Shock After Shock (Continued)

"This female student, you need to provide evidence before you speak, otherwise it's slander and defamation! I was jumping into the air just now, how could I stop myself? You see, even the referee didn't say anything, which shows I'm truly innocent."

The boy gave a dismissive smile, slapped Murong Qing's hand away, and continued, "Besides, it all comes down to him being too weak. I thought he could withstand the final blow, but who would have thought he'd be so easily defeated? Sigh, if you don't have the strength, why try to act tough? The arena is a place where swords and spears have no eyes; it's not a place for children."

You bastard!

Murong Qing angry she almost struck on the spot, but Si Ming, who arrived just in time, stopped her. "Never mind this kind of scum, saving people is the priority."

He asked the medical staff at the venue who were checking his injuries, "How are your injuries?"

The medical staff said gravely, "The bleeding has stopped, and there's no immediate danger to his life, but he needs to be transferred to a hospital for treatment right away, otherwise this hand may very well be lost."

Si Ming's heart sank. He knew very well what hand dexterity meant for a drummer. He suppressed his anger and forced himself to calm down. "Understood, contact an ambulance first."

The person in charge of the Youth Martial Arts Tournament ran over, sweating profusely, and said, "I contacted them as soon as the accident happened. The ambulance will be here soon. Let's get the person to the door first to save time."

Si Ming nodded, helped lift Ying Zhou onto the stretcher, and before leaving, gave the arrogant young man a deep look, deliberately saying in a deep voice, "If you think we're the kind-hearted people here who repay evil with kindness, you're sorely mistaken. You may be an ignorant and wicked villain, but we're not exactly benevolent either. Here's a reminder: be careful when you walk at night in the future!"

Upon hearing this, the boy's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Si Ming with more fear. What evil people fear most is not those righteous people who talk about law and morality, but ruthless people who are more vicious, evil, and lawless than themselves.

But he quickly regained his composure and retorted defiantly, "If you've got the guts, then bring it on!"

Si Ming ignored him, carried the stretcher outside, and wondered whether he should contact Jiang Zhengtai.

The boy sneered and was about to leave when he heard a familiar voice.

"Lian Buqi, what happened to you? You've become a monster!"

The speaker was Nan Kemeng. She frowned, looked the boy up and down, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is he going through puberty?"

"My affairs are none of your business," Lian Buqi replied impatiently.

"Oh? You don't even call me 'senior sister' anymore. It seems to be even worse than your rebellious phase. Have you turned into a delinquent? You used to be so ruthless that you wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken."

Although they were not from the same sect, Lian Buqi was also a disciple of Daoist School. Their relationship was similar to that of the Five Mountains Sword Sects in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Proud Wanderer." They addressed each other as senior and junior brothers and sisters. However, in Nan Kemeng's memory, Lian Buqi was a sunny, herbivorous boy who liked to observe small animals and had a somewhat bookish air. He was completely different from his current violent appearance.

Lian Buqi chuckled twice and said, "That's because I was too naive in the past. I didn't realize that the essence of 'nature' should be the survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle. Now, after observing nature for many years, I've gradually come to understand this principle. Inaction and non-contention are contrary to the nature of living beings."

When the discussion turned to the difference in philosophies, Nan Kemeng also dropped her relaxed expression and said seriously, "You are interpreting ancient words with modern meaning. Our Daoist School concept of 'nature' does not refer to the natural world, but to the state of harmony between Unity of Heaven and Man. The so-called 'survival of the fittest' is merely the essence of animalistic behavior. Only beasts would abide by such a law. Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. In the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, how can there be a distinction between strong and weak?"

"That's right. It's precisely because Heaven and Earth regard all things as straw dogs that the law of natural selection exists. In the eyes of Heavenly Dao, what difference is there between humans and wild beasts? If you don't fight, then just wait to be eliminated!"

Just as Nan Kemeng was about to argue further, Lian Buqi suddenly swung his right arm, making a "bang" sound, as if gunpowder had been ignited, and a punch came flying through the air.

