I Will Eventually Become A God

"What do you think? Lao Song."

In the player viewing area, a lazy, seemingly cynical young man asked the young man beside him with his arms crossed and a calm expression.

Song Nanxing turned to look at him and said calmly: "What are you referring to...don't call me Lao Song, Wei Junwu, I'm not very familiar with you."

Wei Junwu waved his hand: "Look what you said, which one of us is following which one...I mean Xue Jing's sword just now."

As he spoke, he added a little uncertainly: "Well, it should be regarded as a 'sword'."

"how do you feel?"

Song Nanxing did not reply immediately, but remained silent for a while before speaking calmly:

"Inappropriate."

Wei Junwu smiled and said, "Oh? Tell me what's inappropriate."

Song Nanxing glanced at him and said calmly: "That killing move and that weapon are completely inappropriate."

"It's almost two opposite extremes...but also because of that, it's scary."

Wei Junwu seemed to feel the same way and sighed: "Yes, it's terrible."

Next to the two of them, there were several other contestants standing, but due to their own lack of skills, they could hardly understand what riddles these two big guys were playing.

Song Nanxing looked at the fragments of the alloy eyebrow stick scattered on the floor in the arena, his eyes looking thoughtful.

In his opinion, the finishing touch of Hidden Dragon Style's mysteries is the pursuit of concentrated, peak-penetrating lethality.

This move can be performed with weapons. The most suitable weapons are sharp-pointed weapons such as guns and swords, followed by straight and unbent weapons such as sticks.

As for the door panel in Xue Jing's hand...it cannot be said to be completely integrated with the finishing touch, at least they are quite different.

But precisely because of this, in the eyes of knowledgeable people like them, they saw how terrifying Xue Jing was.

Forcing the inappropriate mystical-level moves to transform their attributes in the body and adapt them to the weapons in their hands is simply not something that normal people can do.

Ordinary martial arts masters who dare to engage in such operations will suffer serious injuries at least, or be paralyzed or die at worst.

But looking at Xue Jing's always complacent and unserious look...it seemed like she didn't feel the terrifying burden that her body had to endure when performing this operation.

"Is it possible that this person has undergone super surgery and modified his body structure?"

"No, you need to undergo a physical examination before the game starts. If the alienation rate exceeds 1%, it is impossible to enter the field."

"Can the original body do such a thing before breaking through the limit?"

While he was thinking about it, Wei Junwu next to him asked with a playful expression:

"Then do you think he can beat Zhou Yinglin?"

Song Nanxing said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Are you kidding me?"

"At this level, it is impossible to break the 'flawless'... Although Xue Jing did not use all his strength, but currently, compared with Zhou Yinglin, there is still some distance between him and Zhou Yinglin."

Wei Junwu shrugged: "That's a pity."

"Zhou Yinglin's purpose of coming to participate in the U19 this time is quite strange... I have a rumor, I don't know if it is true. Lao Song, do you have any news over there that we can compare and refer to?"

Song Nanxing said expressionlessly: "I have no news, I don't want to tell you."

Wei Junwu said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, which one of us is following which one? I will tell you this news for free."

He paused and his voice suddenly increased: "I heard that Zhou Yinglin's purpose in participating in the competition was to pretend to miss and beat Xue Jing to death!!"

The loud sound was not only heard by Song Nanxing, but also all the surrounding players, and even the spectators in the auditorium who were closer could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, everyone who heard it suddenly looked at Wei Junwu.

Song Nanxing's brows twitched, his face full of bewilderment.

"You are not afraid of death, what do you want to do?"

"Hehehehe..." Wei Junwu smiled playfully and did not reply.

The people around were in an uproar.

"Damn, this is big news!"

"How could it be possible... To put it bluntly, the fact that Zhou Yinglin traveled across the metropolitan area to participate in the U19 is very strange!"

"Is this true or false?"

"Whether it's true or not, let's spread the word first!"

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In the player lounge, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the ground, with the Forgotten Giant Sword placed on his knees.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the old and simple sword body, feeling the 'dong' and 'dong' sounds it made, which were like a heartbeat.

The last time he had a similar experience, he felt it on the Futu Knife.

As a result, Futu Sword died as a martyr, turning the tangible and mortal sword body into the invisible and immortal sword intention, and achieved the secret of his one-style heavenly sword - Ying Man Yue.

Is this also the case with the Forgotten Greatsword?

Xue Jing felt it carefully for a long time and shook her head.

"No, this feeling... seems to be different from last time."

