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Chapter 231: Great Sword Secret: Jingzhe, You Did Your Best, the Sound of Your Heartbeat (4K)

Yin Muhu slid down and squatted on the ground, leaning his back against the repulsive membrane that was constantly rippling. He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:

"The secret of Hidden Dragon Style... it lives up to its reputation."

Xue Jing did a backflip in the air and landed on the ground. He looked at Yin Muhu and was relieved to see that she was in good spirits.

He was really worried that he might accidentally kill Yin Muhu.

"Sister Yin, how are you doing? Can you still hold on?"

Xue Jing spoke softly.

"What are you talking about, Brother Xue." Yin Muhu raised the corners of her mouth with an excited smile that was totally inconsistent with her appearance as a beautiful girl at the moment, "Isn't this just the beginning?"

That is the smile of a warrior.

That’s right, at this moment, she can be called——Sailor Moon! (X
Although there was a hole in her stomach, the golden aura burning all over her body did not diminish at all, perhaps because of the 'Vajra Freedom and Self-nature'.

Yin Muhu stood up, and the muscles in his abdomen squirmed. The spiral wound on his abdomen actually rotated and slowly closed together, forcibly closing itself and stopping the bleeding.

She walked slowly to the edge of the arena with her long, toned legs.

There were three full rows of weapon racks.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, spears, clubs... not only the traditional cold weapons of the Chinese, but also foreign ones, such as the Western-style broadsword, the eagle-wing axe, the rhino-horn sickle, the flame-shaped sword, the seven-branched knife...

There's even an Aztec 'maquahuit' (obsidian saw sword).

This is the weapon provided by the U19 organizers to the contestants.

Due to its unrestricted rules, U19 allows participants to bring their own weapons, but it is inevitable that some participants do not bring their own weapons for various reasons.

For example, some people are so confident that they can fight with bare hands, but they regret it when they see their opponent holding a knife.

Therefore, in the U19 arena, there are always many weapons available for players to use... Of course, few people will actually use them.

After all, the quality of these weapons can only be described as satisfactory.

"Brother Xue, I've already lost in the fist-and-kick contest, so let's compete with weapons next."

Yin Muhu pulled out an alloy stick that reached his eyebrows from the weapon rack, with a hint of seriousness on his pretty face.

Comparing weapons... She knew this was definitely not a good idea.

Xue Jing attacked three times in the Fengcheng elimination round, using a knife twice. He even possessed a rather outrageous knife technique that was terrifyingly powerful.

Everyone who had seen him compete knew that he was by no means a fist-and-kick fighter who was better with bare hands than with weapons, but a weapons master who also had profound knowledge of the art of blades.

Yin Muhu turned his eyes and glanced at the old giant sword standing in the center of the arena.

If this kind of heavyweight weapon, which looks extremely terrifying at first glance, were to be wielded by a warrior as strong as Xue Jing... it makes my scalp tingle just thinking about it.

According to common sense, the best option now is to just fight with Xue Jing, and try not to let him remember that he brought a weapon with him...

However, after the battle just now, Yin Muhu has fully understood how big the gap is between himself and Xue Jing.

Even though he used the self-sacrificing skill of 'Self-Form', which increased his combat power several times, when facing Xue Jing, it was still like facing an unfathomable abyss, and he could not find the opponent's upper limit at all.

In terms of pure fist and kick fighting, she definitely can't win.

In this case, I should just follow my original idea and give it my all without any regrets.

Faced with this request, Xue Jing had no objection.

He nodded, walked to the Forgotten Greatsword, stretched out his right hand, and grasped the hilt.

The old and ancient sword exudes an inexplicable and unpredictable majesty, like an old general in his twilight years, with his remaining power still lingering.

"Faced with Yin Muhu's suggestion, Xue Jing took up his weapon!"

The passionate voice of the commentator rang out in the venue.

"According to the data measured before the game, this is a terrifying giant sword weighing 2,212 kilograms. For ordinary martial artists, it is quite difficult to even lift it, let alone use it as a weapon..."

"This is a terrifying weapon that looks like it was designed to fight some giant creature. It's hard to imagine how a fragile human body can withstand a blow of this weight. This performance is totally excessive!"

Backstage at the Super Arena, the U19 general manager’s office.

Zhou Yinglin sat in the boss chair, with his elbows resting on the armrests on both sides, his palms together, looking at the live broadcast of the game in front of him.

