Chapter One Hundred and Four: Oh No, the Medicine Is Taking Effect?!

“Good.”

After seriously agreeing to Qin Sheng’s request, Jiang Miaomiao finally strolled toward the ring.

Her condition was indeed fairly good, but the faint stomachache from earlier still made her take notice.

Please, not now. Not during the match.

Deep down, Jiang Miaomiao kept warning herself of this over and over, yet some instinct told her she was not so fortunate.

If the pain came, she would have to endure it.

She was determined to win this match.

“Has number fifty arrived? Why is number fifty still not on stage?” Seeing only Jiang Miaomiao walking toward this ring, the staff picked up the megaphone again and urged.

The crowd was still buzzing, many people searching for the whereabouts of number fifty.

Jiang Miaomiao also scanned the people below the stage, waiting for her opponent.

Then, within the crowd, a familiar figure stood up.

Jiang Miaomiao frowned slightly. Unsure, she rubbed her eyes and looked again, only to see that person already heading toward the stage.

She had not expected her opponent to be Yang Yao.

If she had known, she would have understood that Yang Yao’s victory over Shen Mei last time had relied entirely on dirty tricks.

Jiang Miaomiao had always despised such people. What was so admirable about stepping on a best friend to win a match?

But it was clear Yang Yao would never understand that.

“Jiang Miaomiao, I never thought we’d run into each other in a match. What a coincidence.” Yang Yao had long known her opponent was Jiang Miaomiao, and she was exceedingly confident she would win.

Jiang Miaomiao’s face darkened. She had no desire to exchange too many words with Yang Yao.

“Not a coincidence. We’re not close.” Jiang Miaomiao shot her a cold look.

Yang Yao’s smile stiffened. Faced with Jiang Miaomiao’s icy expression, she could not help thinking of Shen Mei, who had worn the very same look.

Only Shen Mei was probably lying in a hospital bed now, unable even to stand.

“No matter. Today I’ll make you keep Shen Mei company in the hospital.” Yang Yao taunted Jiang Miaomiao with great confidence, though a flicker of guilt flashed in her eyes.

Under normal circumstances, how could Yang Yao ever beat someone trained by Qin Sheng?

But times had changed. Jiang Miaomiao had been drugged, and Qin Sheng had not noticed. Winning was practically guaranteed.

Jiang Miaomiao gave a cold snort, too impatient to waste words with her any longer. “Enough nonsense. Let’s just fight.”

Yang Yao despised most those people who learned a little martial skill and immediately believed themselves superior. Instantly, her guilt vanished.

It was not her fault. They were the ones asking for it.

Shen Mei, Jiang Miaomiao, and that Qin Sheng too—she, Yang Yao, would surely trample them underfoot and crush that arrogant spirit of theirs.

Naturally, Jiang Miaomiao did not know what Yang Yao was thinking. After hearing the staff announce the start of the match, she settled into a fighting stance.

Yang Yao watched Jiang Miaomiao constantly, waiting for the moment she lost all strength, so she could eliminate her in one blow.

She had heard the drug was military-grade, so its effect should be extremely fast.

And effective. Shen Mei was the best proof.

While Yang Yao was distracted, Jiang Miaomiao seized the opening and struck at her abdomen. The force was heavy; Yang Yao nearly failed to get back up from the floor in time from the pain.

Frowning, Yang Yao endured the pain in her lower abdomen and glared viciously at Jiang Miaomiao. Unfortunately, before the drug had fully taken effect, it was already time for their match.

Jiang Miaomiao’s blows were not light. It seemed she would have to suffer a little today.

Still, Yang Yao could endure it. What she wanted was the final victory. A little injury meant nothing.

What she did not know was that Jiang Miaomiao had been training with Qin Sheng recently to excellent effect. Every move and every punch carried real force. In the end, Yang Yao had only learned the superficial tricks from Shen Mei, and most of the time she could not evade Jiang Miaomiao’s attacks directly; she could only take them head-on.

This time, Jiang Miaomiao landed a punch on Yang Yao’s jaw. Unable to withstand the force, Yang Yao fell helplessly to the ground.

Jiang Miaomiao withdrew her fist and watched as Yang Yao on the floor struggled to get up again.

Her eyes were full of unwillingness.

Jiang Miaomiao arched a brow. It was time to eliminate Yang Yao in one stroke.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Miaomiao’s fist clenched tightly, and as she closed the distance toward Yang Yao, it seemed like a gust of wind. As expected, the blow landed once more on Yang Yao’s abdomen.

Her stomach had already endured several of Jiang Miaomiao’s attacks. This punch would surely send Yang Yao flying, leaving her with no strength to fight back.

Was the drug still not working?!

Yang Yao was beginning to panic. She looked timidly toward Guo Ting.

Guo Ting was also filled with worry, apparently waiting for the drug on Jiang Miaomiao to take effect.

But how could Jiang Miaomiao look in any way as if she had taken anything?

Guo Ting was no longer calm. She had seen with her own eyes that man pour the drug into Jiang Miaomiao’s water. If it still had not taken effect now, could it be that Jiang Miaomiao had not drunk enough?

The medicine Uncle had given must not be faulty!

Guo Ting was trying to figure out why Jiang Miaomiao’s drug had not kicked in, her palms clammy with sweat. Before she could make sense of it, Jiang Miaomiao suddenly collapsed on stage for reasons unknown.

