I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 245: Don't speak out of turn easily, it will only expose your weakness, Zhou Yinglin's arrogant proposal
Looking at the live draw results, Xue Jing nodded without surprise.

"Sure enough, we faced each other in the first match of the quarterfinals. It was most likely the result of a shady draw. The reason why I didn't get drawn in the first draw was to cover it up and not be so obvious. So they arranged Yin Mei and Dai Zong Nian, two opponents who are obviously weaker than me, to help me advance."

"But in the quarterfinals, all the players are strong opponents, and there is too much uncertainty. They are afraid that I will be eliminated by others, so they must let me play against him in the first game..."

Xue Jing smiled and closed the live broadcast page.

The cat was squatting next to him, playing with his mobile phone with the paws out of boredom, its furry tail swaying leisurely in the air.

"Ah Jing, the internet seems to be starting to stir up a storm."

She opened her mouth and yawned, revealing her cute pointed fangs, and spoke lazily.

"[The most anticipated episode] [Definitely a behind-the-scenes operation] [Xue Jingwei] [The official really lost all face for popularity]... The comments jumped very quickly, and there were hundreds of them after refreshing. This game has attracted a lot of attention."

Xue Jing laughed and said, "You're not going to argue with others anymore?"

Maomao snorted softly, "What a pointless move... Anyway, you'll make all those people who talk nonsense and look down on you swell up on my behalf, so there's absolutely no need to reply to them."

She would never admit that her keyboard skills were so poor that she couldn't criticize others at all, so she could only shut up in shame.

"...But now the public opinion online seems to be more friendly towards you. It's not as one-sided as before. It should be because of the game a few days ago."

Xue Jing waved his hand: "It doesn't matter. I don't make a living by other people's evaluation. Good or bad reviews are of no importance to me. Even a little bit of hardship is not important."

He stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened it, took out a bottle of Coke, and said as he unscrewed the cap:
"Public opinion is so easy to reverse... More than 90% of people's IQ will be reduced by half when they are swept up in the collective. At the same time, due to the psychological effect of collective sharing of responsibility, they do not think that the malicious words they blurt out without consideration are serious."

"When I defeat Zhou Yinglin, most of those who have scolded me will easily choose to forget their previous malice towards me, and may even turn against Zhou Yinglin who embarrassed them... Then they will become my 'fans' again, because they need to use me as a comparison, and use my name to attack Zhou Yinglin more effectively..."

Xue Jing took a sip of Coke and said softly, "It's so boring."

Maomao nodded, not quite understanding, and pouted, "You say it's boring, but why do you know so much about it, as if you've studied it professionally..."

Xue Jing said leisurely: "Read more books, study dialectical materialism in depth, and learn to see the essence through phenomena, Teacher Wan."

“I’m so sorry for my low education!”

Maomao, who was forced to drop out of high school and was taken back to the Dragon Cult to become the leader, gritted his teeth and said.

……

The next day at noon, competition day.

Xue Jing came to the Super Arena in the car driven by Ning Yuantai.

"Oh my god, it's quite lively today!"

Ning Yuantai sat in the driver's seat with his eyes wide open. He turned the steering wheel while looking through the car window towards the square at the entrance of the Super Arena.

It was so crowded... It was like a real ant nest, with countless people crowded together, making it visibly difficult to move, and the noisy sound could almost be heard inside the car.

Xue Jing also looked out the car window and said nothing.

"Brother Xue, it seems that the matter between you and Zhou Yinglin has fermented. With the situation today, the Super Arena must be packed and there may not be enough seats!"

Ning Yuantai said excitedly.

As an iron-blooded warrior, he is one of the few people who understands how powerful Xue Jing is. He has no doubts about whether Xue Jing can beat Zhou Yinglin, so he is not worried at all, but is looking forward to the game scene later.

"Stop looking and go in." Xue Jing reminded.

"Hey, okay."

Ning Yuantai responded, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the parking lot.

After parking the car, the two got out and entered the backstage of the Super Arena through the internal staff passage.

"Then Brother Xue, I'm going to find my friend. See you later."

