I Will Eventually Become A God

"Kiss... kiss?"

"Oh my god, is this true? Could this be intentional?"

"This is definitely intentional! He is a martial artist of what level, how could he make such a low-level mistake of falling on the ground!"

"It's so funny, Demon King Xue's face turned green... As expected of Otogi Suzuka, she easily did what Zhou Yinglin couldn't do in his life."

"Fuck, although the pre-match interview showed that this person had bad intentions towards Xue Jing, he was quite normal when fighting just now. I ignored this for a while and didn't expect to be waiting here!"

"Being good-looking is a torture, even men will stare at him... But as for Otogi Suzuka, although I am a straight person, I really think it's okay."

"This person looks very coquettish... Isn't she a woman dressed as a man?"

"Ahhhhhhh!! A cold and abstinent bottom and a yandere and playful top, and their looks are beyond the sky, can I really eat so well?"

"Oh my god, can I see this without spending money?"

The audience was stunned.

In the contestant viewing area, Yin Muhu was stunned for a long time, then she reached out and patted Wei Junwu's shoulder who was standing next to her.

"You are right..."

Wei Junwu scratched his head.

Although he did say before the game that winning or losing this game is not the key, but that something that is welcome may happen... but he didn't expect it to happen.

He turned his head to look at Song Nanxing next to him.

"Old Song, what do you think?"

Song Nanxing's eyes moved, "... Don't ask me, I don't know anything, and I don't want to say anything."

Wei Junwu touched his chin:

"Mika Suzuka's appearance is really too scary. Old Xue has suffered such a thing... Will the door to a new world be opened?"

On the ring.

Xue Jing reached out and wiped his collarbone.

He looked down at the vermilion lip print on his palm, feeling that the sky was about to fall, and his heart was on the verge of collapse.

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Damn... I was kissed by a man.

No, there is still a chance.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and he looked at the Otogi Suzuka standing next to him.

For some reason, unlike the calm and flirtatious look before, Otogi Suzuka looked a little nervous and shy. When she saw Xue Jing looking at her, she avoided his sight, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she looked like a girl who had done something shy.

Seeing this scene, Xue Jing's eyelids twitched.

Not my friend.

You're not serious, are you?

"Lu-san."

Xue Jing spoke slowly, his voice was hard.

"Tell me, you are actually a woman, but you are a woman who disguised herself as a man in some way. In fact, you are a woman."

Hearing this, Otogi Suzuka's charming face showed apology, and she said softly:

"Gomennasaai (I'm sorry), Xue-kun."

Hearing this apology, Xue Jing sighed and covered his forehead with his palm.

After a while, he put his hand down, his expression returned to normal, and said:

"Okay, then that's it, I'll leave first."

After that, Xue Jing turned around and prepared to leave.

But then, Yuga Suzuka reached out and grabbed his arm, whispering:

"Wait a minute, Xue Jun, you won the championship, there is still a trophy ceremony and post-match speeches, you can't leave for the time being."

Xue Jing turned his strength calmly and shook off Yuga Suzuka's palm holding his arm.

Seeing this, Yuga Suzuka was stunned, and a hint of loss first appeared on his face, but it quickly subsided and smiled:

"Don't be so scared, I won't do anything to you again, Xue Jun, it was just an accident just now."

"I'll leave first... All the glory from now on will belong to you alone."

After Yuga Suzuka finished speaking, she chuckled and turned around, and walked towards the player channel in her direction with her usual elegant posture.

Xue Jing looked at his back, frowned slightly, and inexplicably felt that something was wrong.

But before he had time to think about it, a host in a suit and holding a microphone had already walked onto the stage, followed by several staff members who were carrying a black platform with a golden trophy on it.

Because the stage was badly damaged in the fight between Xue Jing and Mika Suzuka, the ground was uneven, and the host stumbled when he walked over, but luckily he didn't fall.

He walked to Xue Jing's side, raised the microphone, and laughed loudly:

"Hereby announces that the winner of the 37th U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament is - Xue Jing!"

"Please hold the cup, Xue Jing!"

Hearing this, Xue Jing stretched out his hand and raised the golden trophy in front of him.

The trophy is engraved with several slender and exquisite dragons, competing for the dragon ball on the top in different postures, and the base is made of black crystal-like material, slightly transparent, and many positions are engraved with names, which are the names of U19 champions of all generations.

From now on, Xue Jing's name will be engraved on it forever.

He raised the trophy high, and the scene immediately rang out extremely warm applause, which lasted for a long time.

Everyone was looking at the high-spirited young man on the ring.

"Debut is the peak... He won the U19 championship in his first match. How far can he go in the future?"

"It's just U19, what's the peak of this? 'True Dragon' Wan Yulai just debuted not long ago, he is less than 25 years old, right? He swept all the 'small title matches' and got the tickets for the seven major title matches. Demon King Xue still has a long way to go."

"Xue Jing is only seventeen. He may not lose to Wan Yulai at the same age."

