City's Best Divine Doctor-Chapter 1519 - 1518: Combat

Ye Qiu sat there, didn’t even need to watch the first half, the result of the soccer match was already clear.

As Ye Qiu got up to leave, Song Ying followed him out and asked, "Why aren’t you watching anymore?"

"What’s so interesting about childish play?"

To Ye Qiu, these two teams were just playing children’s games, and in fact, Jin University’s players needed him to cheat to support them; otherwise, they would definitely lose.

So, knowing the result in advance, he was indeed uninterested.

When Ye Qiu was planning to go to the library to read some books, his phone rang; it was a call from Cai Yong.

"Brother Qiu, I’ve run into some trouble," Cai Yong said from the other side.

"What trouble?" Ye Qiu hadn’t paid attention to the Jiangbei Gang matters at all, feeling as if they had nothing to do with him.

Except for a few days ago, when Ye Qiu had Cai Yong’s two clever juniors go to Ling Zhengwei’s urban village to play tricks and scare the neighbors, he normally didn’t have much contact with Cai Yong and the others.

"It’s trouble related to fighting."

Fighting?

Abroad, fighting has always been very popular and is legal because of the bloodiness and the thrill of the fight, much like ancient martial contests.

However, this fighting competition seems even more intense.

In Europe and America, there’s a more extreme fighting competition where both combatants sign death waivers and are enclosed in a cage until one fighter falls down and can’t get up, only then can they be let out.

But, the death rate in this kind of fighting is extremely high.

Even a champion like Tai Sen might not be able to survive.

In recent years, under the support of domestic major TV stations, some suitable fighting and boxing competitions have emerged, but these are similar to performances and can’t compare to those abroad.

The fighting competition Cai Yong mentioned was actually underground black boxing.

Black boxing matches are happening worldwide now, and they are popular domestically too, compared to those boxing matches broadcasted by TV stations, these are indeed more thrilling.

Basically, just like signing death waivers, the death rate is very high, and on the other hand, gangs can gamble and earn money through these fights.

After Cai Yong took over the Beicheng Gang, he began to come into contact with black boxing, and held black boxing matches, which have become a major source of income compared to others.

However, in the past few days, they’ve encountered some trouble. The opponent hired a boxer from Korea who, although not famous worldwide, is beyond Cai Yong’s boxers in terms of ability, and at this rate, Cai Yong is bound to lose a lot of money.

"Fighting?" Ye Qiu said upon hearing Cai Yong mention it.

"Yes, fighting. The opponent invited a good fighter from Korea, and none of our fighters are a match for him. We’ve lost a lot of money in recent days."

"How formidable is he?"

"Now, none of my tens of fighters below are a match for him," Cai Yong said.

Some joined voluntarily to earn money, after all, participating in a match can easily earn them hundreds of thousands.

The rest were talents Cai Yong recruited himself.

"When is the match?"

"It’s held at night, mostly Friday to Sunday night, when there’s the largest audience and highest income, including gambling money," Cai Yong said.

"Then call me tonight, I’ll go over and take a look."

Ye Qiu had seen these fighting competitions on TV, but he had never seen them in reality.

Upon hearing of such things, he certainly wanted to check it out.

After hanging up the phone, Song Ying beside him asked, "Ye Qiu, whose call was that?"

"It’s from one of my juniors."

Junior?

Song Ying didn’t believe him and thought it might be some rich lady.

As Ye Qiu headed to the library, Song Ying followed him.

Upon entering the library, they inquired at the front desk and learned where the fighting books were located, and Ye Qiu went upstairs to the fifth floor.

Among the books on the fifth floor, since fighting belongs to sports, there are hundreds or thousands of books on this topic.

Looking at the earliest history of fighting, in Europe, there were those lethal fights between slaves at the Roman Colosseum.

In ancient Huaxia, there were many fights between martial arts masters raised by noblemen. As for modern fighting, they are all related to Europe and America, especially developed in the United States, with very high viewership, Huaxia is just beginning to slowly accept these cultural fighting competitions in recent years.

But nowadays, even Muay Thai is likely more effective in fighting competitions than Huaxia martial arts.

"Why are you reading these?" Song Ying asked curiously nearby.

"What do you think?" Ye Qiu wasn’t originally from this world; he merely occupied the body of the original Ye Qiu.

If it weren’t for absorbing and merging others’ Soul Consciousness, he really wouldn’t know what this world was like.

"I wouldn’t know."

Song Ying was certainly bewildered as to why Ye Qiu would read these things.

Ye Qiu smiled but didn’t say anything, found several books, and sat down to read, discovering it felt quite good.

In today’s world, aside from Huaxia martial arts, there’s Korea’s Taekwondo, Fusang’s Karate, Judo, Muay Thai from Thailand, Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, and Europe and America’s Gladiator Fighting, among others.

Of course, nowadays, Huaxia and other countries’ military boxing, Sanda, etc., are newly compiled based on previous martial arts characteristics, like the military boxing taught during that training session, which Ye Qiu found rather ordinary, but he knew Coach Wu Shuang only taught the ordinary performing military boxing, the real deal is a technique to kill, subdue in a move, even lethal.

Having read many books on these contents, Ye Qiu roughly understood the situation with fighting and thought about going to find that foreign student Akino at lunchtime.

Ye Qiu saw Lin Wanqing coming over; she was wearing a floral dress, looking beautiful and graceful as always.

But Ye Qiu, this rascal, rarely, if ever, sought her out. Upon hearing Ye Qiu was reading at the library, Lin Wanqing came up to the fifth floor by herself.

Unexpectedly, she saw Ye Qiu and Song Ying sitting there reading books.

"Ye Qiu, what are you reading?" Lin Wanqing came over and asked.

"See for yourself."

Lin Wanqing saw they were fighting books, and she wasn’t interested.

Sitting down beside Ye Qiu, she said, "You haven’t come to help me with my piano studies at all."

"You’re familiar with a hundred music scores?"

Lin Wanqing shook her head.

Now, she was familiar with just over thirty, and the rest were increasingly hard to grasp; after all, a piano piece with so many scores is much more complicated than memorizing a song’s lyrics.

"Then look for me once you’re familiar."

Lin Wanqing could only look at Ye Qiu somewhat unhappily, not knowing when she’d be familiar with all those music scores.

Just about lunchtime, Ye Qiu left the library and headed towards the Karate club.