I Will Eventually Become A God

Chapter 257 Sweep, Zhou Yinglin: "You... don't come over here!!" (4K)

"Is Demon King Xue saying that he wants to finish the fight quickly and go fishing? I didn't expect that he is also a good fisherman... but he doesn't wear a helmet, which makes him look unprofessional."

"It looks like a weapon to me. Isn't Dugu Qiubai able to use grass, wood, bamboo and stone as swords? He might be able to do it, using a fishing rod as a gun? It looks similar to a gun anyway!"

"You think this is a novel, please use your brain. The impact of weapons on combat power is much greater than you think. That fishing rod is obviously a very ordinary fishing rod, not a special one. It will break after a slight collision in a high-intensity martial arts competition. At most, it is used to bully opponents who are far below him to show off. If Demon King Xue really wants to play this game, he will suffer a big loss. The gap between Zhou Yinglin and him is much bigger than that. But it's not that big!"

"What else? It's not a fishing competition. The things brought in the martial arts competition must be weapons. He just wants to show off."

"As expected of Demon King Xue, I feel relieved to see him still so arrogant."

"Is he going to fail?"

"It's hard to say. Although the two of them seemed to have a big gap in strength in the last fight, Zhou Yinglin must have something to rely on to stand on the stage. If Demon King Xue is too arrogant, I'm afraid it's really a bit risky..."

"Fortune is sought in danger! I also thought of this. Since Zhou Yinglin dared to go on stage, the result is still unknown! The odds are five to one. I bet on him and he can win this time!"

"...You are a gambler again. Last time, Xue Jing won twelve times the amount of money, but it was not enough. You are playing big again? Damn it."

...

Amid the discussion of the audience, Xue Jing stepped onto the stage.

He carried the fishing rod on his shoulder with one hand and looked up at Zhou Yinglin who was also standing opposite.

Ignoring the photographer who was shooting 360-degree surround shots around him, Xue Jing said softly:

"Zhou Yinglin, you idiot, you dare to stand in front of me, who lent you the courage?"

This time his voice did not spread throughout the venue, only Zhou Yinglin and the referee next to him heard it.

The last time the U19 official added amplification equipment to the match between Xue Jing and Zhou Yinglin for popularity, the conversation between the two was not only spread throughout the venue, but also shown in the live broadcast.

But Xue Jing's mouth... is a bit too much.

He kept calling him idiot, and there were various variations of calling him idiot. With the shocking end of the match, it began to become popular on the Internet.

Many children also saw it, and they learned it quickly, and their personal qualities dropped several levels, causing many parents to complain to U19, so the organizer had to regretfully cancel this session.

Zhou Yinglin held the "embroidery needle", and his face was a little red, not sure if it was because Xue Jing was angry.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised the embroidery needle, pointed the tip of the gun at Xue Jing, and said sternly: "Xue Jing, don't be arrogant, martial arts is not fought with the mouth, I will soon make you speechless."

Since the last match, he has gained a nickname of "moron" on the Internet. Hearing the instigator say this word again, he was a little bit overwhelmed.

Xue Jing was amused, laughed twice, and said: "You can still say such words after being beaten like that, which really makes me speechless."

"If your hand skills are half as hard as your mouth, I am begging you not to kill me now."

As he said, Xue Jing waved the fishing rod in his hand twice to test the feel.

Zhou Yinglin frowned and said: "What's the meaning of you carrying a fishing rod?"

Xue Jing held the fishing rod in his right hand, knocked it against the palm of his left hand, and smiled: "It doesn't mean anything... I just took it when I saw it. Do you think it suits you?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Yinglin was a little confused.

Xue Jing did not explain, the commentator's voice had already sounded.

"...Here it comes, finally here!"

"Zhou Yinglin, who lost in the quarterfinals, successfully resurrected in the loser group, made it to the semifinals, and stood in front of Xue Jing again!"

"A young man with extraordinary talent and a will to never give up, just like an indomitable hero!"

"Can he successfully avenge the great devil who once defeated him? Let us witness the second battle between the hero and the devil!"

"Then, the game... begins!"

The referee stepped forward, waved his hand between the two, and then immediately ran off the stage.

Zhou Yinglin took a step and began to walk slowly around Xue Jing in a circle.

He danced the embroidery needle twice with one hand, and said lightly while walking:

"Xue Jing, this time is different from the last time."

"I have completely seen through your true and false... Do you really think that you are invincible with a few divine secrets?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "That's what you think... So, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Yinglin snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took out a... wind ball from his arms?

It was a light blue, entangled and gathered into a round ball, visible to the naked eye, and was constantly fluctuating and rotating.

Xue Jing was originally in a state of not caring about the game, but the moment he saw this light blue airflow, his expression became serious and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is...

Zhou Yinglin saw Xue Jing's serious expression, as if he had confirmed something, and he couldn't help laughing, and his laughter was very happy.

