Martial Arts Prodigy

Chapter 31: Martial Arts Prodigy

While everyone else was focused on Ran, Lin Xinyi was focused on Ishikawa.

More precisely, Lin Xinyi was focused on the injury to Ishikawa's chest, and the dented wall behind him.

"Th-this kind of injury…"

"I'd believe it if you told me a car hit him!"

"How is this possible? Is this truly power a human can possess?"

In this moment, Lin Xinyi's worldview was shaken like never before.

After all, he knew the human body's structure all too well.

And power, at its core, was the tension or contractile force exhibited during muscle contraction.

For humans, the more muscle mass, the heavier the weight, and the larger the muscle cross-sectional area, the stronger the power.

In his previous life, although Lin Xinyi was skilled in martial arts and excellent at combat, when it came to pure strength, he could only claim to be among the best in his weight class.

This time, he had transmigrated into the body of a "Security Director" who was similar in build to himself but possessed even greater strength. Lin Xinyi was subtly surprised:

Turns out I hadn't reached my peak in my last life. The human body can still be honed to be even stronger.

But he never expected that he had been shocked too early.

Just look at Miss Mouri Ran…

She was fair-skinned and slender, delicate as a young sapling. By all appearances, she looked like a straw-weight combat enthusiast.

Yet, this straw-weight fighter had unleashed power that even sumo wrestlers couldn't achieve.

Humans can actually cause injuries comparable to traffic accidents with their bare hands? Were the books I read before all fake?

Lin Xinyi's expression was focused, but his mind was in a frenzy of complaints.

"Uh, Mr. Lin Xinyi?"

Lin Xinyi's long contemplation caught Kudo Shinichi's attention.

Because in the past, whenever Lin Xinyi showed such an expression, he would always uncover clues that Kudo Shinichi had overlooked.

So, Kudo Shinichi immediately asked impatiently, "Is there another problem?"

"Hm?" Hearing this, Mouri Ran also looked over curiously.

"Yes."

Lin Xinyi was still reeling from the shock, and an impolite question blurted out:

"Kudo, is your girlfriend really human?"

"…"

A brief silence.

Then, Kudo Shinichi and Mouri Ran both flushed.

They said in unison:

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"I'm not his girlfriend!"

"…"

Another silence, then:

"Hmph!"

The two exchanged a glance, then, with unspoken understanding, simultaneously turned their heads away.

"…"

Lin Xinyi was speechless.

They're always so lovey-dovey and inseparable, and yet they're not boyfriend and girlfriend?

What's with all the modesty? Even I, who just met you half a day ago, can tell you're showing off your affection, alright?

Wait, no…

I think I got sidetracked.

Is that the main point?!

Explain this unscientific monstrous strength to me!

Lin Xinyi's mind was filled with question marks and exclamation points.

His eyes, full of curiosity, stared intently at Miss Mouri Ran's calves:

"Smooth skin, fluid curves, no protruding gastrocnemius or soleus muscles."

"These look like a movie star's legs…"

"How can she kick with that much force? It's completely unscientific!"

Lin Xinyi was deep in thought, staring at those slender legs that had completely shattered his understanding of reality.

The atmosphere grew a little strange as he pondered.

Mouri Ran's cheeks were flushed from being stared at, and she looked slightly uncomfortable, as if she wanted to speak but couldn't.

Kudo Shinichi, on the other hand, looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his eyes instantly filling with strong vigilance toward Lin Xinyi.

And even Miyano Shiho, who usually "didn't bother with worldly affairs," actually leaned her face closer.

In a calm tone, with a hint of mischievous temptation, she whispered into Lin Xinyi's ear as he was engrossed in observation:

"Don't you want to touch Ms. Mouri's legs?"

"Of course."

Lin Xinyi instinctively replied:

"The most direct way to feel muscle density is still through palpation."

"However, it would be even better if I could dissect them. If I could directly observe the muscle fiber structure, then extract muscle fibers and study them under a microscope, perhaps I could discover something."

Mouri Ran: "..."

Kudo Shinichi: "..."

Miyano Shiho: "..."

She now felt that Lin Xinyi was more like an evil scientist than she was.

"Ahem..."

Lin Xinyi realized his impropriety.

He managed to recompose himself from the collapse of his worldview, then tentatively asked:

"Ms. Mouri Ran, were you born with this much strength?"

"No, I wasn't," Mouri Ran finally understood what Lin Xinyi had been looking at. "This is all the result of my training."

"Karate can achieve this level?"

Lin Xinyi expressed disbelief:

In his previous life, he had dabbled in various martial arts, and Karate was no exception.

There was no martial art in the world that could train a person into a superhuman; if anyone claimed it could, they were definitely a liar.

These liars even included Lin Xinyi's ancestors.

Because the family secret manuals left by his ancestors exaggerated their martial arts to no end, claiming that at advanced levels, one could move like a swallow, walk on walls, shrink bones, change faces, and even fight lions and tigers, lift mountains and tripods...

In short, as long as one mastered this martial art, fighting Captain America to a draw should be no problem.

But Lin Xinyi had been practicing this martial art since he was a child:

Aside from being good at fighting, none of the above effects materialized.

Later, after studying forensic science and understanding human anatomy, he believed even less in such unscientific things.