He pondered for a while, stood up, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and raised the Great Sword of Oblivion flatly.

Then he slashed diagonally into the air.

The huge sword blade sliced ​​through the void, whipping up a huge air current and moving the tables and chairs not far away from the room by more than ten centimeters.

Maomao, who was curled up and sleeping on the sofa, smacked his lips, turned over, and continued to sleep.

"I always feel like something is weird."

Xue Jing thought for a long time and couldn't think of any clues, so she shook her head and was too lazy to think about it anymore.

He took out the Green Rubik's Cube, twisted one of its steps with one hand, and threw it into the air.

A green vortex appeared, and Xue Jing placed the Forgotten Giant Sword in it, then put away the Green Magic Cube and walked out of the lounge.

He first went to the infirmary not far away and took a look at the injured Yin Muhu.

At this time, Yin Muhu was still in a coma and had not woken up yet. However, because Xue Jing was very measured, although her injuries were serious, she was not in danger of death, but just needed to rest for a while.

After asking the doctor about the situation, Xue Jing did not stay long and quickly left the infirmary.

He picked up his mobile phone and checked the time. The halftime break was almost over, so he walked towards the players' viewing area.

On the way, because there were a lot of missed messages on WeChat, Xue Jing opened it and received many messages from relatives and friends congratulating him on winning the game.

Most of them ended with one or two sentences, but Xue Wan sent a lot of messages, all voice messages.

Looking at the dozens of voice messages that were as short as five or six seconds and as long as one minute, Xue Jing scratched his head and clicked on a few at random.

"Ou Doudou, you played well. I, Uchiha Wanyuan, call you the strongest!"

"By the way, is Xiaoyin okay? Xiaoyin is so pretty, but I still like her with muscles, I feel safe..."

"Master, Master, you are so handsome!! Chirp chirp chirp!!"

The voice of the little disciple Zong Shichan was mixed in, and the sound of simulating a kiss made Xue Jing hold the phone away in disgust.

He only clicked on a few messages and ignored the others, especially those messages that took tens of seconds or a minute.

After thinking about it, he replied with a text message: [Who said it wasn't? It makes sense. I think so too. What happened next? ]

Then he turned on the do not disturb function and put the phone back in his pocket.

He walked out of the passage and came to the player viewing area.

Xue Jing looked around and found that the players were standing in groups of three or two, discussing something enthusiastically.

His appearance seemed to interrupt the players' discussion. Everyone looked at him with different expressions.

Xue Jing didn't care, he just randomly chose a place where no one was, walked over and stood there.

The audience also saw Xue Jing's appearance from above, and immediately cheered loudly.

This was the residual heat of praise for his wonderful performance just now.

Just waiting for the game to start, suddenly, a palm slapped his shoulder.

Xue Jing didn't dodge because he didn't realize the malice.

"Old Xue! Thunder Monkey!"

A playful voice, mixed with unskilled Cantonese, Xue Jing turned to look at the lazy boy, wondering:

"Have we met? Who are you?"

Wei Junwu retracted his hand, touched his chin, and said: "As expected of you, even I don't know you. It seems that what you said in the interview is true. You really haven't paid attention to other contestants..."

After a pause, he smiled and said: "I am Wei Junwu, and I learned from the master of Fengti Liu, Pei Yan. It is very compatible with the Canglong Liu you practice, right? We are born friends!"

Looking at the familiar Wei Junwu, Xue Jing smiled and said:

"Brother Wei, I have heard of you for a long time."

Obviously, he didn't know him at all... Wei Junwu was choked by this sentence, and said with a smile:

"Old Xue, it seems that you are also an interesting person... There is no need to be so unfamiliar, just call me Old Wei."

He waved his hand.

Xue Jing didn't respond, but just said, "Brother Wei, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Wei Junwu said casually, "Nothing special, just come to meet you...see what kind of person is the one that Zhou Yinglin personally came to trouble from afar."

Xue Jing glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Oh? Why don't I understand what you said?"

Wei Junwu sighed, patted Xue Jing's shoulder, and winked, "Don't pretend, everyone already knows."

Xue Jing looked around at the contestants standing around him and found that none of them showed any strangeness about Wei Junwu's words.

"How did you know?" Xue Jing asked Wei Junwu.

This matter should be quite secretive.

"I said it." Wei Junwu showed a proud expression and patted his chest.

Xue Jing's expression did not change at all, but he was puzzled and asked, "How did you know? What is your purpose?"

Is this to make Zhou Yinglin hesitate to attack him?

It's a meaningless act.