"You recognize this thing, right? You are scared, right!"

"How dare you, a mere recipient, stand in the ring and pollute the glory of the old martial arts with dirty methods. Today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

Zhou Yinglin seemed to have been holding it in for too long, so he shouted loudly, his voice so excited that it became hoarse and broken, a bit hysterical.

After saying that, he shook his hand hard and received a light blue wheal.

In an instant, light cyan air burst out from his hand, spreading in a ring and spreading throughout the arena.

Xue Jing ignored the increasingly aggressive Zhou Yinglin, but whispered to himself:

"The original wind of all things..."

[GOD-098·The initial wind of all things].

Youqing Ameng entrusted him to steal high-level divine relics with high serial numbers from Xu's Biological Company.

This is a rather special divine relic. Although there is only one serial number, there are actually nine pieces of it...or nine ways.

Each of the nine original winds of all things has the same ability, possessing the power to 'return things to their original state'.

One of the most typical uses is to deal with ‘things from another world’.

For example, people who have alien implants installed on their bodies, people who have practiced new martial arts resulting in physical alienation, people who have received gifts from alien gods resulting in spiritual alienation... being blown by the original wind of all things will temporarily eliminate all traces of alienation on the body. .

To put it simply, if there is this thing, "power that is not one's own" will not be able to be used.

Since the original wind of all things was discovered, it has been scattered all over the world. The nine wind groups have never really gathered together. At present, no one knows what will happen if they gather together to become a 'complete body' and what effect it will have. .

Xue Jing also guessed the reason why Wu Youqing wanted the original wind of all things.

"Where did you get this?"

He asked Zhou Yinglin slowly.

Zhou Yinglin seemed to be quite excited, and consciously understood Xue Jing's pain points. He hummed and laughed a few times, but did not answer directly, but said:

"Those who have attained the Dao will get many help, while those who have lost the Dao will have few. There are many people who want you dead, Xue Jing."

Xue Jing nodded, looking thoughtful.

The original wind of all things in Zhou Yinglin's hand should not be the one in Xu's creature. He and Xu have nothing to do with each other at the moment.

Probably got it from the Secret Martial Society?

Those who are most suitable to use the original wind of all things are those who practice old martial arts. Their strength comes from their own bodies, so they will not be affected at all.

If it is an extreme old martial arts organization like the Secret Martial Society, it is not surprising to have this thing.

"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected harvest...my boss will be very happy."

Xue Jing thought that if she went back with two primordial winds of all things, Wu Youqing's pretty face, which was always calm and calm, might show an expression of shock and joy with eyes wide open...

As he thought about it, a soft smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

This scene was captured by a photographer with a close-up lens and was shown on the big screen in the venue, causing a burst of noise and screams from the audience.

Xue Jing ignored the noise from the outside world, but flicked the fishing rod in his hand and activated the [Soldier Master].

The effect of armament strengthening gradually covers the entire fishing rod, turning it into a magical weapon... Moreover, there is no platinum dyeing.

This is a usage he has experimented with in the past few days. Since stealth assassination weapons such as daggers are also within the scope of [Weapon Master], as long as he thinks about the concealment of the weapons in his hands when using them, the platinum gold The special effects will disappear.

‘Sure enough...even the original wind of all things has no effect on me. ’

Xue Jing thought to herself, pointed the fishing rod in her hand at Zhou Yinglin, and said softly:

"Although you seem to have misunderstood something, I am in a good mood now, and I even want to thank you."

"I'll give you a chance to take action."

Zhou Yinglin sneered, "Pretending!"

"Go to hell, Xue Jing!"

He took a step forward, stabbed out the embroidery needle in his hand, and used it without hesitation to make the embroidery seamless.

This time, he will never lose again. Without the God-given secret technique, the person in front of him is just a thief who has learned it perfectly!

Zhou Yinglin's skin flushed slightly, and there was a faint white steaming mist coming out of Tianling.

The secret medicine he took before the game began to take effect, forcibly boosting his mental calculation ability. At this moment, he had reached the third level of seamlessness - a hundred stitches and a thousand threads!

Even if you are in front of the Grandmaster of Breaking Limits, you have to be extremely cautious under his hundreds of needles and thousands of threads. If you are not careful, you will be punished on the spot!

The needle-like spear in his hand turned into a stream of light, one divided into ten, ten divided into a hundred, and turned into an endless torrent of gun screens, covering Xue Jing's body.

Close, getting closer.

The country guy in front of him, who had brought him great humiliation through cheating, was about to die in his own hands.

Zhou Yinglin felt that his whole body was numb and hot, and he was extremely excited. A hearty feeling was about to pour out and flow throughout his body.

He had a hunch that after killing Xue Jing, he would immediately have a huge breakthrough and reach the true state of a hundred needles and a thousand threads...

And just when the torrent of gun screens was about to drown Xue Jing.

