I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 232 His silver-white vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous (4K)

"What do you think, Lao Song?"

In the contestant viewing area, a lazy and somewhat cynical looking boy asked the boy next to him who was standing with his arms folded and a calm expression.

Song Nanxing turned his head and glanced at him, calmly: "What do you mean... Don't call me Old Song, Wei Junwu, I don't know you very well."

Wei Junwu waved his hand: "Look at what you said, who are we fighting against... I mean the sword attack by Xue Jing just now."

Then he added somewhat uncertainly: "Well, it should be considered a 'sword'."

"how do you feel?"

Song Nanxing did not reply at the first time, but was silent for a while before speaking lightly:

"Not suitable."

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

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

“They are two polar opposites…but that’s why it’s so scary.”

Wei Junwu sighed as if he shared the same feeling: "Yes, it's terrible."

There were several other contestants standing next to them, but due to their own low skills, they could hardly understand what the two big guys were talking about.

Song Nanxing looked at the alloy stick fragments scattered all over the arena, his eyes thoughtful.

In his opinion, the key point of Hidden Dragon Style is to focus on one point and reach the pinnacle of penetrating lethality.

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

As for the large door panel in Xue Jing's hand...it can't be said to be an integral part of the finishing touch, but at least it is very different.

But precisely because of this, in the eyes of those who know what's good, they can see how terrifying Xue Jing is.

It is impossible for a normal person to forcibly transform the attributes of an unsuitable ultimate-level move within the body and adapt it to the weapon in his hand.

If an ordinary martial artist dared to do this, he would be seriously injured at best, and paralyzed or even die at worst.

But looking at Xue Jing's calm and composed look as if he didn't take it seriously... it seemed as if he didn't feel the horrible burden that his body had to endure when performing this operation.

"Could it be possible that this person had undergone a super surgery to transform his own body structure?"

"No, everyone needs to undergo a physical examination before the competition begins. Anyone with an abnormality rate of more than 1% cannot enter the competition field."

"Can the original body do this before breaking the limit?"

As 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 calmly, "Are you kidding me?"

"It is impossible to break the 'perfect' at this level... Although Xue Jing did not use his full strength, it seems that he is still some distance away from Zhou Yinglin."

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

"Zhou Yinglin's purpose for joining the U19 team this time is rather odd... I have a rumor, but I don't know if it's true. Old Song, do you have any information? Let's compare them for reference."

Song Nanxing said expressionlessly: "I have no news, you can tell me if you want."

Wei Junwu said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, we are friends, 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 accidentally kill Xue Jing on the field!!"

The sound was so loud that not only Song Nanxing but all the surrounding contestants could hear it, and even the audience in the nearby seats could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, everyone who heard it turned their eyes to Wei Junwu.

Song Nanxing's eyebrows twitched, his face full of confusion.

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

"Hehehe..." Wei Junwu smiled playfully and didn't reply.

The people around were in an uproar.

"Shit, this is big news!"

"How could it be... Come to think of it, the fact that Zhou Yinglin crossed the city circle to participate in the U19 is itself very strange!"

“Is this true or false?”

"No matter whether it's true or not, let's spread it out first!"

……

In the players' lounge, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the ground, with the forgotten giant sword placed on his knees.

He reached out and gently stroked the old and simple sword, feeling the "dong" "dong" sound it made, which was similar to the heartbeat.

He had a similar experience last time, when he felt it with the Futu Knife.

As a result, Futudao sacrificed his life to transform the tangible and mortal sword body into the intangible and immortal sword intent, thus achieving his own secret of the heavenly sword - Sakura Man Yue.

Is this also the case with the Forgotten Greatsword?
Xue Jing felt it carefully for a long time and shook his head.

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

He pondered for a while, stood up, grasped the hilt with both hands, and raised the Forgotten Greatsword horizontally.

Then he slashed diagonally in the air.

The huge sword body cut through the void, stirring up a huge airflow that blew the tables and chairs not far away in the room horizontally by more than ten centimeters.

The cat curled up on the sofa and sleeping smacked its lips, turned over and continued to sleep.

“I always feel like there’s something weird.”

Xue Jing thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any clue, so he shook his head and was too lazy to think about it anymore.

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

A vortex of green light appeared, and Xue Jing placed the Forgotten Giantsword in it. He then put away the Green Rubik's Cube and walked out of the lounge.

He first went to the medical room 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 acted with restraint, although her injuries were serious, her life was not in danger. She 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 cell phone and checked the time. The halftime break was almost over, so he walked towards the player viewing area.

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

Most of them ended in just one or two sentences, except Xue Wan, who sent a lot of messages, all voice messages.

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

"Oudoudou, you fought well. I, Uchiha Wan, would like to call you the strongest!"

"By the way, is Xiaoyin okay? It turns out that Xiaoyin is so pretty. But I still like her when she has muscles. It makes me feel safe..."

