I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 233: Perfect, the nourishment of the near-god move, the Dragon Cult strikes (4K)

"Perfect... Although I don't think Zhou Yinglin is a very good person, every time I see his flawless skills, I sigh that this is truly the ultimate in human marksmanship."

Wei Junwu said with emotion.

"Zhou Yinglin had already reached the realm of 'Ten Needles and Hundred Threads' a year ago, and now he is even closer to 'Hundred Needles and Thousand Threads'. He can stab out nearly a hundred spears in an instant, and each spear is extremely delicate and exquisite, not inferior to a killing move. One spear can have more than ten variations, and any reaction of the opponent cannot escape the changes."

He looked at Xue Jing beside him and said, as if hinting at something:

"If you take him as your opponent, you absolutely cannot think of competing with him in martial arts skills. Perfection is the pinnacle of human skill. In terms of the field of 'skills' alone, there is no one better than him. It is impossible to find his flaws. The only way is to think of other ways..."

Xue Jing didn't reply.

The indifferent silver-white vertical pupils gradually faded, and the pupils returned to their normal shape. Xue Jing turned his head and glanced at Wei Junwu, saying without comment:
"Oh? Really."

Seeing that he didn't agree and seemed to have other ideas, Wei Junwu said anxiously:

"Old Xue, you really have to stop being so stubborn... I know you are very strong, and you didn't use your full strength in the previous match, but Zhou Yinglin is definitely an opponent you have never met before. He didn't even use one-third of his strength on the court just now. You must not underestimate him..."

Xue Jing said: "I didn't underestimate him."

Having said that, he turned and walked towards the entrance.

"You guys...are underestimating me."

Wei Junwu was stunned when he heard Xue Jing's last words, which sounded light and weightless.

……

Xue Jing was on his way to the lounge.

His purpose of watching the fight was to get information about Zhou Yinglin's 'flawless' martial arts. Now that his goal has been achieved, the fights of other players are no longer important.

"The person behind Wei Junwu, the one who sent the Forgotten Giant Sword to me... could it be Senior Sister Zhu or someone related to her? Or is it simply some unknown big shot who sees my potential and wants to help me?"

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head.

"It's true that this person has good intentions towards me, but I don't like the way he does it."

he said to himself.

Many people have had this experience: you are faced with a problem that you can clearly handle and will resolve in a short while, but suddenly someone next to you gives you a solution to the problem.

You could have thought of this "method" yourself, but after the other person said it, when you tried to solve the problem, it seemed as if you had solved it with the other person's help.

It would be fine if the other person was someone who didn't care about such trivial matters, but if he was a master at taking credit, with a smug look on his face as if all the credit for solving the problem lay with him, then it would be very annoying.

Xue Jing didn't want to be kidnapped by this kind of favor that was not a favor.

It was as if he didn't need to forget the greatsword, and without this 'hint' he would not be able to defeat Zhou Yinglin.

He opened the skill panel and glanced at [Military Strike] in the regular skill column.

[Sublimation conditions:
One,? ? ? ? ?
...]

The sublimation conditions that were all question marks had still not been met, but for some reason, Xue Jing always felt that this option seemed a little brighter than before, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

After returning to the lounge, Xue Jing reached out and picked up the cat that was sleeping on the sofa, moved it to the side, and then sat cross-legged on the sofa.

He closed his eyes, and his powerful spiritual consciousness made his mind return to a calm state. His mind slowly sank and began to simulate consciousness.

In the consciousness space, endless pixel blocks began to construct a simulated scene, and soon, the large arena of the super arena was completed.

Xue Jing himself immediately appeared on the stage. As soon as he thought about it, a figure with hawk-like sharp eyes slowly appeared not far in front of him.

Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin, snapped his fingers, and added a nine-foot spear to his hand.

At level 8 [Visualization·Truth], the conscious creation has become vivid and almost has a real self. Zhou Yinglin looked at Xue Jing in front of him, with a hint of murderous intent in his sharp eyes.

The extremely high spiritual energy level made this murderous intent materialize in the outside world. The air vibrated and distorted, and Xue Jing immediately realized that his exposed skin seemed to be slowly cut by a sharp wind blade, and he felt a faint pain.

Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin and said softly, "Come, do what you want to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yinglin stepped forward without any hesitation, and shot out with his gun like a dragon!
Like a rain curtain or a torrent, the shadows of guns poured down towards Xue Jing.

“Swish, swish, swish—!!”

The air wailed and screamed, and the countless air currents that were swept away were like countless giant snakes dancing wildly.

Unlike Zhou Yinglin who had held back in the previous arena, at this moment, 'he' was the one Xue Jing had imagined, attacking with all his might and murderous intent.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to hide from it, and no way to stop it.

Looking at the torrent of gunfire approaching him, Xue Jing suddenly realized something.

At this moment, almost any action he made was useless. Any defensive moves, deflection moves, and shock moves were all useless under this absolutely tight blockade without any gaps.

Any counterattack would be dissolved and broken by this peak of ingenuity, like a feather robe from heaven falling from the air without any cracks on it.

Xue Jing had no intention of fighting back. He just stood there quietly, without even using basic strength to defend himself. Instead, he emptied his whole body and fully experienced the impending attack.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

In an instant, his entire body was pierced with countless blood holes, and then he turned into a pool of minced meat. Finally, even the minced meat was pierced into smaller pieces.

The next moment, countless small pixels rotated and combined, and Xue Jing appeared on the stage again intact.

"……I see."

He touched his chin, thoughtfully.

"No wonder this martial art is known as the best in the world... It is indeed very difficult."

At the moment of being hit, Xue Jing felt the subtle changes in force and energy when each bullet pierced his body, and was truly shocked.

That's beyond description.

Every shot has a change in force equivalent to a killing move level, which is equivalent to solving a complex advanced math problem.

There are hundreds and thousands of such math problems, one after another, and they are even interconnected. The answer to one question requires reference to another question, and the answer to another question requires reference to several other questions.

The various extremely complex and ever-changing methods of exertion are actually all interconnected and indispensable, and finally all the math problems must be combined together to derive the final answer.

"This kind of martial arts requires extremely terrifying qualifications..."

"It's not the physical qualifications, but the spiritual qualifications."

"The calculation and precision required would overload the brains of ordinary martial artists after just two stabbings."

Xue Jing let out a breath.

The seamless changes in the use of energy were too complicated. He had to pay the price of his own 'death' to experience it in detail, but he still couldn't remember even one thousandth of the changes.

This was the first time he encountered such a difficult martial art since he learned consciousness simulation.

"But... the best skill in the world?"

"I'm afraid it's too early."

“It is complex, but still within the normal range. It cannot be called the ‘ultimate exploration of human skills’.”

Xue Jing clenched his fists and muttered to himself.

In his future martial arts vision and plan, there is a "near-god move" that can only be achieved with the absolute control of the power of the [True Martial Body] as a prerequisite.

With the stable performance of [Zhenwu] which will never go wrong, you can dissolve any martial arts moves that come your way.

Any martial arts in the world, and even all physical injuries, once they touch him, will be thoroughly analyzed and understood by him in an instant, and then he will completely resolve them with completely opposite strength.

Absolute defense in the true sense... this is truly the best skill in the world!

"This 'Perfect Fit' is a good move. If I can understand this complex movement of energy thoroughly, it will greatly help me build the foundation for the 'Near God Move'."

"It is worthy of being the top martial arts of the Eternal Title holder. The amount of martial arts knowledge contained in it is terrifying."

"continue."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers and continued to let Zhou Yinglin come forward and shoot a torrent of spear shadows at him. In this way, Xue Jing quickly absorbed everything from Tian Yi Wu Mei in an exaggerated way that Zhou Yinglin could not even imagine.

Two hours later, he felt his head swelling and his consciousness was beginning to fail.

Xue Jing exited the consciousness space and rubbed his aching brain.

"This extreme way of learning, which costs one's life, consumes too much mental energy."

It is difficult to learn perfection in the first place, and it requires constant high-intensity calculation and memory. The pain and fear brought by "death" are also a great burden on the mind.

Therefore, even though [Visualization·Truth] has reached a high level of Lv8, the consciousness simulation cannot last for too long.

However, the results are still very encouraging.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…Zhenwu experience points +1262]

[…Attack experience +1679]

[…Visualization·True Experience Value+1388]

This is the gain of panel experience, which is quite good in non-actual combat situations.

