I Will Eventually Become A God

Source City, in a certain dojo.

Okar Suzuka sat on her knees on the ground, with a coffee table in front of her. There were two cups of green tea on the coffee table.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged.

He was a very strange middle-aged man, with an ordinary appearance, neither good nor bad, an ordinary figure, neither short nor tall, and ordinary clothes, neither fashionable nor vulgar.

Such a person would not attract more attention than a stone thrown on the street, but he exudes a creepy and strange feeling all over his body.

Distorted, uncoordinated... It's like an African elephant appeared in the Arctic glacier. In the middle of the Manchu banquet was a star-gazing party, which had a strange "different style of painting".

This obvious and extremely uncoordinated feeling will make those who see him irritated, as if a thorn has been pierced in the flesh, and they want to pull him out on the spot, giving birth to an instinctive disgust for him.

But Okar Suzuka seemed to turn a blind eye to this. His handsome androgynous face did not show the slightest disgust. Instead, he smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and said softly:

"Mr. Fox, try it. This is the Jade Dew Tea from my hometown."

The middle-aged man known as Mr. Fox did not touch the cup of tea in front of him. Instead, he shook his head and looked around, and said curiously:

"Your family is not one of the six largest chaebols in the Far East. Why is the place where you live so shabby?"

His voice was very strange, with a faint accent, and it felt like two people were talking at the same time, overlapping each other, thick and thin at the same time.

Mika Suzuka smiled slightly and said: "The so-called Zaibatsu are not born as Zaibatsu. In the Edo period, my ancestors were no more than 'Ogazo' (professionals who chat with their employers) in a small noble family. They didn't even have a surname. It was not until the Meiji Restoration that all citizens could have a surname, so I had the surname Oga."

"One of the mottos of my family is not to forget the origin of the surname Yujia, to remember one's own humbleness, and not to be arrogant."

"When you are in a foreign country, you are lucky enough to have a place to live. How can you ask for too much?"

Mr. Fox glanced at him inexplicably, with a smile on his face: "You speak Chinese well, but you are too formal, not colloquial enough, and a bit rigid."

Okar Suzuka said modestly: "I'm still studying hard."

Mr. Fox touched his chin and stared at Okar Suzuka with a strange expression:

"I have seen many Jidong people in the organization, but this is the first one as 'normal' as you."

Okar Suzuka took a sip from the tea cup and raised her eyebrows: "Should I be happy?"

Mr. Fox shook his head: "I say whatever I want, and you just listen. How can there be any real normal people in our organization? Even those who look normal on the surface are just anthropomorphizing."

Okar Suzuka smiled and said, "Mr. Fox said that, which makes me feel mixed."

"Okay, I came to you this time because I have something to ask for your help." Mr. Fox picked up the Jade Dew tea on the coffee table.

Okar Suzuka said: "Please tell me."

Mr. Fox drank the tea in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said:

"You know Xue Jing, right?"

After saying that, he paused suddenly, as if he had received some information, and suddenly said:

"Oh, by the way, at this time, you will be meeting him soon."

Okar Suzuka narrowed her eyes.

"I hope you can lose to him...as quietly as possible, and lose to him as if you really lost." Mr. Fox said leisurely.

"Why?" Okar Suzuka asked.

Mr. Fox pointed out a finger and said:

"There are extremely complex 'abnormalities' gathered in this person, which will be continuously involved in countless causes and effects. As long as they are allowed to grow and develop, one day it will bring huge turmoil to the entire world."

“In our industry, we would call such people ‘anomalies’.”

He pointed his finger at Okar Suzuka: "But now, he has too little time to grow...and you are too strong."

"I need you to turn into bait, feed yourself to him, and help him go further."

"In return, I'll tell you three things you want to know."

After a pause, Mr. Fox continued: "Anything."

Okar Suzuka did not speak immediately, but took a sip of tea, put the tea cup on the coffee table, then placed her hands flat on her thighs, her body upright and graceful.

He shook his head and said:

"I reject."

Mr. Fox's expression did not change: "Oh?"

"Mr. Fox, with all due respect, you are insulting martial arts."

Okar Suzuka's expression gradually became cold.

