When the Abused Girl Was a Muay Thai Champion

I transmigrated into the body of a little girl who was beaten to death by domestic violence.

The moment I opened my eyes, a fist came flying at me.

I smiled.

I am a female Muay Thai champion, a terminator of domestic violence, specialized in dealing with all kinds of troublemakers!

I transmigrated just as I had won my sixth world championship.

With this, I had achieved the Grand Slam in Muay Thai.

I couldn't help but shed tears of joy.

Right at that moment, a piercing pain shot through my right legin the final round of the match, my opponent's fierce roundhouse kick had struck my shin.

I smiled bitterly. The bone was probably fractured.

Injuries were nothing new to me.

I endured the pain and still faced the reporters' cameras with a smile.

" Lily Smith, please tell us how you're feeling right now," a reporter asked.

I steadied myself and said, "I want to thank my coach for all his hard work in training me."

"What about your family? Don't you want to say anything to them?" the reporter pressed.

Family...?

I froze for a moment. My mind went blank. I suddenly realized I had no memory of my family at all.

Then a flash of white light appeared, like a camera flash going off.

I instinctively closed my eyes for a split second.

When I opened them again, I found myself in a dark, dilapidated little room.

The flowers, applause, and surrounding reporters had all vanished.

Only the pain in my right leg remained, reminding me this was no dream.

I looked down.

These were the legs of a little girl.

Slender and frail.

The right leg was twisted at an odd angle. The slightest movement brought another wave of pain.

The shin was broken, but someone had given it a crude bandage.

Whoever had treated the injured leg was clearly an amateur. They hadn't even set the bone properly.

I unwrapped the bandage, reset the bone, and rewrapped it.

Since I was often injured, I naturally had some knowledge of treating external wounds.

"Lily, are you awake?"

Just then, a woman's voice quietly called into the room from outside the window.

I had just finished setting my injured leg and didn't want to move, so I answered weakly, "Just woke up."

The woman hurriedly said, "You must be hungry. I brought you some food. Eat quickly."

The door opened, and a thin, frail woman entered carrying some cornbread and wild fruit.

It seemed this woman was the little girl's mother.

She extended the food toward me and said, "Lily, does your leg still hurt? Eat quickly. You need to eat well to recover from your injury."

Suddenly, a shrill voice rang out from outside: "Lily's mom! I told you to feed the chickens, where did you go? Always slacking off! Even the chickens are more useful than you! At least they lay eggsyou don't!"

Lily's mother quickly responded, "Mom, I already fed the chickens. I came to bring Lily her meal."

The shrill voice grew closer: "My son must have had terrible luck to marry you! A money-loser gave birth to another money-loser, eating the Smith family's food for nothing all these years!"

This sounded like the little girl's grandmother.

The grandmother's words were full of disgust toward the mother and daughter.

Their lives must be difficult.

Lily's mother looked at my injured leg. After much hesitation, she finally gathered the courage to say, "Mom, Lily's leg was broken. We need to get the village doctor to look at it."

Mrs. Smith outside the window nearly shrieked when she heard this: "A doctor costs money! If you ask me, if she dies, she dies! One less mouth to feed!"

I frowned. This little girl must have been beaten, which is why her leg was broken.

Why was the little girl beaten, and who beat her? The most important thing now was to figure out what exactly happened.

I heard Mrs. Smith continue: "Stop talking nonsense and come help me right now. The matchmaker is coming today!"

Lily's mother quickly set down the food and went out.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard arguing outside the door.

"Lily's father, you can't keep beating her! You'll kill the child." This was Lily's mother's voice.

An angry man's voice: "Don't try to stop me. She was lucky I didn't kill her yesterday."

"She wants to go to town so badly? Today I'll break her other leg too! If she's so capable, let her crawl there!"

The two people arguing outside were clearly the little girl's parents.

I hadn't expected that the person who broke the little girl's leg was actually her father.

Anger rose in my heart.

This father, taking advantage of being an adult man, actually beat an underage little girl this way.

The door burst open with a bang.

A man appeared in the doorway.

He was of medium build, holding a wooden stick, his face full of violence.

Behind the man stood Lily's mother.