Xue Jing shook his head.

Wei Junwu sighed, "When someone trusts you, you should be loyal to them... Alas, I'm in big trouble now. I'm afraid Zhou Yinglin will come to pick a fight with me."

"Fortunately, I have someone behind me now!"

At this point, his expression became very proud again.

Xue Jing whispered, "You didn't answer me."

Wei Junwu sensed a hint of danger, but he still shook his head:

"The people involved are too high-ranking. I am not qualified to talk to you. You will know it naturally when you should know it later."

"In short... I am on your side, and so are the people behind me."

Wei Junwu chuckled.

"That sword, is it useful?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing confirmed his guess and nodded: "So that's it, it's quite useful."

Wei Junwu moved closer to him and whispered:

"The sword itself is only secondary, and its main function is to serve as a 'hint'."

Xue Jing's heart moved and he roughly understood.

Combining the fact that Wei Junwu came for Zhou Yinglin's matter and the person behind him was the same person who sent the Forgotten Giant Sword, this hint was obviously also related to Zhou Yinglin.

This giant sword is the way to deal with Zhou Yinglin?

If the sword itself is not the key... then the most obvious feature of this sword is that it is heavy and powerful.

Zhou Yinglin's flawless skills can defeat his cleverness?

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Do you think I'm a child?"

...

After the halftime break, the game started soon.

Immediately after Xue Jing, the duel between contestants No. 3 and No. 4 was held. Because of [Proof of Love], Xue Jing didn't even remember their names.

The contestants who can advance to the finals are more or less capable, and Xue Jing also gained some benefits from watching the game.

Then there is the duel between No. 5 and No. 6, and the same is true.

And the next one is the most watched game today.

No. 7 Fan Xuhui, and No. 8 - Zhou Yinglin.

"…Welcome back to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament. I am the commentator Tao Xingxiu…"

"…After three exciting matches, the audience is also very happy, but!!"

"Next, it's time for real enjoyment!!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole audience cheered so loudly that it almost overturned the venue.

"Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—"

The audience began to shout Zhou Yinglin's name in an orderly manner, and his popularity was jaw-dropping.

"Let's first invite—Fan Xuhui!"

Xue Jing looked at the tense teenager who walked out of the player channel and shook his head.

This person's mentality has collapsed.

Even if the strength is similar, it is impossible to win.

It seems that Zhou Yinglin's reputation is really scary.

After the commentator briefly introduced Fan Xuhui and showed the hexagonal data chart, he began to shout in a voice that was obviously much more passionate than before:

"Then! Next, please welcome contestant Zhou Yinglin!!"

The thunderous applause drowned the entire venue.

At the contestant channel, a young man with a sharp eye like a hawk slowly walked out.

He did not carry any weapons. After entering the ring, he walked around the ring very skillfully. Every time he arrived at a place, the audience in that direction would burst into warm cheers.

After he finished pretending, he went to the weapon rack, picked up a nine-foot spear at random, and stood in front of his opponent.

The commentator talked endlessly about Zhou Yinglin's past achievements and famous scenes, and then showed the hexagonal data chart, which was undoubtedly all 10.

"A real hexagon, a full-level young genius, so powerful that the data chart cannot contain!"

The commentator kept bragging and cheering, and the audience responded with cheers and applause.

Wei Junwu, who was next to Xue Jing, complained: "It's too much, why haven't you started yet? It's so annoying."

As if he had heard Wei Junwu's complaint, the commentator finally finished the introduction that was obviously prolonged this time.

"——Then without further ado, both players are in place, let's witness the next exciting duel together!"

"The game... starts!"

As soon as the referee waved his hand, Xue Jing's mind immediately moved, the focus of his pupils shrank, and at the same time, his strength was circulated, using the eye flow, his eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the Heavenly Sword state of mind was activated, dyeing the vertical pupils into a divine silver-white.

The next moment, the game was over.

It was a torrential rain of long spears that covered the sky.

No, it should be called a waterfall or a flood.

In just a moment, Zhou Yinglin held the nine-foot spear in one hand, and stabbed out a dense torrent of spear shadows that could not be distinguished by the naked eye.

His opponent, a young man named Fan Xuhui, had no time to make any moves. There were countless blood holes all over his body, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Zhou Yinglin, who pretended to be a master without saying a word, turned around and walked away, as if he had done something insignificant.

Amid the warm applause, exclamations and cheers from the audience, no one noticed that in the contestant viewing area, a young man was watching this scene calmly.

His silver-white vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous.

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