Ning Yuantai greeted Xue Jing and after seeing him nod, he left alone and went to the organizer's staff area.

Xue Jing walked alone slowly in the long corridor, his shoes making a heavy sound as they stepped on the floor.

At this time, a figure who looked a little frivolous came towards them.

Xue Jing looked up and found that he was barely an acquaintance.

His name is Wei...what's his name?

Anyway, he was the one who announced the news that Zhou Yinglin was going to accidentally kill him in the ring that day.

Wei Junwu raised his hand and smiled at Xue Jing from a distance, and called out in a familiar voice, "Old Xue!"

Xue Jing nodded at him, thought for a moment, and because he couldn't remember his name and didn't want to call him Lao Wei, he could only say:
"Morning."

Upon hearing this, Wei Junwu turned his head and looked at the sun rising outside the window, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he smiled and came to Xue Jing, put his arm around his shoulders in a familiar manner, and winked at him:

"Old Xue, how are you doing? Have you been practicing with that giant sword recently... Hmm? Wait a minute, where's your sword? You didn't bring it with you?"

He was stunned when he saw Xue Jing with empty hands.

Xue Jing said casually: "I have it with me, but it's not at hand."

Wei Junwu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"Although you may be a little annoyed, I still have to remind you once again. Zhou Yinglin is a formidable man. You must not underestimate him. Comparing martial arts skills with him is pure suicide. You just have to rush in with brute force. Even if you can defeat someone with ten times the strength, it is better than having one cleverness defeat a hundred clevernesses..."

Xue Jing pushed away his arm that was around his shoulders and said with a noncommittal smile: "Oh? Really?"

Seeing that Xue Jing didn't seem to take it too seriously, Wei Junwu scratched his head, but there was nothing he could do, and sighed:

"...Also, he is a child prodigy born with a very high spiritual energy level, and he is very good at using his spiritual power... He also wrote a martial arts paper before and won an award."

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows and said, "There is such a thing... What did he write? "My Master of Soldiers"? "

Wei Junwu said helplessly: "No, it's a paper on how to scientifically train the ability of mental consciousness calculation..."

Xue Jing waved his hand: "Okay, stop talking, I understand what you mean."

Xue Jing walked forward and said without looking back:

"Wei...Old Wei, because you have good intentions, I am patiently listening to you talk so much about Zhou Yinglin."

"But you have to understand one thing... I am different from those of you who have had shit done to you by Zhou Yinglin. I am completely different."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now, you will understand soon."

Wei Junwu was stunned for a moment, looking at his receding figure, shook his head and sighed:
"Alas, geniuses are always like this before they meet a stronger genius... I hope he's okay."

……

"Hello audience friends, good afternoon, welcome back to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament Yuancheng Finals, I am the commentator Tao Xingxiu!"

"Wow~ Today is really, huge crowds are not enough to describe it. The audience here is so enthusiastic. It's even more lively than the previous finals. It shows how much everyone is looking forward to the contestants of this competition..." The commentator was talking nonstop, and Xue Jing was standing in the contestant viewing area with his hands on his chest, looking towards the ring.

Those who can enter the quarterfinals are not weak players. The competition is quite valuable for reference. Xue Jing plans to watch the whole game from a close distance.

Yin Muhu stood beside him.

After Xue Jing's treatment and a few days of recuperation, Yin Muhu's muscles have begun to bulge and her appearance has gradually become rough and tough, but there is still some charm of a beautiful girl.

Since even eliminated contestants are eligible to enter the contestant viewing area, the contestant viewing area today was quite lively. Most of the 32 contestants came and gathered in groups of three or four.

Including Dai Zong Nian, who had just been ploughed to pieces by Xue Jing's thunder plow and hot knife a few days ago, also came to the scene with bandages wrapped all over his body... He was standing at the farthest diagonal position from Xue Jing, and did not even dare to look at Xue Jing, as if he had been left with a psychological trauma.

As the commentator finished reading a series of opening words, the game was about to begin, but most of the audience did not pay much attention to the game. Instead, their eyes were frequently looking at Xue Jing in the player viewing area.

