I Will Eventually Become A God

The visible black lightning pattern aura radiated continuously, completely dispersing and covering Zhou Yinglin's mental force field.

The entire super arena was completely enveloped by Xue Jing's 'overlord color domineering'.

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz——"

The air was shaking and trembling, like an earthquake. Everyone felt their skin numb and cold in a physical sense, and looked at Xue Jing in shock for causing such a supernatural scene.

There were more than 200,000 spectators at the scene, among whom thousands of people who were already physically weak and mentally depressed fainted on the spot and lost consciousness. This should have caused a commotion, but everyone was unable to move under the pressure of this materialized aura, and had no intention of paying attention to others. Even if they noticed, they were powerless.

The extremely solid walls of the super arena were cracked with tiny cracks everywhere, and the light blue repulsive membrane wrapped around the big arena was constantly shaking with ripples.

And the dozens of contestants closest to Xue Jing, almost everyone was gritting their teeth and shaking all over.

"Sizzle-Sizzle-"

There were two crisp sounds of clothes being torn apart. Zhou Yinglin looked down at his martial arts uniform that was torn apart on his chest and left sleeve, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Among the people present, only he and several other top eight players used their spiritual aura to protect themselves, isolating Xue Jing's domineering aura from being released, and were not affected.

Zhou Yinglin tried to expand his spiritual aura.

But soon he found that Xue Jing's aura with black thunder patterns had a very strong suppressive force. Once his aura expanded outside the body, it would be immediately suppressed back, which was extremely domineering.

Looking at the torn clothes, Zhou Yinglin understood.

This was not because Xue Jing's spiritual energy level suppressed him, but the effect of some kind of divine secret technique.

A mere recipient...

The blooming black thunder patterns gradually subsided, and Xue Jing slowly retracted his "domineering aura", and the silver-white in his pupils also faded, turning into the usual dark brown.

The overbearing sense of oppression disappeared, but no one at the scene spoke, staring at the terrifying young man in silence.

With him as the center, the ground around him cracked, some were stuck with stones, some were sunken and uneven, and it was a mess.

"It seems that you rejected my proposal."

Zhou Yinglin said lightly.

Xue Jing smiled and said in a calm tone: "You are a traitor, a chicken and a dog, get out of here."

Zhou Yinglin's expression remained unchanged: "You should be glad that this is not on the ring. It is illegal to kill you in public."

Xue Jing tilted his head slightly to look at him, sighed, and said with a smile:

"If your strength is half as strong as your mouth, I really have to surrender."

Zhou Yinglin turned and left, and said lightly without looking back: "You will see... the difference between a true genius and an ordinary person, a countryman who doesn't know the height of the world."

As Zhou Yinglin left, the cold sense of oppression brought by the tit-for-tat two people also dissipated.

In the quiet Super Arena, noise gradually began to be heard.

"Monsters... these two monsters!!"

"It's been years since U19 had such a youngster. The pressure is too exaggerated!"

"Someone fainted here. Come and help!"

"Why do I feel that Xue Jing is much stronger than Zhou Yinglin? How come his aura is also lightning?"

"Illusion, it's all an illusion. What happened just now should be the effect of some special technique..."

"Try to imagine it. Old martial arts are not new martial arts. All techniques are within a rigid framework. This aura has substantial physical damage. Even ordinary limit-breaking masters can't do it..."

"Is there a conspiracy? Xue Jing can still participate in the old martial arts competition after practicing forbidden techniques?"

"Zhou Yinglin has participated. He is the disciple of the Eternal Master of Arms. Who dares to do something against him..."

"What's going on? It's unbelievable..."

The commentator coughed and said awkwardly: "Well, there seemed to be some small episodes just now, but it doesn't matter. Let's go back to the competition..."

Wei Junwu on the ring scratched his head.

Although Xue Jing's domineering aura was completely blocked outside the repulsive membrane, he did not feel it in person in the ring.

But seeing the people outside the ring being suppressed by the aura, recalling how he had repeatedly been pessimistic about Xue Jing and reminded him how to deal with Zhou Yinglin...

Wei Junwu had an inexplicable premonition, always feeling a phantom pain in his cheeks, as if he was about to be hit.

But there was no time to think about it, the opponent had already attacked, and the two people on the ring continued to fight together.

In the contestant viewing area, Xue Jing stood at the edge and put his hand on the fence that had been distorted by his aura.

Except for Yin Muhu, the surrounding contestants could not help but stay at least 30 meters away from him, as if they were afraid of some flood beast.