"唰——锵——"

The wind howled and the sound of gold and iron clashed.

Xue Jing waved the ordinary fishing rod in her hand.

The force was so strong that it reached its extreme. A terrifying and irresistible blow came, and Zhou Yinglin's already formed seamless clothes were torn apart in an instant like a piece of tattered clothes.

The torrent of gun curtain dissipated and collapsed, and the embroidery needle flew out, spinning in the air, and inserted into the light blue repulsive film above the ring, causing ripples.

"Varied……!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in disbelief.

That's...a fishing rod?

Why... why does it look like that giant sword?

How is that possible! ?

The hands that were holding the spear went numb for a while, almost losing consciousness, just like how I felt after three days and three nights of stabbing out the spear under the strict supervision of my senior brother when I first started.

What on earth... happened?

In his daze, Xue Jing's voice without any fluctuations sounded in his ears.

"When the opportunity ran out, you tried your best."

As soon as he finished speaking, severe pain suddenly shot up and down his body.

A fishing rod turned into an endless torrent that he was familiar with, covering his body.

"呲呲呲呲呲——"

There was no sharp fishing rod, but it was like a real spear, pricking dense bloody holes in his body one after another.

This was almost exactly the same as the previous game, except that the weapons were different, which made Zhou Yinglin a little confused.

"It's useless to shoot."

"I'm not good at backhand."

"Loose steps."

"Responsive."

Xue Jing held the fishing rod in one hand, lifted Zhou Yinglin off the ground, and held him in the air while muttering something.

"There is no decent place, but you still want to compete with me on the same stage? Just have your sweet dream!"

With the last scolding, Xue Jing fired the hundredth 'gun' with the fishing rod in her hand.

A piece of heavenly feather clothing that was extremely solid and solid appeared and was put on Zhou Yinglin's body.

Zhou Yinglin vomited out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground, looked at the feather coat on his body, and trembled all over: "A hundred... a hundred needles and a thousand threads, how is it possible..."

Xue Jing said: "After practicing for a few more days, I have made some progress. Isn't it normal?"

"What, you can't do it? Genius?"

Zhou Yinglin's falcon-like eyes completely lost their sparkle: "It's impossible, it won't happen, it shouldn't be..."

Xue Jing inserted the fishing rod in her hand into the ground and walked towards Zhou Yinglin. As she walked, she whispered: "Don't you still want to recognize the reality? It doesn't matter, but I regret to inform you now."

"Game time is over again."

Hearing this, Zhou Yinglin suddenly raised his head and looked at Xue Jing, with deep fear in his eyes.

He was half lying on the ground, retreating in a panic, shouting hysterically: "You...don't come over here!"

The sound was so loud that almost the entire audience heard it.

But in everyone's sympathetic eyes, the ruthless demon king who exuded a black thunder pattern approached him and reached out to grab one of his feet.

"Bang--!!"

Zhou Yinglin's entire body was thrown in a semicircle and hit hard on the floor on the other side. The ground was directly exploded into a pile of stone chips, creating a large human-shaped pit.

For a moment, the whites of his eyes rolled up, and he almost fainted. Countless blood burst out from the blood holes all over his body, making people wonder, can the human body hold so much liquid?

"Bang——" "Bang——" "Bang——"

The explosions of human bodies hitting the ground continued to sound. Xue Jing was like wielding a huge human-shaped sword and smashed Zhou Yinglin everywhere. With each sound, the entire super arena faintly shook several times, and the force was very scary.

It wasn't until Zhou Yinglin's bones in his hand were broken into pieces, and he was lying on the ground in a twisted posture like a torn sack, that Xue Jing stopped and let go of the hand holding his ankle.

"As a weapon, the human body is really terrible and difficult to use..."

In the silent Super Arena, Xue Jing's quiet voice spread throughout the venue.

He walked to the side, pulled up the fishing rod stuck on the floor, and swung it fiercely.

The huge force stirred up the airflow, pulling together the light blue initial wind of all things that spread across the arena.

The original wind of all things has the ability to aggregate. Even if it spreads, it will always attract each other. When it stays at a very close distance, it will slowly re-condensate into a ball. Therefore, although it was crushed by Zhou Yinglin, it did not disperse. Staying in the ring.

At this time, Xue Jing waved the fishing rod several times at various angles, forcibly gathering it into a fist-sized wind ball, and held it in one hand.

He looked back at Zhou Yinglin, who had stopped moving, and said calmly:

"I'll take it away."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Zhou Yinglin made no move.

"It seems you agree. Thanks."

After thanking her sincerely, Xue Jing walked towards the contestant channel with her fishing rod intact with one hand.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that the referee swallowed, hurriedly picked up the whistle hanging on his chest, and blew the whistle to end the game.

"Victory...the victory has been decided!"

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(I forgot to set the time. I’m depressed. It’s a waste of a leave request...)