Her thin wrists tightly gripped one end of the stick in the man's hand, trying to stop him.

The man slapped her face. A crisp smack rang out, and Lily's mother stumbled, nearly falling.

Even so, her hands still desperately gripped the stick, refusing to let go.

Because Lily's mother was holding the stick, the man couldn't move freely.

Seeing that one slap hadn't made Lily's mother let go, he grew impatient and kicked her in the stomach.

Alarmed, I quickly grabbed the cornbread bun beside me and threw it at his head and face.

The bun was quite hard. It hit the man's face with a dull thud and broke apart, falling to the ground.

Cornmeal crumbs got in his eyes.

He reached up to rub his eyes, and Lily's mother snatched the stick away.

"You damn girl, how dare you throw things at me! I see you still haven't given up on going to town to study!"

The man no longer paid attention to Lily's mother. He roared and charged at me.

Lily's mother quickly abandoned the stick and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, pulling him back while crying out: "Lily, quickly apologize to your father! Say you won't go to school anymore!"

I suddenly understood. This little girl, Lilyshe wanted to go to town to study, but her father wouldn't let her, so she was beaten.

Before I could speak, an old woman picked up the stick from the ground and quickly threw it into the yard.

This old woman had entered the room behind the arguing parents. Because she was short, I hadn't noticed her at first.

After throwing the stick, she even kicked it. The stick rolled far away.

With her sharp, slanted eyes, she said to the man in a shrill voice: " John, the matchmaker just came by. A girl with a crippled leg won't fetch a high wedding gift!"

The man froze when he heard this and stopped.

He asked the old woman, "Mom, Matchmaker Mrs. Brown came by?"

So this harsh-looking old woman was the little girl's grandmother.

Mrs. Smith nodded and said, "A wedding gift for a girl with one crippled leg has to be cut in half. If you break both her legs, she'll be paralyzed, and the wedding gift will drop even more."

John Smith said angrily, "Why cut it in half? Is that Mrs. Brown trying to cheat us? Her leg is crippled, but she can still walk and work!"

As he said this, John Smith withdrew his hand.

Seeing he wasn't going to hit me anymore, Lily's mother slowly let go.

I suddenly understood this little girl's situation.

So I coldly interjected: "My leg isn't permanently crippled. It can heal. Three monthsjust three months and my leg will be good as new. Then you can ask Mrs. Brown for the highest wedding gift!"

Mrs. Smith's eyes lit up: "Lily's leg can heal? If it heals completely, we'll have a perfectly intact virgin girl! Mrs. Brown won't be able to lowball us then!"

John Smith sneered.

He understood he couldn't beat me. If my leg didn't heal properly, it would affect the wedding gift he could collect.

But he seemed unwilling to just let this go.

He turned and saw Lily's mother standing to the side. He directly slapped her again, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her out of the room.

I saw this and struggled to get up to stop him, but Mrs. Smith pressed me down, saying, "Lily, lie still and don't move. Take good care of your leg!"

She pursed her lips and said, "That's between your father and mother. Stay out of it."

I moved my right leg slightly. Based on my experience, this leg injury could indeed heal in three months.

After three months when my leg healed, I needed to get out of here quickly.

While secretly making this resolution, I also worried about Lily's mother and pricked up my ears to carefully listen to what was happening outside.

I heard John Smith drag Lily's mother all the way to the next room.

The door slammed shut with a bang.

Sounds of punching and kicking came from next door, occasionally mixed with Lily's mother's cries and screams.

Then came the sound of clothes tearing and a belt whipping.

When John Smith's heavy breathing gradually intensified and Lily's mother's screams turned into soft whimpers, Mrs. Smith clicked her tongue twice, spat, and left with a red face.

I gradually clenched my fists. John Smith not only committed domestic violence, he was also a sexual abuser!

Over the following days, John Smith would beat Lily's mother every few days.

And no matter how brutally Lily's mother had been tortured the night before, she would unfailingly come bring me food the next day.

I begged her to get me some protein to help with my recovery, and she brought me some roasted bird eggs.

I asked, "Doesn't the family raise chickens? Why do we need to get wild bird eggs?"

Lily's mother sighed: "Your grandmother counts every chicken egg. She saves them to sell at the market."