At this time, another figure walked slowly towards him, with an elegant and calm posture, full of nobility, impeccable.

"Mr. Xue."

A soft and pleasant voice came from the side. Xue Jing turned his head and looked at the approaching Yuuga Suzuka, and immediately smiled:

"Suzuka-san...were you there just now?"

Yuuga Suzuka smiled and nodded, with a gentle smile on her impeccable and beautiful face:

"Yes, I was watching you the whole time."

Hearing this, Xue Jing teased: "Then you are not very loyal. I was bullied just now, Suzuka-san, why were you just watching?"

"Mr.

There was a blush on his face, he held his cheek with his right hand and said intoxicatedly:

"Su Qing is so good (so great), that aura just now... it's like being hugged tightly by Xue Jun."

Hearing this, the smile on Xue Jing's face suddenly froze, and her whole body felt cold and tense somewhere.

He quickly waved his hand and said: "Little deer, really don't do this, it's too scary."

Seeing that he was resisting to the point of feeling uncomfortable all over, Okar Suzuka burst into crisp laughter, her branches trembling with joy.

His eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape: "It seems that I have mastered the key factors that can defeat Xue Jun. I am really looking forward to the game between you and me... maybe a kiss on you will have a better effect than a secret blow. ?”

Hearing this, Xue Jing showed an almost horrified expression for the first time, and involuntarily took a few steps back, away from Okar Suzuka.

Yin Muhu, who also heard this next to him, looked embarrassed and showed an expression like 'Subway old man's mobile phone.jpg'.

Everyone who was paying attention to Xue Jing was surprised when they saw this scene. Why did Xue Jing, who never retreated when facing Zhou Yinglin, actually feel a little... embarrassed in front of Okar Suzuka?

What happened?

Okar Suzuka was also slightly startled, dumbfounded and said:

"Xue Jun, I was joking."

The corner of Xue Jing's mouth moved, "You'd better be."

He really couldn't guarantee that if Okar Suzuka really did such a random act, he would kill her out of necessity.

Apart from the uncomfortable feeling given to him, Xue Jing still had a good impression of Okar Suzuka and regarded him as a friend he could make.

Amidst the gags, time passes slowly.

The results of the first game came out very quickly, and without any surprise, Wei Junwu from Fengxiaoliu, who was very famous, won.

"Old Xue! How about the move I just made, 'Mystical Bird Transforms into a Phoenix'? Isn't it very handsome?"

Wei Junwu, who came to the player viewing area, immediately came to Xue Jing's side and said somewhat smugly.

It seems that because Xue Jing called him "Old Wei" before, he felt that he was already very familiar with Xue Jing.

"It's okay, it's a good move." Xue Jing replied casually.

Next to them, Okar Suzuka and Yin Muhu smiled, and heard the implication - people are not good at it.

"Hey~ It's comfortable." Wei Junwu, who didn't hear the hidden meaning, suddenly showed a happy and satisfied expression.

This is Xue Jing, who is so crazy that he treats Zhou Yinglin as if he is nothing. During the interview, he said, "I am an eagle and you are snails." He actually gave him an evaluation of "okay, not bad." Is it full of gold content?

"The second game is Old Song's fight with Li Miao... You should have seen Old Song, right? He is from the Tiandong Sect and is an 'ancient martial arts school' inherited from the old times. Now he practices this ancient martial arts style. There are very few of them anymore, such as Taoism and Buddhism, they are basically hidden in the mountains, and their disciples rarely appear in public..."

Wei Junwu is a person who is very good at finding topics. He naturally stayed by Xue Jing's side and talked endlessly. Even when Xue Jing didn't respond or just responded with a cold response, he didn't show any signs of silence. Pass.

Soon, the intermission passed, and in the voice of the commentator, the second game of the quarterfinals began.

The two men started fighting on the ring, and Song Nanxing, who had a calm and calm temperament, put on a boxing stance and remained motionless.

“The Heavenly Movement Sect was born out of the old-era ‘ Heavenly Movement Theory ’ theory. It regards itself as the center of everything, and the Heaven moves while the body does not move... It pays attention to attacking later but being proactive, and reacts naturally according to the actions of opponents approaching it. "

Wei Junwu introduced.

As he spoke, he sighed.

"Old Song is so lucky, he was sent to the semi-finals."

Xue Jing glanced at him: "Oh?"

Wei Junwu asked strangely: "Don't you know? The quarter-finals are a double-elimination format."

