I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 239: The move to approach God, 'Return to Nothingness', the angry cat, the touched Yin Muhu (4K)

(There was a stupid mistake in the previous chapter. The total number of divinity held by the protagonist was miscalculated, which was less than a thousand. It has been corrected, so you don’t have to look back.)
[Possess divinity: 3802]

The museum trip had an unexpected gain, killing several borderland creatures that contained divinity, including a 'Furnace Noble Species' of quite rare strength, and a total of about 1,600 divinities were obtained.

Combined with the previous gains from the Forgotten Greatsword and the killing of two recipients of the Dragon Cult, Xue Jing's divinity reached more than three thousand points.

"There are a thousand points here that cannot be moved... I have a premonition that [Weapon Strike] is about to sublimate, and the feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"But minus one thousand only leaves two thousand eight... still not enough to upgrade Shadow Flame."

Xue Jing glanced at the lonely [Zhenwu] on the extraordinary skill column on the panel.

【Zhenwu Lv2 (Extraordinary)】

[Required for upgrading: Experience value 10361/20000, Divinity 3802/1000]

"Zhenwu still needs about 10,000 experience points to continue leveling up."

"There is no need to upgrade the Twins, Plant Contract, and Dragon Horn for the time being... I am in an awkward period where I have money but not enough money to spend it."

Xue Jing shook his head and closed the panel.

I was planning to take a break and recuperate before continuing to practice consciousness simulation seamlessly.

At this time, the cat, who was squatting on the sofa next to him and playing with his phone with his cat paws, said:

"It seems like the matter between you and Zhou Yinglin has gotten out of hand."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing turned around and glanced at the news report on his mobile phone screen.

[The purpose of Zhou Yinglin, the disciple of the "Spear Saint", joining the U19 is to kill the outer circle talents? 】

The news first gave a detailed description of Zhou Yinglin's resume, explaining his high status and his participation in the "Little Dragon Gate Cup" of the same nature as the U19. From any perspective, he had no motivation to travel thousands of miles to participate in the U19, which led to the subsequent discussion of Zhou Yinglin's real purpose.

It also introduced who Xue Jing was, describing how amazingly talented he was as a genius who grew up in the outer ring, and finally the breaking point of the news was revealed when U19 finals contestant, Fengtiliu Wei Junwu, publicly said, "Zhou Yinglin's purpose in participating in the U19 was to beat Xue Jing to death under the legitimate pretext of pretending to have missed the shot."

The level of word choice and emotional guidance in the entire article are quite superb, and it is obvious that it was written by a veteran.

The popularity is also quite hot, and the number of comments under the report has reached more than 100,000.

"Huh? Is this matter so big?" Xue Jing said casually.

His phone was not equipped with a 'supernet connector' so he could only access the old network.

Given the degree of isolation between the inner ring and the outer ring, it was a bit beyond his expectations that something that happened in the inner ring would be transmitted to the outer ring's old network so quickly and become extremely popular.

It doesn't feel like normal transmission, but more like someone is deliberately pushing it.

Xue Jing shook his head and said:
"What a waste of time... Do you expect Zhou Yinglin to be cautious?"

He didn't know whether Zhou Yinglin would be affected, but his own fist was almost hard.

They really treated him like a child. The person who did this either looked down on him or thought too highly of Zhou Yinglin.

Now he really had no choice but to pretend to be cool.

Thinking of this, Xue Jing suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"No... If you think about it the other way around, maybe this is the purpose of the 'pusher'."

"Giving me the Forgotten Greatsword, telling me the flaws in my perfect plan, and letting Wei Junwu make public statements to try to make Zhou Yinglin hesitate... These actions seemed to be helping me and taking care of me, but in fact, it might be the opposite."

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

"You did this on purpose...are you trying to stimulate my 'youthful spirit' and force me to prove myself?"

"That may be the case...but it may also be that I am just overthinking it."

Maomao swiped the comments on the news on his phone with his paws and frowned:

"It's so rare that you're the one being criticized. It seems that Zhou Yinglin has a lot of fans."

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and saw some comments such as [No, Zhou Yinglin is at what level, and Xue Jing is at what level, please don't force yourself on me, okay?] [Wei Junwu wouldn't say such bullshit unless he had a cerebral thrombosis for ten years, how can Xue Jing be qualified to deserve Zhou Yinglin to come and beat him up? I'm almost laughing at my prostate fluid] [Let's talk about it when we can make it to the quarterfinals and meet Zhou Yinglin, but don't make it to the quarterfinals and make a fool of ourselves] and so on.

