Chapter 44: Heavenly King Zhou Gives a Thumbs Up

"Motherfucker! Grab your weapons! Disfigure her!"

"Cripple her! Let's see how arrogant she can still be!"

The remaining five people were completely enraged. The cold gleam of daggers and the wind-breaking sound of telescopic batons wove into a deadly net, pouncing toward "Song Jiaru" from different angles!

However, in front of the top-tier combat consciousness of the "Kung Fu Master," their movements were full of flaws and as slow as a slideshow.

"Song Jiaru" moved, transforming into a dark night God of War possessing both power and flexibility!

Leg shadows like whips, stick strikes like dragons!

Facing the hooligan charging head-on with a knife, she didn't retreat but advanced. Her body leaned back almost parallel to the ground, her right leg like a bowstring full of power.

With an exceptionally sharp high-level side kick, the tip of her foot carrying the sound of breaking air, she precisely kicked the other party's chin!

"Crack!" The teeth-aching sound of bone cracking sounded. Without even a grunt, that hooligan was kicked flying backward directly, smashing heavily against the wall and passing out.

The slender leg line drew an arc full of power in the air, the tight jeans outlining the smooth muscles of every inch of her leg tensing upon exerting force.

At the same time, the nunchucks in her hand did not stop. "White Snake Spitting Venom" directly struck the wrist of the sneak attacker from the side, knocking away the dagger.

Taking advantage of the momentum with an agile spin, her ponytail throwing out a dashing arc in the air, her left leg raised backward like a scorpion swinging its tail, her heel viciously smashing into the Shanzhong acupoint on the chest of another hooligan trying to hug her from behind!

"Ugh!"

That hooligan only felt a wave of severe pain and suffocation, kneeling on the ground clutching his chest.

Facing the last two hooligans whose courage had been shattered and who wanted to escape, she charged forward swiftly like a cheetah. Her body leaped into the air, a beautiful "Flying Swallow Chain Kick"!

Her right leg swept horizontally and hit one person's temple, and her left knee took advantage of the momentum to viciously smash into the other person's abdomen!

The two fell to the ground in response, curling up like shrimp.

Throughout the entire combat process, she perfectly combined the fierce sharpness of the nunchucks with the stretched elegance of her leg techniques.

Under the moonlight and the faint light coming from the alley entrance, she looked like a perfect, vitality-filled sculpture in battle.

Less than two minutes.

The seven hooligans who were arrogant just a moment ago were already all lying on the ground, rolling and wailing clutching their injured parts, unable to get up again.

Holding the nunchucks, "Song Jiaru" stood proudly among the scattered "corpses," her chest heaving slightly, her breath slightly rapid.

A few strands of damp hair stuck to her slightly red cheeks and slender neck, adding a few points of post-battle sexiness and unruliness.

Sweat slid down her clear jawline, dripping onto her delicate collarbones.

Those clear almond eyes coldly swept over the trash on the ground, her red lips parting slightly, clearly spitting out five words:

"Can't withstand a single blow."

After saying that, her wrist flicked. The nunchucks traced a neat trajectory and with a "swish," precisely inserted back into the side pocket of the guitar bag, the movements flowing like clouds and water.

She didn't even cast another glance at that group of groaning hooligans, as if she had just casually cleaned up a pile of garbage blocking the road.

She put the guitar on her back, her footsteps steady, her back straight as she walked out of this dim alley filled with groans of pain, merging into the warm and safe halo in the distance.

The moment control returned, a strong sense of collapse and muscle soreness drowned Song Jiaru like a tide.

Her legs went weak, almost slumping to the ground. She hurriedly supported herself on the streetlamp pole nearby, her heart beating crazily like a drum in her chest, almost jumping out!

There was both the strong lingering fear of surviving a disaster, and even more an indescribable, drippingly joyful excitement of breaking through all shackles!

That feeling of controlling power and knocking down villains smoothly like flowing water just now was too shocking!

"Big Brother! You are too... too amazing! I... I felt like a peerless heroine in a Hong Kong wuxia movie just now! So handsome and cool!"

She screamed excitedly in her heart, her voice still trembling.

Xu Yunzhou's voice carried a trace of undetectable approving smile:

"It's because the motor nerves and reaction speed of this body of yours are excellent enough, I merely guided out their hidden power. Remember this feeling of controlling yourself and being fearless."

And at this time, the clear and reassuring sound of police sirens came from afar, drawing near.

It turned out that a passerby who had just gotten off the night shift had noticed the situation in the alley was not right and secretly called the police.