"After today's game, it will be divided into a winner's group and a loser's group. The game will start again the day after tomorrow. The winner of the first game will play the loser of the fourth game. Similarly, the winner of the fourth game will play the first place. The loser fights.”

He pointed at Xue Jing and himself: "After you and Zhou Yinglin decide the winner and the loser, as the winner of the first game, I will fight the loser among you... Damn, it's so difficult. "

At this point, Wei Junwu paused, but there was still something he had not said.

If Xue Jing loses... then he will be beaten to death by Zhou Yinglin, and Zhou Yinglin will also lose the qualification to compete. He will naturally advance to the semi-finals with a bye.

Wei Junwu curled his lips and said: "But Lao Song is much more comfortable... He is in the second game. After winning, he will fight the loser of the third game. The third game is Yu Jia beating Chen Chao. No need to ask, the winner It must be Yu Jia, and the loser is Chen Chao.”

"If you win two games in the quarter-finals, you will advance. Both games are against the two weakest players in the quarter-finals. Damn, what kind of bullshit is your luck."

Xue Jing said casually: "That's it."

He didn't pay much attention to these rules. He only knew that in the double-elimination competition system, you had to lose twice before you would be eliminated. It turned out that there were some particularities in it.

"It's okay, you shouldn't have to worry about this." Xue Jing said softly.

Wei Junwu: "Huh?"

Xue Jing didn't say anything more, just looked at the ring.

With his eyesight, he has already seen through the situation on the field.

Facing the immovable Song Nanxing who had been unable to attack for a long time, Li Miao, who was sweating profusely, was at his wits' end.

The outcome has been decided.

Mika Suzuka naturally saw this, and he said softly:

"Then Mr. Xue, I will go backstage to prepare first."

Xue Jing heard this and nodded at him.

When Mika Suzuka saw Xue Jing's gaze towards him, he immediately smiled, blinked his right eye, and winked at Xue Jing, which was quite playful and cute, not like a man at all.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and his fist hardened: "What are you doing?"

"Hehehe..." Mika Suzuka did not answer, his eyes curved into crescents, and he turned around and walked backstage with a satisfied look.

Xue Jing sighed.

This person... is really good-looking, and really scary, too good.

Xue Jing did not suspect that he was a woman dressed as a man.

But...his senses are not so dull that he can't recognize whether a person is a man or a woman.

Mika Suzuka is undoubtedly a man, and he has everything a man should have physiologically.

That's why Xue Jing felt uncomfortable every time he was teased.

It was because Yuuga Suzuka looked too feminine, which made Xue Jing instinctively not so disgusted and held back his killing intent.

If a big, muscular man dared to play such a trick on him, Xue Jing felt that he had already killed him.

"Oh my god!"

Wei Junwu next to him suddenly screamed.

He covered his chest and said with a lingering fear:

"It's so scary, I was actually moved... I almost got turned gay, it was so close."

When Yuuga Suzuka used the wink attack on Xue Jing just now, he was also affected.

"This Yuuga Suzuka is too beautiful... Alas, why does a man look like this? It's really a waste."

Yin Muhu next to him also sighed: "Yes, I think so too, she is too beautiful, sometimes I really can't feel that he is a man."

...

The match between Song Nanxing and Li Miao ended quickly as Xue Jing expected.

After a short intermission, Otogi Suzuka took the stage.

As the third heir to one of the six great chaebols in the Far East, a world-renowned young genius, and a world-class martial arts star, he was extremely popular, and even in Zhuxia, which was not his home stadium, he caused great cheers and applause from the audience.

His match was over very quickly.

Even when facing the top eight players in the U19 finals, Otogi Suzuka did not use his own style's signature secret technique, 'Slashing the God', and did not even bring a weapon. With his bare hands, he solved his opponent elegantly and lightly.

This was a match in which the difference in strength was too great, and the result was not unexpected to anyone, even Chen Chao, the opponent.

After the applause for the winner Otogi Suzuka, the Super Arena gradually quieted down, and everyone's eyes kept focusing on the young man standing in the player viewing area, who was as tall as a pine tree.

Everyone knew that the next match was the focus... and that was why most of the audience had to go to the scene today even if they gritted their teeth and bought expensive scalper tickets.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged, as calm as before, and he just turned around and walked backstage.

"Finally here! I was born to watch this game!"

"I can't wait any longer, bring it up!"

"Twelve times odds! Just waiting for this wave, all-in is a kind of wisdom, if you win the club's young model, if you lose, you go to work in the sea, Xue Jing will win (broken voice)!!"