Most of the arguments focus on the fact that Xue Jing is not of the same level as Zhou Yinglin.

These are still considered rational analyses, but more people just started to abuse Xue Jing, the "little Karami who doesn't know his own limitations".

Completely ignoring the fact that Xue Jing himself didn't say anything.

Xue Jing had no emotional reaction to this kind of online violence. He just thought that these people were either too idle or too full.

The cat became angrier and angrier as he looked at it, and his paws became stiff.

She began to tap on the screen to make comments to defend Xue Jing and argue with others, but she was soon outnumbered and her hair stood on end at the ridicule.

"The fact that there is no real-name registration system for surfing the Internet has saved you... otherwise I would have come to your doorsteps one by one to scratch your faces!"

Her delicate cat face showed anthropomorphic gnashing of teeth.

Seeing the cat's claws scratching the phone screen, Xue Jing quickly reminded:
"Be careful, it's very troublesome to change the screen."

The cat retracted its claws and said angrily:

"Ah Jing, you must beat up Zhou Yinglin! Act like a big shot and beat up the faces of these idiots who can only type on the keyboard!"

Xue Jing smiled and patted her furry little head, and said comfortingly, "Okay, okay, don't be angry, don't look at your phone, I'll make something for you to eat."

The cat angrily swept the phone aside with its front paw.

……

The next day, in the consciousness space, on the big stage of the super arena, Xue Jing stood in the center of the stage with his eyes closed, his whole body empty, without any movement.

On the opposite side, Zhou Yinglin was holding a nine-foot-long spear, performing the "Holding the Pipa" stance, one of the twenty-four spear techniques, with the tip of the spear pointed directly at Xue Jing.

After a long confrontation, Zhou Yinglin moved.

The shadow of the gun turned into a torrent curtain, flooding towards Xue Jing like a huge wave. The almost endless subsequent changes blocked all retreat routes and defensive positions, leaving only the option of fighting hard.

But Xue Jing still did not move, and did not even use his strength. He just emptied his body, waiting for the torrent of gunfire to hit him.

Just when the first bullet was about to hit Xue Jing, infinitely close to his skin.

His consciousness was concentrated to the extreme, and he instantly understood everything about the shot, including its force, route of force, and all possible subsequent changes.

Then, the body moved instinctively.

The force started to flow, and it was exactly the same as the force of the gun, but a completely opposite force was generated and gathered precisely at the point where the gun hit.

To the outside world, Zhou Yinglin's shot was just like a light touch on Xue Jing's body, causing no harm at all. It only made a crisp "ding" sound and created a circle of air waves.

Then came the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...

Xue Jing, who had insight into the subsequent changes, concentrated the opposite force on the parts hit by the gun to resolve them.

As a result, there were continuous crisp sounds of "ding ding ding ding", but Xue Jing was not hurt at all. It was not until the twelfth shot that Xue Jing's consciousness could not keep up, and he was a beat slower, and his physical strength was also a step slower, and a small bloody hole was pierced.

Once they started to fail to keep up, they were defeated all the way and were pierced into pieces by dozens of bullets.

Small blocks of pixels rotated and gathered together, and Xue Jing was resurrected and appeared on the stage.

He nodded and said:

"The Near-God Technique - 'Return to Nothingness' has begun to show results. My idea is indeed achievable. It can even eliminate the complex and perfect spear technique like Perfection."

"Although this is because I have a very deep understanding of 'Perfect Protection'. If I were to use a martial art that I had never been exposed to before, I would not be able to do this."

"But as my understanding of martial arts gradually improves, one day I will be able to understand all martial arts in the world at a glance. By then, even if it is a martial arts attack that I have never seen before, I will be able to understand it instantly and eliminate it instantly."

He clenched his palms, and small pixels spun and gathered, and a nine-foot steel gun appeared in his palm.

Then he walked in front of Zhou Yinglin.

"Perfectly made, with ten stitches and a hundred threads."

“Swish, swish, swish, swish—!!”

With a flash of cold light, the gun shot out like a dragon, stabbing towards Zhou Yinglin like a rain curtain.

"Ding ding ding ding——"

Zhou Yinglin fought back with the same flawless skill. After the sounds of fifteen gun tips colliding, Xue Jing stopped shooting.

This is his current limit, fifteen shots.

Compared to the ten shots I learned yesterday when I just started practicing 'Ten Needles and a Hundred Threads', there are five more shots.