"There is no room for selfishness, you must be upright, do your best to both sides, burn yourself, and try your best to defeat your opponent, or be defeated by your opponent. I think this is the necessary respect for a true warrior."

"What you are asking for is forcing me to insult him, forcing me to insult myself, and even more so, insulting martial arts."

"I demand an immediate apology."

Mr. Fox was stunned for a moment, then laughed inexplicably: "Interesting kid."

"Forget it, that's fine."

"Since he is an anomaly, how can he avoid the hardships? That King Jiwu back then..."

He stood up and looked at Okar Suzuka.

"I apologize to you. It is indeed an inappropriate request... You are indeed a member of the organization."

In his emotional words, Mr. Fox's figure had disappeared into the dojo.

Okar Suzuka sat upright, not paying attention to Mr. Fox's sudden disappearance, but her eyelids were slightly twitching, thinking about something.

At this time, the sliding door of the room was pushed open, and a young man with a serious and resolute face walked in and said in Far Eastern language:

"Young master, who was that man just now?"

Miga Suzuka came back to his senses, glanced at the young man, and said in Far Eastern language: "He is called Hu Mianzi."

"Hu Mian's ruins, rabbits walk on the deserted platform, all of which were places for singing and dancing in the past... This is an ancient saying in Zhuxia, describing the ups and downs of the world, and that man is a madman who wants to make all the things in the world fall into impermanence and chaos."

The young man seemed to understand, and could only respond blankly: "... So that's it."

Miga Suzuka smiled and said: "Taiping, has Xue Jun replied to me?"

He thought of what Hu Mianzi said just now, 'You will meet him soon'.

Hu Mianzi has never made a mistake in what he said. Since he said so, Xue Jing must have agreed to meet him.

As expected, the young man named Taiping nodded and said:

"The Galaxy Club has already responded, saying that Master Xue Jing will come to visit this afternoon."

Mika Suzuka looked expectant: "Really? That's great."

...

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Xue Jing took a suspended high-speed monorail and came to one of the so-called wealthy areas in Yuancheng, District A3.

Following the address marked on the bracelet, he quickly found a dojo with a large area and a very Japanese style.

Xue Jing glanced at the sign of the dojo.

"Wakamiya Dojo... that's it."

"Let's go in and take a look... huh? What's wrong?"

He turned his head and looked at the cat squatting on his shoulder, wondering.

At this time, the cat's fur exploded all over his body, as if it had been electrocuted, and it looked much fluffier than usual. The two front paws also popped out silver-white snake-killing spearheads, shining in the sun, which made Xue Jing's shoulders a little painful.

"I don't know... I seemed to smell a strange smell, and then it happened."

Maomao didn't know why, but just looked around inexplicably vigilantly.

"This feeling is the same as when I first entered Yuancheng and was on the plane... I originally thought it was because I entered the Dragon Cult base, but now it seems that it is not."

She stepped on Xue Jing's head with one of her front paws, stood higher, and kept looking for something in the crowd.

"A Jing, there must be a strange thing here, or a strange thing just came, it's scary..."

Seeing this, Xue Jing reached out and touched her head, smoothed her frizzy hair, and comforted her:

"Don't worry, I'm here."

At this time, a young man standing at the entrance of the Wakamiya Dojo saw Xue Jing, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he trotted towards him.

"...Is it Master Xue Jing?"

He spoke respectfully in Chinese with a strange pronunciation, bowing his head.

Xue Jing glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Yes."

Hearing this, the young man bowed to him and said, "I am Wakamiya Taiping. Master Xue Jing, just call me Taiping. Please follow me. My young master has been waiting for you for a long time..."

Wakamiya Taiping made a gesture of invitation to Xue Jing, and then led the way in front.

Xue Jing stroked the cat and followed him into the gate of Wakamiya Dojo.

This dojo is not only Japanese in appearance, but also in interior decoration. There are sliding door rooms everywhere, and the flowing bamboo tube and the zigzag bridge named "Jinglu" in the yard look quite Zen, with a kind of charm that makes people calm.

I didn't see anyone else in the dojo on the way. The whole dojo was quiet to the point of being cold and silent.

Following Wakamiya Taiping, Xue Jing turned around in the solid wood corridor and soon came to the largest room in the dojo.