"Gambler, you will die!"

The noisy voices of the audience gradually faded away from his ears, and the phone vibrated. Xue Jing picked it up and took a look.

It was a voice message from his sister Xue Wan.

Xue Jing clicked to play.

"Ah Jing!! Go ahead, blow up Zhou Xiaoji's cock! Smack the faces of those little bitches on the Internet!"

"Master, Master! Chirp chirp chirp——"

Xue Wan's gnashing voice came from it, and there was also a kiss from his little apprentice Zong Shichan in the air.

Zhou Xiaoji is Zhou Yinglin's nickname... Because of his sharp eyes like an eagle, some people who don't like him call him Zhou Xiaoji.

Compared with the weak cat of the third stage of the Key Power, Xue Wan, the Land Key Fairy, is much more awesome. She has been fighting with the group of bitches on the blog software to defend Xue Jing every day, and she can post hundreds of posts a day.

As a result, her fans are increasing every day. She has gradually gathered a group of Xue Jing's fans under her command, and began to fight back against Zhou Yinglin's fans. Her blog has also become one of the few places on the Internet where Xue Jing's verbal battles are dominant.

Xue Jing smiled and sent her a simple little expression of "OK", then muted the phone and put it back in his pocket.

A staff member hurriedly trotted up to him, took a breath, and said respectfully:

"Xue Jing, it's your turn to play. Please follow me to the waiting area."

Xue Jing nodded at him and smiled, "Well, let's go."

...

"It's been a long time! Welcome back to the U19 Finals quarterfinals!"

The commentator shouted with an unprecedented excitement and excitement, which echoed throughout the venue.

The more than 200,000 spectators at the scene also gave face and cheered fiercely and applauded thunderously, almost shaking the venue.

The level of enthusiasm was visibly far better than the previous three games.

In all the official U19 game live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers also skyrocketed at a visible speed.

Due to Zhou Yinglin's participation in the competition, the rumors that he was suspected of killing people on the ring, and other factors, the U19 finals gained an extremely high popularity that did not belong to it.

"... This will be a wonderful match, no one has any doubt about that!"

"Some people even say that this may become the most exciting match in the history of U19!"

"Genius, monster, young master... They have countless titles, and are powerful beyond their age. They are the hope of the future of martial arts, and the leaders who will eventually stand before everyone and break through the thorns!"

"As two people who have never lost since their debut, what kind of gorgeous sparks will be ignited by the collision between invincible and invincible?"

"Let us invite - contestant Xue Jing, and... contestant Zhou Yinglin!"

In the past, it was a special treatment for the U19 finals championship match to appear at the same time without any order.

But at this moment, in a quarterfinal match, no one felt that there was anything wrong.

Thunderous applause, cheers, and screams were issued crazily, almost like a small earthquake, shaking the entire super arena.

In the player passages on both sides, a figure stepped out of each other.

One was a young man with eyes like an eagle, holding a strangely shaped silver spear... No, rather than calling it a spear, it is better to say that it is a needle that has been magnified countless times.

It is thinner than an ordinary spear, without a spear tip or a red tassel, but only extremely slender and sharp.

According to rumors, the magic weapon used by Wu Xuanzhu, the "Spear Saint" who has won the title of the Eternal Weapon Master, is a special spear called "Embroidered Needle".

And what Zhou Yinglin is holding at this moment is a replica of that "Embroidered Needle".

On the other side, there is a handsome and picturesque appearance, and every move is full of the demeanor of a master... the Demon King.

Yes, the Demon King.

Anyone who sees the figure with a domineering aura of black thunder patterns constantly spreading around his body, as if he is tearing the void, will involuntarily think of these two words.

He dragged a pale and sharp giant sword that was taller than a person in his right hand, and walked towards the ring step by step.

As he moved forward, the ground beneath his feet kept cracking and shaking.

The terrifying sense of oppression made everyone hold their breath, but they were very excited.

It was not until he stepped onto the ring that the domineering aura slowly subsided and the scene returned to calm.

At this time, the photographer, who was swinging his hands and feet, sat on the elevated platform with professionalism and began to unswervingly carry out the historical task of shooting Xue Jing's 360-degree surround lens at the beginning.

"... No need for data charts, they are full-level hexagonal martial artists who have broken the upper limit of data definition!"

"No need for any introduction, when they looked at each other, they knew that the other party was their opponent!"