The key is still seamless learning progress.

Xue Jing estimated that he had probably grasped one percent of the essence.

The numbers may seem small and slow, but they are not.

With this 1% foundation, he will be able to practice flawlessly faster and faster, forming a snowball effect that will only get bigger and bigger.

It is not impossible to learn it perfectly within a few days.

"You're awake."

Maomao yawned beside him, with droopy eyelids, and said as if he was still sleepy.

It stood up, put its two front paws forward, arched its body and raised its butt high, stretching like a cat.

"It looks like the game over there is over."

Xue Jing reached out and picked her up, put her on his shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Let's go, go back."

He picked up his phone and took a look, skipping the countless messages from Xue Wan and opening the message from Ning Yuantai.

[Brother Xue, I see you are resting, so I don’t dare to disturb you. I will go back to the car first. When you want to go back, just come to the parking lot.]

Xue Jing sent him an 'OK' emoticon, then put the phone back in his pocket, left the lounge, and walked out of the arena.

Although the game had ended for nearly half an hour, the audience had not yet been evacuated, and there were still a few people wandering around the square at the entrance of the arena.

Xue Jing's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. He had already activated the 'breath blocking' state, and his presence was no different from that of a passerby.

After walking out of the gate, Xue Jing was about to walk towards the parking lot.

At this moment, he suddenly stopped.

"...Teacher Wan, what's wrong?"

Xue Jing turned and looked at Maomao.

In other words, looking at its silver-white snake-killing spearhead's front claws, it hurt his shoulder slightly.

Maomao looked at her paws thoughtfully, and spoke in a childish girl's voice:

"There's something weird nearby."

Xue Jing paused for a moment, then calmly asked, "Coming for us?"

"Probably."

"The target is us, and it can also make the 'Snake Killer' feel stressed..."

Xue Jing and Maomao looked at each other and said at the same time: "Dragon Cult."

"What should we do?" asked the cat.

Xue Jing glanced at the sparse crowd around him, thought for a moment, and said:

"Let's change places..."

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Ning Yuantai: [Wait a moment, I have something to deal with.]

Ning Yuantai immediately replied with an emoticon, which was a Q version bear bowing with the subtitle "OK".

After putting his phone away, Xue Jing took a step and instantly rose from the ground, flew dozens of meters, and jumped onto the bowl-shaped edge of the super arena.

The focus of his pupils fluctuated and he looked around quickly.

Soon, in the northwest direction, we saw a large park with few people.

The next moment, without any movement, he suddenly disappeared from the spot.

As he left, several figures in black robes emerged from the surrounding cover and stared at each other.

"Ran?"

"He can't run away. The 'Spell' has locked on him... The cat on his shoulder is Ning Fengwan, the leader of the Qingcheng branch sect."

"Be careful, you have to keep her alive and try not to hurt her."

"This is someone who may become the 'Virgin Mary' in the future."

"Let's go, catch up..."

After a brief conversation, several dark shadows followed one of the leaders and rushed towards the northwest.

……

As night fell, darkness slowly enveloped the sky.

Yuancheng, Area B9, Mengze Park.

A figure descended diagonally into the center of the park like a meteor.

It was obviously moving at a very fast speed and with great momentum, but when it landed, it was almost silent. It only made a slight rustling sound when it stepped on the grass, as if it had no weight.

"Pre-war preparation time..."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers.

In the shadows, countless black air currents gathered and wrapped around his body, transforming into gorgeous shadow flame armor. Even the cat on his shoulder was wearing a suit of black flame cat armor.

Then he took out a black walnut-sized dragon cherry seed and threw it on the ground.

Since he had no idea about the fighting strength of the people from the Dragon Cult, he planned to give it his all.

The dragon cherry seeds took root in the ground and quickly drilled into the soil. Then, black roots emerged from the soil and soon turned into a big black tree.

The big tree extends into countless branches, and endless silver cherry blossoms bloom on it, which is a beautiful sight.

This dragon cherry tree is not huge, and is similar to other trees in the park, blending in seamlessly.

Xue Jing looked at the few small black dots rushing across the sky in the distance and said to himself:

"As usual, there should be a greeting gift."

He looked around, searching for his target, and soon his eyes lit up when he found a fine stone.

……

(End of this chapter)