When he saw Xue Jing reaching out to grasp the giant sword and heard the commentator's introduction to the weight of the weapon, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Is it a coincidence... or is it intentional?"

His sharp hawk-like eyes revealed a look of thought and doubt.

"The only flaw in 'Perfectly Fitted' that is not considered a flaw... How could this country bumpkin from the outer ring know about it?"

"Is there someone with great power guiding him?"

Zhou Yinglin thought for a while and then shook his head.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's useless even if he knows. He can't do that kind of trick."

Zhou Yinglin said to himself.

On the ring, Xue Jing slowly pulled out the old giant sword.

The two-meter-three-meter-long sword body was so huge that it covered Xue Jing's entire body.

"Qianglang——"

As the giant sword was pulled out, there was a crisp sound and a stream of air suddenly spread out.

A terrifying feeling of oppression emanated from Xue Jing's entire body.

He held the huge sword in one hand and danced it in the air, making a dull whirring sound. Then he pointed the tip of the sword at Yin Muhu and spoke softly:

"Yin sister, are you ready?"

Yin Muhu's eyes widened slightly and he murmured:
"This is no joke."

She swallowed and also danced with the stick, assuming a stance.

The golden flame steam is still blazing, and the accumulation of 'self-image' is still sufficient, so she can fight for a long time... But this can't bring her any sense of security.

Yin Muhu felt numb all over as if she was being pricked by countless needles...it was the martial artist's keen physical instinct that was reminding her.

Dangerous, very dangerous, extremely dangerous.

The danger of dying in an instant if you are not careful.

Instinct was urging her on like crazy.

Run away, run away quickly.

Regardless of everything, get away from that man immediately.

If she were an animal without the ability to think, she would have run away for an unknown distance by now, driven by instinct.

"But the most crucial difference between humans and animals...is the courage to take a step forward in the face of fear."

"This step is called courage."

A determined look appeared on Yin Muhu's beautiful face, and he raised his foot and slowly moved forward.

One step, two steps...

The audience at the scene couldn't help but hold their breath as they watched the thin female warrior slowly but firmly approach the terrifying demon king.

"The Four Guardians of the World - Doraza!"

Yin Muhu waved the stick in his hand, his aura became more and more fierce, and red and gold colors appeared in his pupils.

"The Four Guardians of the World - Bishamon!" "The Four Guardians of the World - Biliuri!"

As the killing move was unleashed, strange phenomena began to appear on Yin Muhu's body.

"Vajra Free, Heavenly King Appearance!"

The golden aura wrapped around Yin Muhu suddenly took shape and turned into a ten-meter-tall statue of a king wearing armor, with a ferocious face and six arms.

This was a bizarre scene like the "Dharma Image" in myths and legends, which made the audience amazed and excited.

Xue Jing was also watching this scene, but his heart was not too shaken.

With his keen eyesight, he could tell that this 'Heavenly King' was just an illusion, passively formed under the influence of Yin Muhu's spirit, and was not a real entity.

But it is indeed remarkable, having reached the profound realm where spiritual will affects the senses of others.

"Brother Xue, take this!"

Yin Muhu shouted loudly, leaped up, and with the force of splitting Mount Hua, he raised the stick in his hand to the level of his eyebrows and chopped towards Xue Jing in mid-air!

The air flow was turbulent, and the terrifying power caused the air around the stick to be swept away, forming a vacuum.

Facing this blow that was enough to break an armored vehicle, Xue Jing's expression did not change, he just said softly:

"Well done, you tried your best, Yinmei."

He clenched his right hand, exerted his strength, and a real dragon emerged from his body, letting out a dragon roar that shook the sky.

The skin, flesh, tendons, bones and blood all circulated, the secret was concentrated but not released, and all the strength was poured into the right arm.

Spiral indentations spread from his shoulders, gradually spread over his entire body, gathered at the tips of his fists, and flowed into the old giant sword.

This was the first time he used a weapon to perform the "eye-opening" technique.

However, the Forgotten Greatsword itself has a low compatibility with the Focus, and does not have strong penetrating damage.

Therefore, Xue Jing had an idea, and with the absolute control of his own strength with his Zhenwu body, he forcibly transformed the penetrating attribute of "Pointing the Eye" into pure striking force.

Even so, the pure lethality has been greatly reduced, but the move itself belongs to the realm of mystery. Although it has lost the penetrating attribute, its power is still extremely strong.