"If you count the age of seventeen, Wan Yulai may not be able to defeat Demon King Xue. His current combat power is too exaggerated... But it won't be certain when he is twenty-five. If you don't believe it, Wan Yulai This man is a fucking late-stage hero. The older he gets, the faster he progresses. Can you believe it?”

"The overall level of martial arts masters is improving every year, and the volume is terrible. Those who can win consecutive titles in this era and run towards 'eternal life' are a scary group. I would say that they have a system or something with them. Xin... Although Demon King Xue is powerful, he still has a long way to go before he can compete with these people, or even never reach it. "

"Why are you thinking so much? Anyway, from now on, there will be another top talented player who deserves to be watched all the time. You can watch all the games he participates in and it will make you happy!"

In the arena.

The host smiled and spoke:

"We all know that, Xue Jing, you participated in a martial arts competition for the first time, but you won your first championship directly. How do you feel now?"

With that said, he handed the microphone to Xue Jing.

Xue Jing put the trophy on the table, reached out to take the microphone, thought for a while, and slowly said:

"I can become a martial artist. Standing on this podium, the first thing I want to thank is the master who led me into this world, Li Qi..."

…

By the time Xue Jing finished her speech, received the trophy and bonus, and returned to the player lounge amidst the cheers and applause of the audience, it was already more than half an hour later.

"Xiao Jing!!"

As soon as she came in, Jiang Siwei immediately rushed forward excitedly and hugged Xue Jing tightly. Her slender legs in black stockings and high heels kept dancing, venting her excitement.

"You are great, you are really great, you won the championship!!"

Jiang Siwei was so happy that she even had tears in her eyes.

Xue Jing smiled and hugged her, then patted her back and said:

"Sister Wei, don't be so excited, this is just the beginning."

Jiang Siwei let go of Xue Jing, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, sighed with a smile:

"Yeah, this is just the beginning..."

Xue Jing's eyes suddenly moved and he noticed that there was something in the lounge that was not there before.

He turned around and looked, and saw a beautiful, ancient-looking long knife hanging on a hook on the wall in the corner of the lounge.

The gray-brown handle and scabbard are full of traces of fading and oxidation, exuding a sense of history. It looks very familiar, and it is the [GOD-519 · Unsharpened Blade] in the hands of Okar Suzuka.

"Sister Wei, did Okar Suzuka come here just now?"

Xue Jing walked to the wall and took off the ancient long knife from the hook.

It was hung from the scabbard by a cord.

[Divine substance detected, divinity is being absorbed...]

"No, I've been staying in the lounge and no one has been here."

Jiang Siwei shook her head, and when she saw Xue Jing taking off the Indestructible Blade, she wondered:

"Huh? Is this knife... originally placed in this room? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Xue Jing did not answer, but clicked and pulled out the long knife from its sheath, revealing a small section of the bright silver blade.

Unlike the handle and scabbard, the blade showed no traces of time. It was as smooth as a mirror without a single flaw, easily reflecting Xue Jing's face.

It's like a proud work that has just been forged by a master craftsman. The entire blade is very 'new'.

"The unsharpened blade..."

Xue Jing pulled out the knife completely and stroked the blade, which was nearly one meter three in length including the handle, with her eyes showing affection.

This divine relic that looks like a sword has an extremely simple ability, which is a purely conceptual level of 'never wear out'...

No external force can cause it to change even a particle. This extremely simple ability is what all warriors who use swords dream of.

Who can resist a weapon that will never break, stay sharp and never curl?

Even if Xue Jing has the [Weapon Master], whatever he picks up on the ground is a magic weapon, and the [Incorruptible Blade] is of great significance to him.

"This thing has the characteristic of 'choosing the owner'. When the holder admits in his heart that he has lost to another person, it will be transferred to the winner's hand..."

Xue Jing thought.

According to Jiang Siwei, Suzuka Oga never came to the lounge. It seemed that after he admitted that he lost, the Fushu Blade moved to the lounge to wait for Xue Jing, the new owner.

"Very good...from now on, you will be my sword."

Xue Jing muttered to himself, raising the knife horizontally above his head.

"I have been wandering for so many years. Thank you for your hard work. Don't worry, I will be your last master."

"No one can take it from you."

As if in response to Xue Jing's words, or as if it was just a reflection of the light, the blade of the unsharpened blade flashed with a cold light.

"Click——"

Xue Jing sheathed the knife and picked up the phone.

As soon as the do not disturb mode was released, the phone vibrated continuously, messages on various chat software kept popping up, and there were many missed call reminders.

Just as he was about to start replying, there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Wei, open the door and see who it is."

Xue Jing said.

Jiang Siwei nodded, walked to the door, and opened it.

"Are you guys?"

She looked at the few people standing outside the door in confusion. The leader was a handsome young man.

The young man smiled and said:

"Xue Jing, is Brother Xue here?"

Hearing the voice, Xue Jing turned his head and looked over. His expression remained unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

The person who came was actually——Xu Mude!

……