He originally wanted to muster up courage to act bravely for a just cause, but dumbfoundedly witnessed the entire process of that seemingly "weak" young girl in white, holding nunchucks, like "Bruce Lee possessed," her figure agile as a swimming dragon, her stick striking like the wind, knocking down seven armed hooligans with the momentum of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood!

He hurriedly took out his HTC phone with not-too-high pixels, his hands trembling slightly as he recorded this unbelievable scene.

Subsequently, Song Jiaru followed the police car to the police station to make a statement.

At first, seeing her gentle, quiet, and very student-like appearance, the several young police officers receiving her thought she was a victim who had been frightened and needed comforting, their tone exceptionally gentle.

Until... that passerby who reported the case provided that video on his phone, which although had rough image quality, the actions and results were incomparably clear.

When the police uncles gathered around the small phone screen and saw the slender young girl in the footage neatly knocking down burly men one by one with almost artistic combat skills, the office fell into a brief, bizarre silence.

When the several police officers raised their heads again to look at Song Jiaru, who was sitting opposite, holding a cup of hot water with both hands and looking somewhat constrained and uneasy, their eyes completely changed!

Shock, disbelief, inquiry, and undisguised admiration!

During the process of making the statement, the old police officer responsible for recording the statement even had a tone carrying a bit of incredulity:

"Little girl, have you... is your family running a dojo?"

Following Xu Yunzhou's instructions, Song Jiaru vaguely stated that she was just an "amateur, who learned a little from self-defense videos," which further solidified the image of an "exceptionally gifted" folk master.

Ultimately, it was characterized as justifiable defense, and the procedures went very fast.

When leaving, a young female police officer even secretly gave her a thumbs up, her eyes full of worship.

...

The next morning, Song Jiaru, her whole body sore, was woken up by a burst of urgent QQ message notification sounds and phone ringtones.

Sleepy-eyed, she felt for her phone and clicked open the screen—

Her Sina Weibo follower count had actually skyrocketed by tens of thousands! The number of private messages and @ mentions had turned into an astonishing "99+"!

Dazed, she clicked open the hot search list and trending topics:

#JinliWhiteDressFairyVoiceOfNature# (The video of her busking last night, her pure image and moving singing voice began to ferment)

#RealLifeHeroineNunchucksTeachHooligansALesson# (That short video taken by the passerby, although the image quality was trash, the actions and results were shocking!)

#MostBeautifulGirlCanSingAndFight# (The combination of the two videos formed a strong contrast moe and topic effect!)

Clicking open the topics, the comment sections had completely exploded:

[From the busking video comment section:]

"Which school is this girl from? Her voice is too beautiful, right!"

"'Chengzhou'? 'The Ordinary Road'? Can't search them! Are they originals? Begging for the full versions!"

"Her temperament is so clean, love it, love it!"

[From the alley fight video comment section:]

"Holy shit! Real or fake? This girl can fight this well?"

"These leg techniques! This waist strength! Sister kill me!"

"That flying kick at the end was too handsome! Beautiful and dashing! Does this kind of skill really exist?"

"Playing nunchucks so smoothly! Those hooligans were beaten without any power to fight back!"

"That last sentence 'Can't withstand a single blow' was explosively handsome! Full Queen vibes!"

Even her Renren Network homepage, which she hadn't logged into for a long time, was squeezed full by alumni and strangers who came upon hearing the news, the message board full of exclamation marks and comments of "begging to get to know you" and "junior sister is awesome."

(TL: Renren Network was a popular Chinese social networking site, similar to Facebook, widely used by college students around 2012.)

Looking at the exploding information on her phone, Song Jiaru rubbed her eyes and pinched her arm before stuttering in disbelief to the empty air:

"B... Big Brother! Have we... have we seemingly... really become famous? Exploded in popularity overnight?"

What made her scream even more was that refreshing the page, she actually saw her idol—Taiwanese Heavenly King Jay Chou, forwarded that alley fight video with the caption:

"Aiyo, not bad oh~ Hurry up and use the nunchucks! Heng heng ha xi! //@..."

(TL: Jay Chou is a massive pop star. The quote references his famous song "Nunchucks" / Shuangjiegun and his catchphrase "Aiyo, not bad oh.")

Looking at the skyrocketing follower count, hotly discussed topics, and the superstar adding fuel to the flames on the screen, Xu Yunzhou smiled in satisfaction.

Everything was within the plan, even exceeding expectations.

A perfect opening.

Through the screen, he seemed to have already seen that starlight avenue leading to the peak, whispering in his heart:

Next, it's time to let this world properly experience what a true, epoch-making superstar personally nurtured by me is.