But now, Lin Xinyi had truly encountered an unscientific female superhuman.

"Of course, Karate can achieve this level."

Mouri Ran thought Lin Xinyi was questioning Karate's practical combat ability, and immediately spoke with some seriousness:

"As long as you practice consistently for many years, your strength will definitely significantly exceed that of ordinary people."

"And while there aren't a huge number of Karate practitioners at my level, there are definitely more than just one or two."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Lin Xinyi."

As if suddenly remembering something, Ran smiled warmly again:

"I saw you in action just now..."

"You must have a lot of knowledge about fighting, right?"

"Tomorrow is the day I'm participating in the Tokyo Metropolitan Karate Tournament. All the young masters from Tokyo will be there."

"If Mr. Lin is interested, you can come and watch with us."

Saying this, Ran added somewhat modestly:

"With my current ability, I'm not sure what kind of ranking I'll achieve at the Tokyo Metropolitan Karate Tournament."

"Oh, is that so?"

Lin Xinyi fell silent:

So superhumans like you can actually appear in groups!

And this was just a "Karate" competition within "Tokyo"...

If you added up all the masters from so many fighting styles worldwide, a quick calculation would mean that this Earth would be full of little superhumans who could kick through walls.

Lin Xinyi was considered a top-tier martial artist in his previous life, but now, a high school girl practicing Karate could display strength far exceeding his own.

Something was clearly off about this world.

At that moment, Lin Xinyi finally grasped the reality of the situation:

He had initially thought he'd merely traveled back in time to Japan, but now it seemed this wasn't the same world he'd come from at all.

His original Earth was scientific; Sir Isaac Newton wouldn't be rolling in his grave every other day.

But this Earth, clearly, was a Low-Martial World with supernatural powers.

He'd gone from the "Urban Life" channel straight to "Urban Supernatural."

An alternate world where "superhumans" exist?

Lin Xinyi suddenly found himself intensely interested in this world that had so abruptly changed its tune.

Like any boy, he had, in fact, once fantasized about the high-flying life of a martial arts hero.

And, while it might sound like bragging, he truly was a Martial Arts Prodigy, a talent seen only once in a century.

Lin Xinyi was born into a family of martial artists.

Under the influence of his family environment, he began body tempering at five, learned boxing at six, and had mastered his family's martial arts by seven.

At eight, he performed martial arts for his elders during Chinese New Year, and his clan elders praised him:

"If he had been born three or four hundred years earlier, he could have been a founding grandmaster of a school."

That elder, worried such a Martial Arts Prodigy would be led astray by the frivolous outside world, encouraged him to cultivate martial arts diligently and practice self-restraint. As an excuse, he gave him 100 fewer yuan in New Year's money.

His original New Year's money had only been 100 yuan in total.

At nine, Lin Xinyi joined a Karate interest class.

After one month of study, the coach returned three times the tuition fee, crying as he sent Lin Xinyi away:

"Don't come back. Even if you're trying to shut down the place, you don't do it like this."

Upon learning of this, Lin Xinyi's father repeatedly took him to various combat training classes, never tiring of it.

Back then, the mention of the Lin father and son's names would make every dojo coach in the city blanch.

At ten, Lin Xinyi faced two Tibetan Mastiffs that had broken free from their leashes, sparring with them.

In the end, at the cost of 400 yuan for rabies vaccinations and seven stitches in his leg, he beat those two mastiffs into submission.

At eleven, Lin Xinyi immersed himself in practicing various combat techniques, further advancing his martial arts.

His mother, seeing his complete dedication, couldn't help but sigh:

"You're still spending your time on this?"

"You'll be taking the junior high entrance exam in two years. Do you even know what your grades are right now?"

At twelve, he studied diligently.

At thirteen, he studied diligently but unexpectedly got into a conflict with some delinquents outside of school.

Lin Xinyi took on ten, injuring six, scaring away three, and making one wet himself.

That same year, the local public security bureau successfully solved a notorious case of gang fighting, and in accordance with the criminal law, issued a severe criticism and education to the thirteen-year-old Lin, who was involved.

Lin Xinyi's martial arts career ended just like that.

And he truly understood that being a vigilante in the real world was simply not feasible.

A true hero, one who helps others, must learn genuinely righteous skills.

So, Lin Xinyi chose to become a police officer.

But his mother feared that if he, a combat master, became a police officer, he would be assigned dangerous tasks, so she strongly objected.

Ultimately, after some compromise, Lin Xinyi chose to become a Forensic Officer.

Forensic Officers are also criminal police, but they do technical work, which is very safe.

However, while balancing his heavy studies and work, Lin Xinyi did not abandon his martial arts.

His training continued, and his skills never weakened.

In fact, because he had studied forensic knowledge and memorized the Human Injury Identification Standards, He had reached a terrifying level where he could beat someone to agonizing pain, yet his colleagues could only identify minor injuries.

He was still a master, but the youthful obsession with martial arts was gone.

And now, Lin Xinyi had rediscovered that passion for martial arts.

Since a high school girl can become so strong through Karate,

Then if I diligently train in this world, I can definitely break through human limits too.

Lin Xinyi couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

At the same time, he had a bold idea:

And if this world isn't scientific at all,

Then will those unscientific ancestral secret techniques of my family also become useful?