“Master, Master, you are so handsome!! Tweet, tweet, tweet!!”

There was also the voice of his young disciple Zong Shichan mixed in, and the smacking sound of simulating a kiss made Xue Jing hold the phone away in disgust.

He only clicked on a few of them and ignored the rest, especially those that took only a few seconds or a minute.

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

Then I turned on the Do Not Disturb function and put my phone back in my pocket.

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

Xue Jing glanced around and found that the contestants were standing in groups of three or four, discussing something enthusiastically.

His appearance seemed to interrupt the contestants' discussion, and everyone looked at him with different expressions.

Xue Jing didn't care. He just randomly chose a place where no one was around and walked over to stand there.

The audience also saw Xue Jing appear from above at this time, and immediately burst into cheers.

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

Just as he was waiting for the game to start, suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.

Xue Jing didn't dodge because he didn't realize the malicious intent. "Old Xue! Thunder Monkey!"

With a teasing voice mixed with unskilled Cantonese, Xue Jing turned to look at the lazy-looking boy and asked in confusion:
"We've met before? You are?"

Wei Junwu took his hand back, touched his chin, and said, "As expected of you, you didn't even recognize me. 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'm Wei Junwu, and I learned from Master Pei Yan of the Fengti Style. It's a good match with the Canglong Style you practice, right? We are meant to be friends!"

Looking at the familiar Wei Junwu, Xue Jing smiled and said:
"Brother Wei, I've heard a lot about you."

Obviously, I don't know him at all... Wei Junwu was choked by this long-admired sentence and said with a smile:
"Old Xue, it seems you are an interesting person... No need to be so distant, 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, I just want to get to know you...see what kind of person is the one that Zhou Yinglin personally came from afar to cause trouble for."

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

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

Xue Jing looked around at the contestants standing around him and found that none of them showed any surprise at 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, he just asked in confusion: "How did you know? What's your purpose?"

Is this to make Zhou Yinglin hesitate to attack him?

Pointless move.

Xue Jing shook his head.

Wei Junwu sighed, "I should be loyal to the person who entrusted me with the task... Alas, I am in big trouble now. I am afraid Zhou Yinglin will come to pick a fight with me."

"Luckily I have someone behind me now!"

Speaking of this, his expression became excited again and he looked very proud.

Xue Jing said softly: "You didn't answer me."

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

"The person involved is too high-ranking. I am not qualified to discuss this with you. You will know it when the time comes."

"Anyway...I'm 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 how it is. It's quite useful."

Wei Junwu moved closer to him and whispered:
"The sword itself is only secondary. Its main function is to serve as a 'reminder'."

Xue Jing's heart moved and he roughly understood it.

Considering that Wei Junwu came for Zhou Yinglin's matter, and the person behind him was the same person who delivered the Forgotten Giantsword, this clue is obviously also related to Zhou Yinglin.

Is this giant sword the way to deal with Zhou Yinglin?
If the sword itself is not the key... then the most obvious feature of this sword is - it is heavy and has great force.

Zhou Yinglin's flawless plan was successfully defeated?

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Do you take me for a child?"

……

After the halftime break, the game started soon.

Immediately after Xue Jing, it was contestant No. 3 and No. 4 who faced off. 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 something from watching the game.

Then there is the matchup between No. 5 and No. 6, and the same thing happens.

And what follows is the most watched game of the day.

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 was also very happy, but!!”

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

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into cheers that 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 us first invite contestant Fan Xuhui!"

Xue Jing looked at the tense-looking young man who walked out of the contestant 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 displayed 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 terrifying thunderous applause drowned out the entire venue.

At the contestant channel, a young man with eyes as sharp as an eagle walked out slowly.

He did not carry any weapons. After entering, he walked around the ring very skillfully. Wherever he went, the audience in that direction would burst into warm cheers.

After he finished showing off, 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 a hexagonal data chart, all of which were undoubtedly 10.

"A true hexagon, a young genius at the highest level, so powerful that the data chart cannot contain it!"

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

Wei Junwu, who was next to Xue Jing, complained, "It's overblown. Why haven't you started yet? It's really annoying."

As if hearing Wei Junwu's complaints, the commentator finally finished the introduction which had been obviously prolonged.

"——Then without further ado, both players are in place, let us witness this exciting match!"

"Game start!"

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

The next moment, the game was over.

It was a rain of spears that covered the sky and the earth.

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

In just a moment, the nine-foot spear held in one hand by Zhou Yinglin produced a torrent of dense spear shadows that were impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

His opponent, a young man named Fan Xuhui, didn't have time to make any move. He slowly fell to the ground with countless bloody holes all over his body.

Zhou Yinglin, pretending to be an expert, 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, there was a young man watching the scene calmly.

His silver-white vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous.

……

(End of this chapter)