"Do you need to say more at this moment? No need for any more words, the most exciting duel will begin soon, let us wait and see!"

After the passionate words of the commentator, the referee stepped forward and waved in the middle of the two amid thunderous cheers.

"Ready..."

"Start!"

The referee quickly ran down the ring and left, and the almost invisible light blue repulsive membrane slowly formed, covering the entire ring.

Neither of the two present took action immediately, but looked at each other.

Zhou Yinglin tilted the needle-like spear in his hand slightly, and said lightly: "I usually don't bring my own weapons to the game, but I will make an exception for you today, you should be proud."

His voice was heard from the entire super arena, and everyone heard it clearly.

"Fuck, the organizer actually installed a loudspeaker on the ring!?"

"I said that during the intermission just now, several staff members went up to the ring to do something mysterious, and it turned out that they installed this thing!"

"Damn, they really don't care about their face for the heat... But damn, they did a good job, well done!"

"Let's quarrel, fight, love to watch! More!"

On the ring, Xue Jing sighed and said:

"To be honest, I'm quite unhappy now."

"This boring opening introduction, it's fine if it's too much talk, but it actually makes me and you, a low-energy person who sells his head, seem like opponents of the same level."

His words were also spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker.

Many people laughed out loud because his mouth-cannon skills were obviously better than Zhou Yinglin's.

"You are only good at talking... Do you really think that the broken sword in your hand can deal with 'Perfect Clothes'?"

Zhou Yinglin snorted and said.

"Frog in the well, the perfection of the top martial arts schools is different from those of you country schools. There is no so-called weakness at all."

"Want to defeat cleverness with force? It's a fool's dream!"

Xue Jing smiled and hooked his finger at him:

"Come on, take action, let me, a countryman, see your top martial arts."

Zhou Yinglin sneered: "Watch it... It will be over in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly condensed.

The needle-shaped spear in his hand turned into an almost endless torrent of gun curtains at an extremely incredible speed, piercing Xue Jing.

Perhaps it was because of the special weapon, his attack speed was far faster than the 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​in Xue Jing's consciousness simulation!

But he was fast, Xue Jing was even faster!

[Twins] activated instantly!

Under the blessing of the twin speed, Xue Jing seemed to have pressed the fast-forward button, and all the speed of his actions, including the operation of his strength, directly ignored the physics multiplied by two!

And then... Twins are flexible!

A huge amount of oxygen, twice the normal capacity, was inhaled into his lungs and circulated rapidly in his body. The surrounding air pressure fluctuated visibly due to this large amount of inhalation.

His body swelled instantly and grew in proportion, with his height increasing from 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters.

His skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood were circulated synchronously, the sound of the dragon's roar resounded throughout the venue, and the power of the eye-opener stirred the whole body and condensed in his right arm.

Finally, the power of twins!

Put an unconditional X2 at the end of all the formulas for exerting strength and output, and the absolute double power!

The extremely terrifying force was poured into the forgotten giant sword held in his right hand.

The sword body trembled and buzzed, and the atmosphere was distorted by the vibration, spreading dense and subtle ripples.

This sword was undoubtedly the strongest physical attack that Xue Jing could swing at this moment!

Its name was——

"Jingzhe·Chenyuan!"

Holding the sword in his right hand and swinging it, the airflow separated to both sides of the blade wherever he passed, drawing two high-temperature white air waves and making a hissing sound.

The endless torrent of gun screens, the perfect human skill, was like a drop of drizzle at this moment. Facing the huge real dragon that was surging from the air, it was instantly crushed by the pure supreme power and swept away without a trace.

"Boom--!!"

The spherical storm airflow spread out, and a figure flew out suddenly like a cannonball at a speed that almost reached the speed of sound. His two feet left two deep grooves on the floor, stirred up countless smoke and dust, and hit the light blue repulsive membrane hard.

"Bub-bub-bub--"

The repulsive membrane made a clear sound for the first time, stirring up huge ripples like a tsunami, trembling, and vaguely seemed to be unable to bear it.

Looking at the scene happening in front of them, the scene was silent.

Everyone looked at the ring with dull eyes, and for a moment even their brains were a little down, unable to understand what was happening.

It was not until the smoke and dust dissipated and everyone present realized a fact when they saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the repulsive membrane.

"Perfectly made... was broken!"

"Zhou Yinglin was knocked away... killed instantly!?"

"This power... is incredible, what kind of monster is this, is he really seventeen years old? Is he really a human!?"