Coupled with the terrifyingly heavy weight of the weapon in his hand, the power of this attack is even greater than that of "Empty-handed Attack", and the scope of application of the strike-type damage is also wider!
This move is called——

"Secret: Jingzhe."

Xue Jing held the old giant sword in one hand and swung it.

A great sound is silent, an elephant is invisible. The sword he swung had almost no special effects, just like a child sweeping a huge plastic toy, which pales in comparison to the huge noise made by Yin Muhu.

But, contrary to appearances, it was a completely unstoppable blow.

Like a big tree sweeping away ants, a wheel rolling over a mantis, and a stone piercing an eggshell.

The alloy stick that reached his eyebrows shattered the moment it came into contact with the old, edgeless sword.

Starting from the tip, it quickly spread backwards. Yin Muhu's hands that were grasping the stick were cut by the iron spike fragments. The entire stick turned into a rain of iron fragments, which shot everywhere and hit the repulsive membrane wrapped around the arena, creating countless ripples.

In the silence of the whole audience, Yin Muhu looked down at his trembling hands.

Both of her palms were covered in blood and scratches, and there was a rectangular wound of torn flesh on the palm, deep enough to see the bone. That was where she had just held the stick.

The clothes between her chest and abdomen had been torn apart, revealing her snow-white skin with an uneven surface.

The muscles, internal organs, and bones inside were shattered beyond recognition.

This was the result of being lightly touched by Xue Jing's 'Qingzhe'.

This extremely exquisite distance control was mainly aimed at the eyebrow-high stick in her hand. The tip of the sword only slightly brushed against her body and did not even touch her. It was only the vacuum shock created by the sword near her that grazed her.

If the sword really hit her, there would probably be only a pile of minced meat left on the scene.

Yin Muhu showed a convinced expression and said, "I lost."

After saying this, the golden aura around his body dissipated and he slowly fell to the ground.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah—"

The audience suddenly erupted into warm applause that shook the entire venue.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"Too strong! Is this Xue Jing really a martial artist from the outer ring?"

"He didn't even use his full strength, it seems like his clothes weren't even messed up!"

"A huge sword weighing more than 2,000 kilograms is like a twig in his hand!"

"With this feeling of oppression, I'm going to take a big gamble and bet on him to be the champion!"

"I originally thought this Yin Muhu was just here to make up the numbers, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

Amid the noise, the repulsive membrane dissipated, and the medical team that had been on standby nearby immediately rushed over and began to provide emergency first aid measures to Yin Muhu.

Xue Jing swung the giant sword in his hand to the side with a slight movement, and looked at Yin Muhu and said softly: "It is indeed a good surprise."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the contestant passage and left.

"The winner...the winner has been decided!"

"A clash of geniuses, a collision of mysteries, Xue Jing overpowered Yin Muhu and won the final victory, proving that his pre-match 'boasting' was not just bluster!"

The passionate voice of the commentator continued, gradually fading away in Xue Jing's ears.

He came to the backstage waiting area, Jiang Siwei and Ning Yuantai were already waiting there. When he saw Xue Jing, Ning Yuantai immediately shouted excitedly:
"Brother Xue is awesome!"

"Sister Yin, too. I didn't expect her to be so strong. What a pity! If she hadn't run into Brother Xue, she might have had a chance to make it to the quarterfinals!"

Ning Yuantai sighed.

Jiang Siwei also clapped happily and said, "Did you hear the applause from the audience just now? Xiaojing, you are so proud this time... The inner ring is not the outer ring. It is not easy to get the recognition of the inner ring audience."

Xue Jing waved his hand and said:
"Okay, I'll take a break first and go watch other people's games later."

The finals are different from the knockout rounds. Those who can participate are basically very capable... After the fight with Yin Muhu, Xue Jing deeply realized this.

We can't just ignore them like we did in the knockout rounds. We have to see if there's anything worth learning from them and steal a few tricks.

Of course, the most important goal is to steal Zhou Yinglin's "Perfect".

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…Exciting duel, Zhenwu experience points +1668]

[…Aiming experience +963]

[…Acting experience points +888]

[…Attack experience +2067]

……

After looking at a row of quite rich experience points, Xue Jing closed the panel.

He held the Forgotten Giant Sword in his hand, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart.

"Boom-"

He seemed to hear once again the beating heartbeat of the weapon in his hand.

……

(End of this chapter)