The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 770

Chapter 770: 620 Are you not aware of your own abilities? Feng Xiu [1 update]_2

The burly man sneered, "I’ll just stand here and not move."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ying Zijin made her move.

She didn’t use any flashy martial arts moves, just a kick and an elbow raise.

In less than ten seconds, before the burly man could react, he was down on the ground.

Ying Zijin dropped her sleeves, "You really don’t need to move."

"..."

The arena fell into complete silence.

Everyone was stunned.

The manager was excited, "Young Master, look, her practical fighting ability is too strong."

Cheng Jin slowly nodded, pleasantly surprised, "Indeed, she only used three moves, but each one targeted the opponent’s vulnerabilities, not even an Ancient Martial Grandmaster could withstand them."

On the stage.

Ying Zijin withdrew her hand and turned to walk away.

At this moment, the burly man on the ground moved.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he got up and violently attacked the girl, cursing with filthy words, "Bitch! You’re asking for death!"

Gasps of shock arose from the spectator stands.

"Young Master, she’s too soft-hearted," the guard shook his head upon seeing this, "When facing such a fierce and evil Ancient Martial Grandmaster, she should have struck to kill immediately. Now, she has senselessly sacrificed her own life."

"With her strength, she could have killed him just now. Such people are not suitable for combat."

Could anyone survive a sneak attack from behind by an Ancient Martial Grandmaster?

Cheng Jin narrowed his eyes and said nothing, just watching the stage.

By this time, the burly man had charged behind the girl.

His Inner Strength surged within him, drawing a knife lying not far away into his hand.

Without any hesitation, the burly man thrust the knife toward the girl’s neck.

The cries from the audience grew louder, some spectators even stood up in alarm.

The higher the Ancient Martial Cultivation, the more they despised attacking from behind.

But this was a life-or-death arena. As long as one hadn’t left the stage, the fight was still on.

There was nothing they could say about a sneak attack.

Ying Zijin didn’t turn her head, her gaze didn’t even flicker.

But at the very moment the burly man’s attack was about to land, the girl suddenly turned around.

With a spinning kick, she struck directly at the burly man’s head.

At the same time, she locked his arm with her hand.

"Crack!"

A snapping sound rang out.

The burly man’s arm broke with an audible snap.

He let out a blood-curdling scream as the knife in his hand dropped to the ground.

Ying Zijin, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, effortlessly lifted him, "You thought to kill me?"

The burly man’s expression finally changed, full of terror, "You..."

He didn’t finish his sentence.

Ying Zijin’s eyes were indifferent as she let go of her grip.

The burly man’s eyes bulged as he fell to the ground, not even struggling.

In the life-or-death arena, life and death are determined by fate.

Before entering the stage, both parties would sign a contract of life-and-death combat.

Everything happened too quickly, and the audience was still in a daze.

Ying Zijin walked straight out.

Soon, two guards came up and carried the burly man down.

The guards were also bewildered and quite embarrassed, "Young Master, she..."

Cheng Jin finally spoke, "It’s not that she’s too soft-hearted, but her ability to assess the situation is very strong. Even with someone attacking her from behind, they couldn’t harm her in the slightest."

"But she indeed dislikes killing. That’s not being soft-hearted, she just doesn’t revel in bloodshed like other ancient martial artists."

Cheng Jin concluded, "Never provoke such a person, because if she truly gets angry, it will be terrifying."

He stood up and left the arena to return to his study.

But in the study, there was someone else present.

It was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and brows.

Cheng Jin was taken aback and quickly knelt down, "Foster father."

The middle-aged man was the Martial Arts Alliance Leader.

"I watched that fight just now," the middle-aged man said thoughtfully, his eyes deep in contemplation, "Did some of those moves feel familiar to you?"