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahaha, I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get rich! Xue Jing is awesome (broken voice)!"

"Wait, it seems it's not over yet!?"

The noise of the audience gradually subsided, because... Zhou Yinglin on the ring seemed fine.

He was not unconscious, his eyes were still open, and there were no obvious injuries on his body. He was just sitting on the floor with his back against the repulsive membrane.

Xue Jing's smiling voice spread through the loudspeaker and spread throughout the venue:

"Is this what you said it would end in an instant?"

"Get up, you city dweller with top-level skills, you idiot. I just managed the distance well and only used the airflow to slightly touch you."

He looked at Zhou Yinglin who was a little stunned and said softly:

"Don't be nervous. I just showed someone that I can easily kill you like this... Don't worry, I won't use this sword again, otherwise you won't be too convinced if you lose, right?"

As he said that, Xue Jing inserted the giant sword in his right hand into the ground next to him, penetrated it, let go of his hand, and let the giant sword stand upright, like the sword in the stone in the myth.

"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression slowly began to change. On his face, which had always been expressionless, the corners of his eyes began to twitch, shame and anger, and his eyes turned blue and white. His sharp eyes like hawks revealed waves of killing intent.

But soon he slowly regained his calm.

'The recipient... God's secret technique! ’

‘This countryman can’t be that strong, he used the God-given secret technique! ’

Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.

He suddenly reacted and thought of an answer!

‘No, this man is bluffing! ’

‘He hasn’t fully mastered this God-given secret technique, so he made a mistake, so he didn’t hit me! ’

‘And, this secret technique can only be used once... so now he needs to bluff to scare me! ’

‘I was almost bluffed...’

Zhou Yinglin stood up slowly, thinking that he had seen through Xue Jing’s calculations... or in other words, he found a reason to convince himself and rebuild his confidence that collapsed because he was almost killed instantly.

“You...”

He was about to say something, but he saw Xue Jing had already walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the ring, took a brief inspection, and took down a nine-foot-long spear made of alloy from it.

Then he walked back to the center of the ring while gesturing with the spear in his hand, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the feel of the hand, and nodded.

Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"You idiot who claims to have top-level skills, what you are most proud of is 'perfect', right?"

Xue Jing asked curiously.

Zhou Yinglin, whose mentality was no longer stable because he almost broke him with a hammer, heard Xue Jing calling him 'idiot', and his eyes twitched slightly with anger.

But then, he didn't pay attention to the question of address, but widened his eyes.

"Shua shua shua shua——"

Xue Jing held the alloy spear in his right hand and shot dozens of shots at the void beside him.

The torrent of gun curtains without any flaws and implying infinite subsequent changes was undoubtedly - perfect!

"I watched your game before, and I learned it. You don't mind, idiot?"

Xue Jing asked casually.

Zhou Yinglin was furious: "You study me!?"

Xue Jing looked at him in surprise and shook his head:

"No, you misunderstood, idiot, don't think too highly of yourself."

"I'm not studying you, I'm just studying Perfection."

Zhou Yinglin frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Xue Jing snorted, "You are indeed a idiot."

"Isn't it clear? What I mean is that you are just a piece of waste paper with precious knowledge written on it."

"I got the precious knowledge of Perfection from you, but I have no interest in you, a piece of waste paper that can't even be used to wipe my ass."

Because of the loudspeaker installed on the ring, the conversation between the two from beginning to end was heard throughout the venue, and even in all the live broadcast rooms in the push stream.

Otogi Suzuka stood in the contestant viewing area, laughing so hard that her whole body trembled:

"Really, you lost both in verbal and physical skills, Zhou Jun, it's so pitiful to watch, kekekeke..."

…

"You are worthy of being my Ou Doudou!"

In the outer ring Qingcheng, Xue Wan, who was watching the live broadcast, felt refreshed as if he had drunk a big sip of iced cola in the middle of summer. He immediately picked up his phone, opened his blog, and happily started to post blog posts, madly outputting to Zhou Yinglin's fans.

…

The first urban circle, the inner ring, the capital.

The young girl with a delicate face looked at the live broadcast screen, with surprise and hope in her eyes: "Junior brother...?"

...

Also in the capital, in a mansion, a handsome young man paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Zhou Yinglin who lost his composure in the screen, and murmured: "Brother Lin, don't let me down..."

...

On the stage, Zhou Yinglin's face changed for a while, barely maintaining a calm mood, and said:

"...So what, bluffing, even if you can play "Moonlight" after listening to it once, it doesn't mean that your playing level is better than Beethoven."

