You Are Really No Match For Me [Fighting] - Chapter 6

Jin Yu clasped her hands in salute. “Please give me your guidance, Mr. Jin Mu.”

Jin Mu lightly pushed up his glasses. A faint blue glow lit along the edge of the lenses—
[Tactical Analysis Mode Activated].

A translucent data interface instantly appeared across his glasses:

[Opponent Stance Analysis]: Jin Yu’s center of gravity leans slightly forward, right arm muscles tense—high probability of initiating attack.

[Attack Prediction]: Right hook (62%), left swing (28%), low sweep (10%).

[Reaction Recommendation]: Block right side, reserve space to dodge left.

Jin Yu narrowed her eyes. So, the guy’s glasses were high-tech.

She had plenty of experience with this sort of thing. Some fighters used algorithmic systems that analyzed an opponent’s moves and patterns, but this was the first time she’d seen one mounted in glasses with real-time updates.

The algorithms usually pulled from massive amounts of fight data and weren’t too inaccurate. But in the end, it still depended on the fighter—predictions meant nothing if you couldn’t defend properly. Let’s see whose edge is sharper—his high-tech toy, or me.

Jin Yu twisted her wrist, gave a shout, and rushed forward. Jin Mu’s glasses whirred with rapid shifts, flashing boxes of motion recognition and streams of predictions: right hook 50%, left hook 25%, right leg 18%, left leg 7%.

Jin Mu’s lips curved faintly. Calmly, he raised his fist and blocked—catching her opening strike.

Jin Yu instantly seized his left hand with her right and lifted her left leg, aiming a kick at his right shin.

The predictions rapidly recalculated:

[Revised Prediction]: Left leg sweep (85%), right fist feint (15%).

[Defense Recommendation]: Step back, press down with right arm.

He retreated half a step, his right arm dropping sharply—thud! He blocked her sweep cleanly, then hooked hard.

Jin Yu nearly slid down into a fall, but clutched his waist at the last moment. Jin Mu raised his elbow, ready to smash it down. Just then—

A loud shout erupted from Jin Yu. Jin Mu’s balance tipped forward, his back heel lifting off the ground. His glasses displayed: [100% Probability: Grapple Takedown].

Jin Mu swung downward immediately, but Jin Yu released her grip at the last second. His elbow brushed so close it nearly grazed her hair.

“Not bad,” Jin Yu said, shaking her numbed leg, eyes narrowing. “How accurate are those glasses of yours?”

“That depends on the opponent.” Jin Mu smirked faintly. “They only analyze your muscle exertion habits and combine them with my combat database to suggest the best counter.”

Jin Yu shook her head. “Again!”

She bounced lightly, alternating her lead foot. Jin Mu fixed his gaze on her footwork. The glasses showed: 50% left foot, 50% right foot.

Her left foot stepped forward. A flood of code and analyses rushed across the display before it finalized: 75% right foot, 25% left foot. Target: head. Warning. Warning. Immediate defense required.

Jin Mu read the cue, elbows crossing to block.

Jin Yu drove her knee up, body twisting into the air, a whirlwind kick slamming into his arms.

The lenses blared: High-frequency impact detected. Calculating counter timing.

Suddenly, green light flickered: Opening detected. Counter now!

Jin Mu’s eyes hardened. He reached to grab her ankle—but the smooth, delicate skin slipped free. For a moment he faltered.

In midair, Jin Yu flipped her torso upright, lunging toward his head.

His glasses flashed red with alarm. He quickly released her leg and threw a brutal right hook.

But Jin Yu snapped her torso back, stomped off his chest, and leapt away, landing calmly with no offensive stance—as if inviting him to attack.

Jin Mu staggered back a step, sweat beading his brow.

[Opponent Stance Analysis]: Center stable, no offensive posture. High probability: counter-fighter.
[Attack Prediction]: None. Defensive mode.
[Reaction Recommendation]: Spinning kick, right shoulder.

Sensing his chance, Jin Mu lunged forward, spun, and unleashed a back kick. The glasses’ tracking frame locked on Jin Yu’s fists, timing her guard precisely. His leg slammed in, jolting her block.

But Jin Yu retaliated, punching straight toward his abdomen. Jin Mu blocked, only to find another fist already incoming. Her punches poured down like a storm.

The lenses went crimson:

[High-speed combo detected]
[Tracking attack trajectories…]
Head (40%), left chest (30%), lower right abdomen (20%), left shoulder (10%).

[Warning: Updated attack trajectory]
Left chest (35%), left ribs (35%), lower right abdomen (20%), left shoulder (10%).

[Warning: Updated attack trajectory]
Left head (20%), left ribs (35%), lower right abdomen (20%), left shoulder (10%), right shoulder (10%), left shoulder (5%).

[Critical Warning: Attack speed exceeds recognition threshold!]

As Jin Mu floundered, Jin Yu sneered. Her uppercut smashed into his jaw, snapping his head back, sending his glasses flying.