This Mrs. Smith was really cruel and stingy.

Lily's mother watched me happily eating the roasted bird eggs and said, "Thank goodness for Tommy, bringing you bird eggs. Next month Tommy is going to town, so you won't have these good things to eat anymore."

After saying this, she seemed to have misspoken and looked regretful.

"Tommy?" I asked.

Lily's mother quickly comforted me: "I know you also want to go to town with Tommy to study middle school. But which girl in our village doesn't stop studying after elementary school? Look at Emilyshe also stayed home to work after elementary school graduation."

By this calculation, Lily had only graduated from elementary school, probably around 13 or 14 years old.

At this age, her father and grandmother were already planning to marry her off. What bastards!

This day, Lily's mother didn't come to bring food. Instead, a little boy and a little girl came.

The little boy looked sturdy and energetic, wearing a hoodie and sneakers, covered in dirt from head to toe.

He held a bundle of bird eggs and said proudly, "Lily, I raided three bird nests! Look, there are over a dozen eggs here!"

The little girl wore a floral print jacket with patches on the knees and shoes. Though not dressed as well as the little boy, she was neat and tidy.

She blinked her eyes and said, "Lily, your mother said she went to cut pig feed, so she asked us to bring you food."

As she spoke, she took out two cornbread and handed them to me.

"Tommy? Emily?" I called out tentatively.

Emily nodded.

Tommy said, "What's wrong? Did your dad beat your head stupid?"

He stood up to examine my head.

"You've always been better at studying than me. It would be such a waste if your dad beat you into an idiot!"

As he spoke, he ruffled through my hair.

"Bah! Bah!" Emily pushed him away and scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense! How could Lily become an idiot!"

Tommy asked me, "Lily, are you really not going to town to study middle school?"

"I heard the teacher say that middle school, just like elementary school, is required by law. Not letting you attend is illegal," he said confidently.

Emily sighed: "But all the girls in our village only go to elementary school."

Tommy fell silent. After a while, he asked me again: "Lily, don't you want to ask your dad again? You're good at stud Emily. It would be a shame not to go to school."

I shook my head.

I didn't need to ask to know that no matter how good my grades were, John Smith would never agree.

I ate five or six of the bird eggs Tommy brought and hid the rest to give to Lily's mother.

In a daze, I heard a woman crying out.

It was Lily's mother!

I quickly listened carefully to identify the sounds.

Mixed in with Lily's mother's cries and pleas for mercy were a man's curses and beatings. It was John Smith.

Occasionally there were also a few sounds from Mrs. Smith.

Her voice was thin and shrill, actually the clearest to hear: "You should teach this lazy daughter-in-law a good lesson! At my age, I still have to go up the mountain to cut pig feed! These old bones of mine nearly fell apart!"

Hadn't Lily's mother gone to cut pig feed today?

It was because she went to cut pig feed that she asked Emily and Tommy to bring me food.

This old hag was distorting the truth and sowing discord!

John Smith seemed even angrier. While cursing, he continued beating Lily's mother: "You dare lie? It was clearly Mom who cut the pig feed!"

"You shameless woman needs to be stripped naked, hung up, and whipped hard with a belt!"

Rage surged within me, and I was about to rush out to save Lily's mother.

As soon as I moved, I nearly fell from the bed to the floor.

The leg injury had been healing for almost two months. Although the injury was recovering well, the leg muscles were weak and I still couldn't move flexibly.

This body was far inferior to my previous one.

I sighed and secretly resolved that starting tomorrow, I must exercise my muscles properly. Otherwise, even if the leg healed, without muscles and strength, it would be useless.

Lily's mother's voice gradually grew quieter. She must have passed out.

Finally John Smith stopped. But his conversation with his mother made my heart rise to my throat again.

I heard him say to Mrs. Smith: "Mom, if you don't like this woman, we can just send her back to her parents' home. Why do we have to beat her to death?"

Mrs. Smith said, "You foolish child, if we send her back to her parents' home, what if her brothers come demanding the dowry back! She brought a cow as dowry when she married in!"

So Mrs. Smith and her son were planning to beat Lily's mother to death.

I looked down at my right leg, my face turning cold.