Xue Jing smiled:

"You might as well come over and try, claiming to be Beethoven's top idiot."

The audience at the scene looked strange when they heard this.

"Why do I feel... Zhou Yinglin has gradually accepted the name of "idiot"? Without any rebuttal."

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin flashed and disappeared from the spot, and instantly appeared in front of Xue Jing, with an incredible speed.

"Shua shua shua shua--!!"

The torrent of gunfire came again, but Xue Jing did not move to everyone's surprise, as if he had not reacted at all.

Zhou Yinglin saw this and his eyes flashed.

"Looking for death!"

He no longer held back his defense, but used all his strength. The sharp needle-shaped spear in his hand accurately pointed at Xue Jing's fatal parts, full of murderous intent, and made a fatal move.

Then...

"Ding--"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding--"

The tip of the spear pierced Xue Jing's body, making a series of ding-ding crisp sounds, but it only stirred up a circle of air waves, and did not hurt Xue Jing at all.

"What!?"

Zhou Yinglin was shocked, but he remained calm and continued to stab out the torrent of gunfire.

Twenty guns... Thirty guns... Forty guns... Fifty guns...

The shadow of the Heavenly Feather Clothes emerged on the tip of the gun, and he still did not stop.

Sixty guns.

Sixty-five guns.

At the 66th shot, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had an idea and saw the principle of Xue Jing's perfect defense at the moment.

He thought it was impossible and unbelievable, but he still subconsciously followed his instinct and instantly got rid of the perfect method and shot out a deliberately chaotic and improvised shot.

"Pah--"

The lethality of this random shot was far inferior to that of the perfect shot. Xue Jing, who was well prepared, grabbed the needle-shaped gun head in his hand very lightly.

"You tried your best."

Xue Jing said softly.

"Then, it's my turn."

As soon as the voice fell.

Zhou Yinglin looked up and his sharp pupils shrank to the extreme.

The extremely familiar gun curtain turned into a torrent, drowning and covering him.

He tried to dodge or unload the force... But the perfect gun technique is known for its infinite changes that can cope with all situations. Any action of the enemy has a corresponding follow-up change of moves. Any "skillful" response is powerless in front of the perfect gun.

Either break through with brute force, ten forces break one cleverness, or rely on the strength of one's own body to resist, or dodge with a speed that is several levels higher than the gun shooter.

And these methods all require strength that is far superior to the gun shooter in some aspects... Facing a numerical monster like Xue Jing, Zhou Yinglin can't do these methods.

Of course, as a person who also has the inheritance of perfect spear skills, he has another way to deal with it, which is to also use perfect spear skills and fight with Xue Jing to see who has higher attainments and more guns.

However, because of the "inspiration" just now, his gun was held by Xue Jing!

This is a huge mistake that should not have happened, but it happened!

For the first time, Zhou Yinglin felt the frustration and helplessness of his opponents when facing him in the past.

The irresistible torrent of gun curtains poured on him.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak--"

The strange sound of the flesh being pierced rang out one after another.

Zhou Yinglin's body was covered with blood holes one after another. Soon, his body was covered with holes.

For each shot, Xue Jing deliberately slightly deviated from the original fatal point and accurately stabbed the non-fatal part.

Soon, the trajectory of the gun shadow weaved a heavenly feather coat on Zhou Yinglin's body, but it still didn't stop.

It wasn't until the eightieth shot was fired and penetrated Zhou Yinglin's abdomen that Xue Jing's movements stagnated and stopped.

Zhou Yinglin stood there, trembling all over, looking at his palms with several bloody holes, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and said to himself in disbelief:

"Impossible, impossible, a few days...eighty shots, it's impossible, absolutely impossible..."

He roared:

"How long have you been secretly learning to be perfect!? Ten years? Fifteen years? Why have you hidden it until now!"

Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin who was a little crazy, tilted his head slightly, his face remained calm, and softly said a number.

"Seven days."

Zhou Yinglin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world and sneered in disbelief:

"Haha...hehehe, stop lying, you are a thief who steals masters, this is impossible!"

Xue Jing said calmly: "If you can't do something yourself, it is considered impossible. Your ability is only to this extent."

As he said that, he changed the topic, "Then, the competition time is over, and then it is the time of reckoning."

When Zhou Yinglin heard this, he felt the serious injuries all over his body, and his face was filled with shame and he gritted his teeth and said in frustration:

"I admit..."

