgust.
“Big Sister Jin Yu, isn’t this guy just plain despicable?”

 

Xiaobai tugged on her braids.
“You silly little radish, what do you know? That’s called strategy!”

 

“Ah! Don’t pull me!” Su Wanying cried, swatting at his head. “You’re so annoying!”

 

“Hey, don’t hit my face!” Xiaobai covered his head. “Where are your manners, huh? I’m your big brother, after all!”

 

“As if! Who’d ever acknowledge you as my brother?” Su Wanying puffed up her cheeks, glaring at him. “Stop flattering yourself!” Then she turned back to Jin Yu. “Big Sister, are you allowed to use underhanded tricks in matches?”

 

Jin Mu answered calmly from the side:
“As long as it doesn’t break the rules, any method is fair game.”

 

“Then wouldn’t someone like Big Sister Jin Yu—someone strong—be easily targeted?” Su Wanying asked, worried.

 

“That’s true,” Jin Mu nodded. “But real strength fears no schemes. No matter the danger, a true fighter can always turn the tide.”

 

Jin Yu froze, glancing at him. But Jin Mu had already looked away. She instantly understood—it was encouragement, disguised in his usual indirect way. Her lips curved into a faint smile.
“I get it.”

 

She couldn’t help laughing inwardly. This Coach Jin Mu, even when cheering her on, had to do it in such a roundabout way… Luckily, she was smart enough to catch it.

 

Su Wanying blinked at her.
“Big Sister Jin Yu, the match is starting so soon? Does that mean… you’ll be leaving Jiangbei?”

 

Jin Yu ruffled the little radish’s head.
“That’s right. The competition isn’t held here. Stay with Sister Su Xi, and I’ll be back soon.”

 

“I want to go with you…” Su Wanying pouted.

 

Jin Yu pinched her cheeks gently.
“Be good. Isn’t your final exam coming up? Focus on school—that’s more important.”

 

“Nooo, I don’t care—mmph, don’t squish my face! I wanna go with you!” Su Wanying mumbled, clutching Jin Yu’s hands tightly, refusing to let go.

 

Xiaobai popped a piece of chocolate in his mouth.
“You little brat, what are you even tagging along for? We’re going to a competition, not on vacation.”

 

“You,” Su Wanying shot him a white-eyed glare, “all you ever do is play games.”

 

Xiaobai’s face flushed.
“That’s called balancing work and rest! What do you know, little brat? And besides, you’re never around when I’m working—how do you know I don’t?”

 

The squabble successfully distracted her. She huffed, “Tch, with your noob skills? All you ever do is feed kills to the other team.”

 

“You rotten brat—if you can’t say anything nice, then don’t say anything at all!”

 

The two of them were bickering again.

 

Jin Mu took a sip of water, then said evenly:
“Tomorrow’s the drawing. You’ll find out which arena you’ll be assigned to. Nervous?”

 

“A little,” Jin Yu admitted, “but it’s fine.”

 

“Wang Da and the others signed up as well. If you get placed in the same area, they’ll fully support you.”

 

“No need. I’ve already thought through my strategy.”

 

“Fair enough. Up to you.” He gave a small nod. “That’s enough for today. Get some rest—we leave at nine sharp tomorrow.”

 

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The Next Day – On the Bus

 

Jiangbei was under District Three’s jurisdiction, but the tournament venue was located elsewhere. The group boarded a bus bound for the center.

 

Wang Da’s face turned pale as he gagged.
“Bro, I think I’m carsick…”

 

Liang Yu sneered.
“Pathetic.”

 

“I’ve never ridden something this fast before…” Wang Da groaned.

 

Without lifting his eye mask, Liang Yu pulled a blister pack of pills from his pocket and tossed it onto Wang Da’s lap.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Motion sickness pills,” he said impatiently.

 

“Oh. Thanks.” Wang Da gulped them down with water.

 

“Good. Now shut up and stop bothering me.”

 

“Mm…”

 

Wang Da dozed off briefly, until the bus pulled in.

 

“We’re here. Get off.”

 

“Mm.”

 

As the others filed out, Liang Yu hooked an arm around Wang Da’s neck and whispered,
“Hey, what if we get assigned to the same arena?”

 

“I dunno,” Wang Da said blankly.

 

“Idiot. I mean we team up. If the two of us make it to the end, the victory belongs to our hall.”

 

“You’re bragging. Like it’s that easy.”

 

This country bumpkin had picked up some backbone hanging around Jin Yu—he even dared to talk back now.

 

Liang Yu tightened his grip in mock force, choking him in his armpit.
“Watch your mouth. Are we brothers or not? Can’t you answer properly, huh?”

 

“Can’t… breathe… people are staring!” Wang Da wheezed.

 

Liang Yu looked up and saw the others waiting. He laughed awkwardly.
“Relax, I’m just fooling around with Wang Da, right buddy?” He nudged Wang Da’s side.

 

Wang Da gave a sheepish grin.

 

Jin Mu’s face stayed expressionless as he scolded them lightly, then ordered, “Enough. Keep up.”

 

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The Competition Hall

 

The arena was a towering structure, built in postmodern style—a futuristic mix of reflective glass and sleek metal panels. Depending on the sun’s angle, its surface shimmered with shifting lights. Its curves simulated rivers and mountains—but if you tilted your head, you’d realize it resembled a spine, and those flowing arcs were more like strands of nerve tissue.