His chin flushed red. Slowly, Jin Mu touched his tingling jaw, golden light flashing in his eyes.

“I see now.”

For years he’d relied on the glasses to predict his opponents, winning countless fights. But he had forgotten—true fighting was a game of the unknown. For top-tier fighters, patterns didn’t exist. Their strikes came from raw instinct forged through years of combat. Jin Yu fought with instinct within instinct—overwhelming him completely.

“Brother, are you alright?!” Jin Gang cried in alarm.

Jin Yu lowered her hand. “Thank you for the match, Coach Jin Mu.”

Jin Mu looked at her with conflicted eyes. “I lost. Don’t call me coach. I have nothing to teach you.”

Jin Yu noticed his eyes—golden, shimmering. Why hide something so unique behind glasses?

Jin Mu turned to leave.

“Wait,” Jin Yu called. “Didn’t you say you once competed nationally? Maybe you can help me analyze future opponents—their prosthetics, or gadgets like your glasses.”

Jin Mu paused.

She stepped forward, hand extended. “Looking forward to working with you, Jin Mu.”

Her eyes were clear, earnest. He felt as if cool water had poured into his parched throat.

“…Thank you, Miss Jin Yu.”

“You’re welcome. Your defensive technique is excellent. I could learn a lot from it.”

Jin Gang picked up the fallen glasses with his mechanical arm and handed them over.

“Give them to Miss Jin Yu,” Jin Mu said. “Her spoils of victory.”

The heavy glasses slid onto her small face, slipping down her nose. She pushed them up, aiming at Jin Mu—

[Emotion Analysis]: Frustration. No intent to attack.

Then at Jin Gang, whose face flickered between rage and unease—

[36% fear, 29% hesitation, 25% anger, 10% dejection. No intent to attack.]

“Hey,” Jin Yu said lightly. “Don’t be so down. Losing to me isn’t shameful. You’re both strong.”

Jin Gang muttered weakly to his brother, “Let’s just go. I don’t want to stay here.”

“I’ve already agreed to cooperate with Miss Jin Yu,” Jin Mu replied. “She won’t announce your defeat. You can keep competing here.”

“Brother—” Jin Gang protested.

“…Enough.”

“Fine.”

As they turned to leave, Jin Yu called out, “Jin Gang. Weren’t you forgetting something?”

Xiao Bai chimed in. “Yeah! Don’t forget your promise—to apologize, and to stop taking prosthetics as trophies.”

Jin Gang’s eyes reddened, his voice trembling. “Isn’t losing already enough for you?”

Jin Mu’s brows furrowed. “What trouble did you cause this time? Why were you even fighting?”

Jin Gang blinked rapidly, dodging. “It was nothing, just a little conflict.”

Unaware of the truth, Jin Mu listened as Xiao Bai eagerly recounted every detail (with embellishment): Jin Gang accusing him of theft, trying to extort him, their duels, and the broken promises.

“Did you really steal the parts?” Jin Mu asked.

“…No. I just… lost them,” Jin Gang admitted.

Jin Mu glared, furious. “We’ll deal with this later. For now, apologize immediately to Mr. Bai Hanqing and Miss Jin Yu.”

Through clenched teeth, Jin Gang muttered, “Bai Hanqing, Jin Yu—I’m sorry. I was wrong. I won’t bully anyone again. And I’ll never take prosthetics as trophies.”

Jin Yu nodded. Xiao Bai smugly slung an arm around her shoulders. She shot him a glare but didn’t push him away.

“Farewell, the both of you,” Jin Mu said.

“Bye-bye!”

“See you around!”

They had barely taken two steps when Xiao Bai burst out laughing. “Hahahaha! I can’t believe this day finally came! Jin Yu, I love you! That was glorious! I’ve never seen Jin Gang make that face—or Jin Mu, that smug snake! Hahaha, this feels amazing! To celebrate, let’s drink tonight—no, celebratory banquet!”

Jin Gang spun around, eyes blazing. His mechanical arm shot forward, reaching for Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai yelped and darted behind Jin Yu.

“Jin Gang!” Jin Mu barked.

Grinding his teeth, Jin Gang retracted his arm.

Xiao Bai put on a sheepish smile. “Oh, you’re still here? My mistake, my mistake—what a big mouth I have! Terribly sorry!” He even smacked himself a few times in mock self-reproach.

Expressionless, Jin Mu stared him down. Xiao Bai shivered. Those golden eyes—like a serpent’s—were terrifying. It was precisely why Jin Mu wore the glasses.

People called him “Cobra.”

Xiao Bai zipped his lips shut with a gesture.

Dragging his brother away, Jin Mu finally departed.

Xiao Bai wiped his forehead. “Tch. Acting all high and mighty. One day, I’ll make you cough up every coin you owe me.”

“Xiao Bai,” Jin Yu sighed. “You really lacked class just now.”

“What? What did I do? I just said a couple of things!”

Jin Yu shook her head, helpless, and walked toward Dr. Ding’s office. “Dr. Ding? Are you there? I need to talk to you.”