Xue Jing nodded and said, "You are making good progress. Let's keep practicing."

Xue Jing spent the entire day immersed in the practice of consciousness simulation.

Take a rest when you have overdrawn your mental energy, and continue when you are well rested.

With the help of his professional sparring partner Zhou Yinglin, Xue Jing undergoes extremely high-intensity cheating-level training that disregards life and death. His progress is so fast that it is unimaginable.

By the time the day of the round of 16 arrived, Xue Jing's flawlessness had reached the level of the 25th shot.

The number of perfect shots that could be neutralized by "Fanwu" also reached twenty-one.

This means that the first twenty-one shots fired by Zhou Yinglin himself were equivalent to non-existence to him.

At this time, only three days had passed since he had mastered the skill perfectly.

In a situation that no one could have imagined, in just three days, Xue Jing had almost stripped Zhou Yinglin of his underwear.

Near noon, Xue Jing, picked up by Ning Yuantai, once again arrived at the Yuancheng Super Arena.

When I opened the door to the players' lounge, there were already two people inside.

Jiang Siwei and...Yin Muhu.

Xue Jing looked at the beautiful, somewhat thin figure, was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"Yin sister, are you feeling better?"

At this time, Yin Muhu was wearing a very tight martial arts uniform with bandages wrapped around his entire waist and abdomen. His slender waist set off the breathtaking presence of his plump breasts. Although his pair of fleshy long legs were covered by trousers, his graceful shape could be vaguely seen from the outline.

She is extremely tall, nearly two meters tall, but has a big frame. She doesn't have that skinny look that comes from being too tall. Instead, her figure is very even and just right. One inch more would be fat, and one inch less would be thin. Her figure is extremely exaggerated, to the extent that it would make world-class Victoria's Secret models feel ashamed.

"Brother Xue, I'm much better now." Yin Muhu greeted him with a smile. He was a little short of breath and sounded very weak. It seemed that his injuries were still serious.

Xue Jing walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and used his strength to explore her body.

"This injury is too severe. You have also used a profound technique that consumes too much vitality. Your mental strength is overdrawn and your vitality is also weak. In this state, I can't even use strong medicine, otherwise I will kill you."

"If you want to take care of it slowly, it will take at least three months..."

Xue Jing frowned slightly.

Three months is too long for a martial artist of seventeen or eighteen years old, who is making rapid progress.

"It's okay. Three months is just three months. Brother Xue, don't worry. This is the result I had anticipated before the game and I was prepared to bear."

Yin Muhu smiled freely and spoke in a sweet and tender girlish voice that matched her current appearance very well.

Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "It's not that there is no other way. Sister Yin, stretch out your hand."

Yin Muhu heard this. Although she didn't know what Xue Jing wanted to do, out of trust, she did it without hesitation.

Although he has lost weight, because of his large frame, Yin Muhu's palms, although slender, are almost as big as Xue Jing's.

Xue Jing took out a walnut-sized black dragon cherry seed from his pocket, placed it on his palm, then held Yin Muhu's hand together and squeezed the seed in it.

Jiang Siwei next to him looked at the scene curiously.

Xue Jing's mind moved, and Long Ying's ability to absorb vitality was activated, absorbing his own vitality and then transferring this vitality to Yin Muhu's body.

Feeling the serious injuries in his chest and abdomen suddenly begin to wriggle and recover quickly, and the vitality in his body was slowly nourished and replenished, Yin Muhu was surprised:

"Eh? This is..."

With Lv10 level of health care, Xue Jing's vitality is like that of an African elephant and a pygmy cat compared to the Yin husky.

The powerful, pure and clean vitality quickly filled and even repaired Yin Muhu's body, which was like a torn sack.

"Brother Xue..."

Yin Muhu looked at Xue Jing with great emotion, a gentle expression on her pretty face.

She instinctively felt that these "vital forces" contained traces of Xue Jing.

Brother Xue is transferring his vitality to her through unknown means!

"Stop it, Brother Xue, that's enough."

Yin Muhu said hurriedly.

She felt much better now. At least she had enough energy to take strong medicine. The remaining injuries were not a big concern, so she quickly asked Xue Jing to stop.

She had no idea that this little bit of vitality was just a drop in the bucket compared to Xue Jing's strong foundation, but she was so moved that she almost cried.

Obviously, this injury was caused by her trying her best in the competition...

Brother Xue is so good to her, even better than her own brother...

……

(End of this chapter)