The moment Jiang Miaomiao fell, Qin Sheng sprang to her feet in shock.

She had been certain just moments ago that this punch would eliminate Yang Yao.

What was happening now?

Qin Sheng was visibly growing anxious. A Tang had already been harmed, and she absolutely could not allow anything to happen to Jiang Miaomiao as well.

The instant Jiang Miaomiao fell before her eyes, Yang Yao also let out a breath of relief.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and looked at Jiang Miaomiao. Jiang Miaomiao was trembling all over, curled up like an infant, her hands clamped tightly over her stomach.

Even Jiang Miaomiao herself did not know what was happening.

She had only been one step away from victory, yet before she could take that step, a stabbing pain hit her abdomen. The fist she had clenched lost its strength, and she was even beginning to lose the strength to stand...

Jiang Miaomiao and Qin Sheng did not understand, but Yang Yao and Guo Ting saw it all clearly.

This was obviously the drug taking effect.

Yang Yao’s confidence and courage returned at once. She stood up and walked over to Jiang Miaomiao, looking down at her. With a disdainful laugh, she sneered, “What’s wrong? Weren’t you just about to eliminate me? Why are you lying here now?”

Jiang Miaomiao clenched her teeth so hard they almost broke. Seeing Yang Yao’s triumphant expression, she knew she had fallen into a trap.

“You drugged me?” Jiang Miaomiao seemed to have guessed it. Looking at Yang Yao’s expression, she perhaps understood why Shen Mei had lost to her that day.

This drug was like the muscle-relaxing powder found in martial arts novels; she could not summon even the slightest strength.

Even her body felt wrong, as though she had a fever.

What made Jiang Miaomiao even more confused was that she had only had a stomachache a moment ago. Now her stomach no longer hurt, but her head had suddenly grown dizzy, and her vision was beginning to blur...

Jiang Miaomiao shook her head quickly, trying to clear it.

“Is number twenty-seven choosing to admit defeat?” Seeing Jiang Miaomiao lying on the ground for several minutes, the staff assumed she had already conceded of her own accord.

Hearing this, Jiang Miaomiao forced herself up from the floor with great effort and grit her teeth. “I do not admit defeat. The match continues.”

Yang Yao folded her arms as though watching a performance, observing Jiang Miaomiao struggle to her feet like a beast making a final desperate fight for survival.

“I really underestimated you. You can still stand up.” Her words grew even less polite, perhaps believing that would give her more confidence.

Jiang Miaomiao’s lips had already gone quite pale. She ignored Yang Yao and merely looked toward Qin Sheng.

Seeing Qin Sheng stand anxiously and watch her, Jiang Miaomiao gently shook her head to indicate that she was all right.

She might just have to break the promise she had made Qin Sheng earlier.

Jiang Miaomiao drew in a deep breath and tried to summon the strength in her body, but to no avail. Her body felt as though it were not her own; only a little strength remained to keep her from collapsing.

“Continue the match!”

At the staff member’s command, Yang Yao attacked again.

Jiang Miaomiao used all her remaining strength to avoid only half of it; the other half she could only take with her body.

Fortunately, her body felt as if it had been numbed by anesthesia, so she could not fully feel the pain.

Yang Yao knew Jiang Miaomiao no longer had much ability to resist, and the several punches Jiang Miaomiao had landed on her abdomen earlier, she now returned to Jiang Miaomiao one by one with all her strength.

Watching Jiang Miaomiao finally unable to hold on and collapse, Yang Yao cast her a glance as though at a heap of rotten mud.

“You’re not as durable as Shen Mei. Just a few punches and you’re done?” Yang Yao still did not seem satisfied. She walked to Jiang Miaomiao’s side, grabbed her hair, and yanked her up from the ground.

“Go on, keep resisting. Looks like Qin Sheng is just like Shen Mei—she doesn’t dare teach too much either? Or is she afraid that once her disciple is taught, the master will starve?” Yang Yao whispered into Jiang Miaomiao’s ear with a sneer.

Jiang Miaomiao had little strength left to speak. She could only glare at Yang Yao, her eyes filled with unwillingness and hatred.

“Not just you, but that trash Qin Sheng too. I’ll make sure she dies silently in the zombie forest. By then, you won’t even be able to collect her body. Those zombies will throw themselves on her and gnaw her down until not even crumbs are left... Hahaha, that image is truly satisfying!”

Yang Yao apparently had no intention of ending the match so soon. She was going to use this time to repay every humiliation she had suffered over there, one by one.

At the mention of Shen Mei, Jiang Miaomiao’s eyes reddened. She opened her mouth with difficulty and forced out every ounce of strength to shout, “You dare!”

Yang Yao paid her threat no mind. What was there that she did not dare?

“Still protecting your master Qin Sheng even at death’s door. You really are a dog through and through.” Every time Yang Yao spoke, she sent another punch into Jiang Miaomiao’s abdomen.

It was not until Yang Yao herself was nearly out of strength that she finally stopped.

And Jiang Miaomiao, enduring the pain, had cold sweat covering her forehead. Still, she kept her back straight, shielding Yang Yao from Qin Sheng’s view and refusing to let her see the revenge being exacted upon her.

“Then let me send you on your final journey.”