But when he was about to spit out the last word, his mouth was suddenly pinched by a beautiful hand as clear as jade.

Different from the beautiful and delicate appearance, the palm is incredibly strong and powerful, like an industrial-grade super steel pliers.

Xue Jing reached out and pinched Zhou Yinglin's chin, pulled him in front of her, looked directly into his eyes, and said softly:

"Don't be so disappointed, Master Zhou. There are still some unresolved matters between us? You don't want to just give in and leave so lightly, do you?"

"Uh-!!"

Zhou Yinglin, who was unable to speak and almost unable to move, showed fear for the first time in his sharp eyes.

Outside the ring, the referee hesitated to speak.

According to the rules, as long as the player shows a clear willingness to admit defeat, regardless of whether he or she fully utters the three words "I surrender", the referee can blow the whistle to terminate the game.

but……

He looked at Xue Jing, who was starting to spread out the aura of dark lightning lines all over the ring, and he didn't dare to blow the whistle to stop him.

Xue Jing pinched Zhou Yinglin's mouth with one hand, gently held his wrist with the other hand, and said softly:

"I remember you said that genius is just the threshold for meeting you, right?"

Saying that, Xue Jing reached out and pulled.

"Stab-"

Zhou Yinglin's arm was torn off by him, including the muscles and bones.

The so-called top strength of the martial arts body has been torn to pieces by the eighty spears. At this moment, Xue Jing tearing off his arm would not be more difficult than tearing a piece of paper.

"Uh-!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened and he was in agony. He wanted to cry out, but his mouth was pinched and he couldn't cry out.

"It's strange. How come such a high threshold breaks with just one step?"

Xue Jing threw his severed hand aside.

Then he reached out and gently placed it on Zhou Yinglin's ear.

"You're from the city, right?"

Ears ripped off.

"Uh-!!"

"Thirteen giant rooms, right?"

Pull off the other ear as well.

"The Secret Martial Arts Society, right?"

The other arm ripped off.

"Genius, right?"

Xue Jing inserted her hand into his neck and pulled out his collarbone.

"Uh-!!"

"Beethoven, right?"

…

Seeing the cruel scene taking place in the ring, which was like Unit 1 ripping Unit 3 apart, everyone was silent. The audience with weak psychological endurance had already covered their eyes and did not dare to watch anymore.

That boy, who was as handsome as a god, but exuded a dark aura and was as ruthless as the devil, was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

From today onwards, the name of ‘Demon King Xue’ resounds throughout all the Xia.

On the ring, except for the torso and head, all external parts were removed. Zhou Yinglin, who had turned into a human stick, was thrown aside by Xue Jing.

However, although he was dying, he was still alive.

The vitality of martial arts masters is astonishing.

"You should be lucky that this is in the ring. Although beating you to death is not illegal, it is against the law."

Xue Jing responded to Zhou Yinglin's previous arrogant words. After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the player channel with a calm expression.

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."

There is no whistle at the end of the game, no passionate shouting from the commentators about who is the winner, and no applause and cheers from the audience.

When Xue Jing approached, the light blue repulsive film slowly dissipated as if fearing him, and his steps did not stop at all.

Step by step, until his figure completely disappeared in the contestant tunnel, there was silence for a while, and then earth-shattering and noisy discussions gradually broke out.

"Invincible...Invincible!!"

"This is actually a complete crushing game! The one being crushed is actually Zhou Yinglin!!"

"I dare to say that Xue Jing is definitely the strongest player in the history of U19, and even all youth martial arts competitions, and even unprecedented, truly invincible!!"

"The grassroots in the outer ring beat up the top talents in the inner ring. Why do I have such a dream?"

"Blow up, blow up, now the whole martial arts world is going to explode!"

"Crushing Zhou Yinglin...the strongest underage martial artist in the world? Is there any problem with this statement?"

"Twelve times, twelve times! Hahahaha, Xue Jing, Xue Shen! You are my grandpa!"

"Everything he said in the interview is true, not arrogant at all, he is really an eagle, and others are really snails to him!"

"The whole circle of young martial artists has welcomed their big devil... He is good at fighting and ruthless, looks good, and has a sharp tongue. He calls people idiots all the time, and you can't scold him. How can there be such a monster!"

...

(I kept my promise, more than 10,000 words... In order to keep writing, I have completely burned out, my health bar is empty, I haven't slept for nearly 24 hours, and I am one step away from coma...)

(Can I ask for a monthly ticket? Please!)