She quickly raised her hand to block, catching the fist with her palm. But at the moment of contact, she felt that the punch had an unimaginable penetrating force. Even with her hands stacked together, she could not neutralize it. She was forcefully pushed back to her chest, the force penetrating her and causing her to stagger backward in pain.

"What kind of martial art is this? It's completely unlike the style of your Formless Sect!"

After blocking just one attack, Nan Kemeng felt a muscle strain in her forearm. If it weren't for a lump of fat on her chest absorbing the force, she might have suffered internal injuries from the penetrating force.

"This is the power of natural selection."

Lian Buqi knew when to stop and didn't continue, because he noticed the referee next to him was looking over, showing signs of wanting to intervene.

Nan Kemeng said, "I will report this matter to your sect leader. I hope you haven't cultivated any evil arts."

"Whatever. If you can't agree with something, you label the other party as Outer Dao. Isn't that your usual tactic?"

Lian Buqi scoffed and turned to leave.

Si Ming sat outside the emergency room looking annoyed. He had called Jiang Zhengtai, but was told that Jiang was not good at orthopedics and his skills in this area were only average. Moreover, the Mohist Knight Guard base did not have professional treatment equipment, so it would be better to send him to the hospital for treatment.

Modern medicine differs from ancient medicine. Ancient doctors were jacks-of-all-trades, knowing a little about everything, but modern medicine is much more complex and has more detailed classifications. Specializing in one area can take a lifetime of effort, making it difficult to become a polymath.

Were you serious when you threatened him back then?

As if to dispel the quiet and oppressive atmosphere, Murong Qing asked.

Si Ming rubbed his face with both hands and said, "I am, after all, a member of the righteous faction of the Mohist Knight Guard. Naturally, I would not resort to such underhanded means. Why choose the Evil Dao when there is a righteous one? I just didn't like his fearless attitude, so I deliberately scared him."

Murong Qing stared intently at Si Ming, trying to confirm if he was lying, and said seriously, "I don't agree with his methods, so I don't want you to become that kind of person. I will be facing him in the next round of the competition. Regardless of your thoughts, please let me judge him fairly and squarely first."

Your reaction is exactly what this kind of person wants.

There's no need to follow the rules of the martial arts world when dealing with Outer Dao and heretics. Although this saying has become a satire of those who claim to be righteous, it's not wrong if understood literally.

At least in Si Ming's view, etiquette and rules are for those who share the same path. When facing enemies, one must be as ruthless as the cold winter, and even underhanded methods must be used when necessary.

Can a civilized person reason with Human Race about science, culture, tolerance, and equality?

Si Ming didn't consider himself the kind of saint who would be swayed by universal values and would still smile at wolves and tigers.

Even so, I want to stick to my principles. If I were to change my stance based on the opinions of others, that would be exactly what I wanted.

Murong Qing has never been a person who is easily swayed, otherwise her relationship with her father would not have been so strained.

Seeing her resolute determination, Si Ming didn't try to persuade her further, but simply said, "He dares to do something so hateful; he must have something to rely on. You must be careful."

"I will."

After waiting patiently for a long time, the emergency room doors finally opened, and several doctors, looking exhausted, walked out. Si Ming quickly went up to them and asked, "Doctor, how is the patient?"

The attending physician glanced at Si Ming with a hint of doubt, seemingly wondering why the guardian hadn't come and only his older brother had shown up. However, he still truthfully stated, "His hand has been saved, but it's unlikely to regain its previous dexterity, and he won't be able to lift heavy objects. Fortunately, only one hand was injured."

From the doctor's perspective, it's fortunate that the arm was saved and all four limbs are intact. Even if you can't lift heavy objects, you still have another hand, so at least your daily life won't be affected.

But Si Ming's heart sank. He knew what a pair of nimble arms meant to Ying Zhou —it was a ray of hope to escape the shadows of his childhood.