Transmigrated as Cannon Fodder — I Rise to Female Lead Through Hard Work Chapter 344: Sparring

"Ancheng, Sis-in-law, how about Yujie and I take you for a stroll outside? The plum blossoms in the back garden are in full bloom now." Hua Yiran stood up and invited.

"I’ll go too." Jiang Bong quickly chid in.

The final result was that everyone at the table went to the back garden.

"You guys should discuss your matters on your own, what are you doing admiring flowers with us ladies?" Deng Yiyi looked at Cheng Yimo by the plum tree and said with a slightly teasing tone.

Jiang Bong suddenly felt tempted, as he couldn’t stand being with a group of chattering won, like sparrows, unbearable. "Ancheng, why don’t we go to the front and find the eldest brother? The guests should be arriving soon anyway."

"Sis-in-law—" Not far away, Ni Yan’an ran over to Yi Roujing with a pink traditional Chinese outfit, her hair tied up in a high braid, looking very cheerful.

"Why are you just arriving? Slacking off?" Jiang Bong lightly tapped Ni Yan’an’s little head in a familiar manner.

"I’m busy." Ni Yan’an glared at Jiang Bong, then took Yi Roujing’s hand, her eyes looking at the Baozi in Xu Ancheng’s arms.

"Baozi, do you still rember ?" Ni Yan’an asked Baozi expectantly.

"An’an Auntie." Baozi blurted out, delighting Ni Yan’an, who imdiately grabbed Baozi from Xu Ancheng’s arms, "Sis-in-law, let show you around. Ancheng, you can head to the front. My brother is entertaining guests and asked to bring you over so everyone can et."

"Alright." Xu Ancheng glanced at Yi Roujing, whose eyes imdiately understood the aning: Don’t worry, no harm will co.

Both Xu Ancheng and Yi Roujing knew that at a Ni family banquet, no one would dare ss with them. It would be a slap in the face to the Ni family, an act of opposition, only a fool would do that. At most, they would engage in a bit of verbal sparring, but Yi Roujing never lost in that aspect.

"Didn’t expect Mr. Xu and you to be so deeply in love." After Xu Ancheng’s figure disappeared, Deng Yiyi stood in front of Yi Roujing with a smile, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you sure you want to discuss this in front of my son? Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that?" Yi Roujing glanced at Deng Yiyi and turned away, ignoring her.

"Yiyi, tone it down." Cheng Yijin tugged at Deng Yiyi, not looking pleased, since Cheng Yimo had just left.

Deng Yiyi curled her lips in a sarcastic smile, saying nothing more.

Hua Yiran and Shu Yujie followed Ni Yanqing to cuddle Baozi, asking all sorts of questions, occasionally patting his little head, pinching his soft cheeks, and giving his cute little hands a kiss.

"You should marry soon." Ni Yanqing earnestly suggested, sneaking in a recomndation, "How about becoming my sister-in-law? My brother isn’t too bad."

Shu Yujie laughed, "What kind of wife can’t your brother find, needing your recomndation?"

Yi Roujing followed them, not engaging with Cheng Yijin’s group, enjoying her leisure.

"Yan An, doesn’t your family have a martial arts training ground? Why not show us?" Deng Yiyi suggested with a smile, noticing they were almost done admiring the plums in the back garden.

"We also co from military compounds; a training ground is worth seeing." Cheng Yijin agreed.

Hua Yiran, a martial arts enthusiast, looked at Ni Yan’an with eager eyes upon hearing the suggestion.

"Let’s go then." The group moved towards the training ground in twos and threes.

Yi Roujing was also curious. Upon arrival, she saw three connected rooms with wooden floors, detachable doors that were completely removed, creating a 5-to-6-ter-long opening, letting in ample light, and the room was equipped with sandbags, wooden posts, wooden swords, and other training tools.

Hua Yiran, a regular visitor, removed her shoes and entered, picking up a wooden sword and starting to wield it with ease, appearing very dashing.

Yi Roujing squatted to help Baozi take off his shoes. She hadn’t even entered when Baozi happily ran in, touching this, looking at that, and turning back to ask Yi Roujing, "Mom, is this a sword? What is this..."

Yi Roujing was quite knowledgeable in this area, but before she could explain, Ni Yanqing was already pulling people along, explaining one by one.

"Since we’re here, why not have a friendly match." Deng Yiyi picked up a wooden sword, flexibly twirling her wrist to swing it, and looked at Hua Yiran and Yi Roujing, suggesting.

"Yiran is already skilled, I’ve heard Yijin ntion it. And I’ve seen Roujing’s military boxing with my own eyes; it’s not just for show." Deng Yiyi seed eager, Hua Yiran imdiately nodded, her eyes turning to Yi Roujing, keen to have a match with her.

"I suggested it, so I’ll go first. Roujing, let’s test it out, just a few moves." Deng Yiyi put down the wooden sword and invited Yi Roujing.

Yi Roujing knew she couldn’t refuse, but she had no intention of refusing anyway. Seeing such a venue, she was internally excited, "Alright."

Seeing Yi Roujing’s half-crouched stance, Deng Yiyi realized it was not just for show, and when she saw Yi Roujing’s eye change in an instant, Deng Yiyi knew she had underestimated her.

At such a ti, one must strike first. Deng Yiyi quickly accelerated with her right foot towards Yi Roujing, only attacking with her right hand when close, but Yi Roujing saw through it, leaning back to evade, directly kicking away Deng Yiyi’s attacking right hand, sending her back a few steps. Yi Roujing then recovered using only her waist strength, imdiately launching an attack.

Displeased with Deng Yiyi, Yi Roujing used the spar initiated by Deng Yiyi herself to regain stature, attacking relentlessly without holding back, targeting the legs, spinning kicks, and neck-locking... Ensuring no injury, it took just seven moves to knock Deng Yiyi to the ground, pressing her right leg on Deng Yiyi’s shoulder, preventing her from getting up.

"Just a few moves, I think that’s enough. What do you think?" Yi Roujing asked Deng Yiyi with a smirk, watching as Deng Yiyi visibly darkened in the face.

"Impressive skills." Deng Yiyi replied through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I’ve always done well in this area." Yi Roujing accepted the complint fully, not forgetting to boast about herself.

Cheng Yijin watched, dumbfounded; she hadn’t expected Yi Roujing to be so skilled that Deng Yiyi couldn’t win a single move. Cheng Yijin’s dumbfounded expression was noticed by Deng Yiyi; what misinformation had she provided, claiming Ni Yanqing had previously attacked Yi Roujing, yet they hadn’t even fought, stopping before contact, seeing the frailness and deciding not to proceed.

Ha, no wonder Ni Yanqing and Jiang Bong didn’t regard her highly.

"Roujing, you’re amazing." Hua Yiran watched with admiration, her body stirring with excitent, unable to resist trying herself, "Could I spar with you next?"

"Yes, I’d like that too." Watching Hua Yiran, Yi Roujing saw a kindred spirit, and when they sparred, it was even more intense, neither giving way.

But Hua Yiran, in the midst of it, knew today Yi Roujing was just sparring; if it were a real enemy, she might not keep up, truly unbelievable.