Wakamiya Taiping stepped forward, knelt on the ground, slowly pushed the sliding door open, bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Young Master, here comes Lord Xue Jing."

A magnetic and gentle voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female came from the room: "Please come in."

Xue Jing stepped forward, took off his shoes, and walked into the room.

In the center of the room, which was spotlessly clean and the floor almost glowed, a figure was kneeling on the ground with his back to Xue Jing.

The waist-length high ponytail black hair was as soft as a black waterfall, covering most of his back.

Even if he saw the real person, with Xue Jing's eyesight, he couldn't recognize whether the person in front of him was a man or a woman at the first time.

This feeling was even stronger when Yuuga Suzuka turned around.

The beautiful face that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, with both male characteristics and many feminine softness, with a charm that transcended gender, made Xue Jing hesitate and didn't know whether to call him Mr. or Miss.

"Mr. Xue, long time no see."

Mr. Yuuga stood up with a gentle smile on his face.

He stretched out a hand with extremely delicate skin, which did not look like a martial artist at all, and spoke in fluent Chinese:

"I am Mr. Yuuga... Please call me Suzuka."

Xue Jing shook hands with him and asked in confusion:

"What do you want to talk to me about? Do you want to fight with me in advance?"

Faced with such direct words, Mr. Yuuga's eyes lit up:

"Mr. Xue is indeed a man of temperament. Although I didn't mean to invite you here, if Mr. Xue has this intention, why don't we... start now?"

Mr. Yuuga's tone was full of expectation.

"Start fighting five seconds after meeting?"

The purpose of Xue Jing coming here was to try to get the [Unsharpened Blade] in advance, so it was fine.

He thought to himself that this Okar Suzuka was indeed a martial arts idiot as rumored.

"He is an interesting person."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Let's get started."

Maomao consciously jumped to the side from Xue Jing's shoulder and squatted down.

Okar Suzuka glanced at her, her eyes lingering on the platinum ring on her tail for a moment, and then looked at Xue Jing again.

With a warm and charming smile on his face, he said:

"Xue Jun...be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Jing subconsciously took a step back and leaned to the left.

An arm that resembled a knife slashed past where he was leaning to avoid it, without any warning at all.

"call out--!!"

Transparent sword energy emerged from the place where the sword passed by, cutting the sliding door behind Xue Jing into two pieces, and flew forward with unabated force.

Just a face-to-face encounter, Xue Jing immediately realized that the person in front of him was different from any enemy he had encountered before.

It's not because of strength... In terms of strength, both the pure-blood dragon and Jiao Hongyuan are above Yukar Suzuka.

But none of them possess certain qualities of Okar Suzuka.

"Pure, passionate, unlimited potential..."

He's enjoying it.

Xue Jing remembered a sentence inexplicably.

‘Those who practice hard cannot win against those who enjoy practicing. ’

‘Those who like to practice cannot win against those who enjoy practicing. ’

The sage said: Those who know are not as good as those who are good at it, and those who are good at it are not as good as those who are happy.

The person in front of him was someone Xue Jing had never met before. He enjoyed practicing martial arts and enjoying fighting.

Even though he himself likes to practice martial arts and fight, the essence is to obtain what he can get after practicing martial arts and fighting, rather than practicing martial arts and fighting as his own purpose.

But the person in front of him is different. He really aims at practicing martial arts and fighting, and simply enjoys the thing itself.

"interesting."

Xue Jing's eyes showed a smile, and with a strong mental consciousness, he forcibly cut off, putting aside the utilitarian idea of ​​"win the Okar Suzuka and get the [Unsharpened Blade]".

Facing such an opponent, he rarely felt interested and wanted to have a pure battle with him.

The power circulates, the real dragon is transformed, and the sound of the dragon's roar fills the dojo.

"Thunder flames boiling cauldron!"

The unparalleled fist was swung out, carrying almost the power of a true dragon, blasting out a ring of air waves and blasting towards Okar Suzuka.

Realizing the power of this blow, Okar Suzuka's face showed joy, and she immediately stretched out her right hand and struck upwards with her palm folded.

"Su Zao Liu·Tan Tian Sha Sha!"

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