 

Inside, cool air wafted through the spacious lobby.

 

Above them, huge glowing words read: “Global Cybernetic Martial Arts Championship – District Three Qualifiers.”

 

Before they could take it all in, a blocky-headed robot glided over from the left.

 

“Hello. I am Official Robot Unit 0661 of the Global Cybernetic Championship. Are you here for arena assignments?”

 

“Yes. Please lead the way,” Jin Mu replied evenly.

 

“Of course. Please follow me. Do not fall behind.”

 

0661 glided forward, leading them through the hall and under an alloy arch. As their identities were verified, a stunning exhibition came into view—life-sized wax figures of past champions, each surrounded by floating streams of holographic data.

 

“Wow!” Wang Da gasped. “So pretty!”

 

“Look at his hand!” Liang Yu blurted.

 

Everyone crowded around.

 

[Demolitionist] Leibniz (Champion of 2093)
Neural Pulse Knuckles: Modified joints capable of storing charge, releasing high-voltage shocks on impact.

 

Jin Yu followed their gaze. Leibniz’s half-naked wax figure was inked in black tattoos, while his mechanical fists crackled with sparks.

 

Dong An scoffed.
“Outdated junk. What’s so great about that?”

 

[Ballerina] Fenido Cao (Champion of 2094)
Phase-Refracting Coating: A skin-layer enhancement that absorbs light, leaving afterimages at high speed.

 

Noticing Jin Yu’s interest, Jin Mu explained,
“The champions’ wax figures and prosthetics are displayed in rotation across all regions.”

 

The others buzzed with excitement, pointing out various champions and their weapons.

 

Liang Yu whistled.
“These models are insanely realistic. The organizers must be swimming in money.”

 

“Please step forward,” 0661 intoned. “Place your palm on the screen. The display will automatically show your assigned arena.”

 

Jin Yu went first.

 

“Jin Yu. Contestant ID: G160817. Fingerprint verified. Assigned arena: Zone 16.”

 

“Dong An. Contestant ID: G160818. Fingerprint verified. Assigned arena: Zone 02.”

 

…

 

“Wang Da. Contestant ID: G160821. Fingerprint verified. Assigned arena: Zone 02.”

 

Gasps broke out. Dong An smirked.
“Looks like we’re stuck together, Wang Da. But don’t expect me to go easy.”

 

Wang Da looked anxiously at Jin Yu. She gave him a reassuring nod.

 

He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and declared, in clear Mandarin,
“Brother Dong, I won’t hold back against you either!”

 

“Good,” Jin Yu said approvingly. “That’s what martial arts is about—fair competition.”

 

Liang Yu went up next.

 

“Liang Yu. Contestant ID: G160822. Fingerprint verified. Assigned arena: Zone 16.”

 

He froze. From beside him came Wang Da’s cheerful voice:
“Look! You drew the same zone as Big Sister Jin Yu! Lucky! I wish I could fight alongside her too…”

 

“Yeah, really lucky…” Liang Yu forced a smile.

 

For just a fraction of a second, his mask slipped—resentment flashing in his eyes. But then it was gone, replaced with his usual cocky grin.

 

“Hey, Sis! We’re teaming up, right? Stick with me and we’re sure to win!”

 

Jin Yu smiled lightly.
“No need. Just do your part.”

 

Something dark flickered in Liang Yu’s gaze, but he kept up his grin.
“Aw, don’t say that. I may not be as good as you, but I’m still pretty decent. Who knows, I might even help.”

 

The others laughed and teased along. Jin Yu accepted with a nod.
“Then I’ll thank you in advance, Liang Yu.”

 

He thumped his chest.
“Leave it to me!”

 

Meanwhile, Wang Da muttered sadly to himself.
“Why couldn’t it be me… If only I were with Big Sis…”

 

Jin Mu dismissed them to roam the venue, telling them to regroup in an hour.

 

As the group scattered with excitement, Liang Yu muttered with feigned cheer,
“Guess I’m stuck as Sis’s sidekick now. No pressure, right? Jealous yet?”

 

Wang Da, oblivious, thought Liang Yu really meant it. He urged sincerely,
“Still, you have to help her if she’s in trouble. Big Sis has trained us so hard…”

 

“Yeah, yeah,” Liang Yu cut him off, impatient.

 

“I’m worried about fighting Brother Dong,” Wang Da confessed.

 

“What’s there to worry about? You’ll lose anyway.”

 

“But… I don’t want to lose. Not after all Sis taught me. I don’t want to disappoint her.”

 

“Then win.”

 

“But—”

 

“No buts! Quit whining already—you’re driving me nuts.”

 

Liang Yu stalked off, lighting a cigarette in a corner, his face clouded with gloom.

 

Finally, even thick-headed Wang Da noticed something was wrong.
“You’re upset, aren’t you?” he asked timidly.

 

Liang Yu forced a laugh.
“What nonsense. Sis treats us so well—I’m glad to play second fiddle for her sake… Forget it. No point talking.”

 

But the truth gnawed at him. He was already twenty-four—six years older than Wang Da. An athlete’s prime was fleeting. He had thought, with King Kong retired, if only he weren’t placed in Jin Yu’s zone, this year could have been his best shot.

 

“Don’t worry, there’s always next year—” Wang Da began.

 

Liang Yu’s face darkened.
“Shut it. Come on, let’s go walk around.”

 

Just then, his phone rang. Liang Yu answered gruffly,
“Hello? Who is this?”