"It's so pitiful. The hype has been so high, it's like a public execution..."

"Is this draw really not a shady operation? I feel like the U19's credibility is a bit questionable."

"I didn't believe the rumor at first, but since it came from Wei Junwu and the result of the lottery was like this... now I'm a little suspicious that it's true."

"Zhou Yinglin won't really kill anyone in the ring, right? Although all contestants have signed waiver agreements, it's not illegal, but they will be disqualified on the spot."

"It's okay if you mention other things, but it's a bit funny to mention the qualification for the competition... Zhou Yinglin doesn't need the U19 championship in the first place, no matter the value or the prize money. He already got the most important 'title points' in the 'Little Dragon Gate Cup'. There's no point for him to participate in this competition..."

"Hiss... Now that I put it that way, it's really a bit scary. Could it be that he really came across the metropolitan area just to kill Xue Jing?"

"If it's true, it's such a pity. Such a young, promising and good-looking genius finally made it out of a place like the Outer Ring, but he's going to die here..."

"Why bother with so much? Just enjoy the competition. It's rare to see someone die in a martial arts competition. Today we'll have something exciting!"

"By the way, who did you bet on to win? The odds of Xue Jing winning are now twelve to one. Do you want to take a big gamble?"

"Don't be ridiculous. If it were someone else, I would have made a small bet. Tian Yi Wu Jian is famous for his stable performance. There are almost no unexpected upsets. Zhou Yinglin will definitely win. I won't bet..."

……

"…Then without further ado, let the game begin!"

As the commentary fell, the referee waved his hand, and the repulsive membrane wrapped around the ring. Wei Junwu and the young man named Huang Lu on the field each took up their boxing stances.

They started fighting, but suddenly there was a loud exclamation from the audience.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the players' viewing area.

Because... a young man with eyes as sharp as an eagle appeared there, walking towards another focus of everyone's attention!
"Wei Junwu's Fengti School is also a famous school in the inner circle. They are especially good at building up their skills. I heard that it is an ancient martial art that was born out of an old era called the 'Huahuang Gong'..."

Yin Muhu enthusiastically introduced Xue Jing in a childish girl's voice.

But suddenly, she realized something was wrong.

Why were all the people around...looking behind him and Brother Xue with surprised and strange eyes?

Yin Muhu turned around suddenly, and his pupils shrank into needle shapes.

Less than two meters away from her, there was a person standing... She didn't know how long he had been standing behind her!
It was such a close distance, and at such a sensitive spot on her back, but she didn't notice it at all!
Zhou Yinglin...

Yin Muhu looked at the sharp-eyed young man with vigilance, and instinctively put up his fists in defense.

But Zhou Yinglin's gaze never stayed on her.

"Yin Mei, please stand a little further away."

Xue Jing spoke, his voice soft and calm.

Upon hearing this, Yin Muhu wiped the sweat that had appeared on his forehead, nodded, said yes, and stood a little further away.

Seeing this, Zhou Yinglin stepped forward, stood beside Xue Jing, stretched out his bony right hand, placed it on the fence in front of him, and also looked towards the ring.

All the contestants around looked at the two people standing together, and the atmosphere on the scene fell into an eerie silence.

On the ring, Wei Junwu and Huang Lu were fighting fiercely, but no one was paying attention to them.

After silence for a while, Zhou Yinglin spoke.

"Xue Jing...I'll give you a chance."

His voice was as calm as always.

"When you get on stage, destroy your basic skills and swear not to practice martial arts in the future... If you do this, I will spare your life."

When these words were spoken, everyone who heard them opened their eyes wide in shock.

Let’s not talk about whether he was crazy or pretending...he actually publicly admitted that he intended to kill Xue Jing in the ring!
Before everyone recovered from their shock, Zhou Yinglin continued calmly:
"If it's you, you should understand. My suggestion is very good."

Suddenly, an evil wind spread out with him as the center.

The strong spiritual aura weighed down on everyone around him like a heavy weight.

These young geniuses who made it to the U19 finals were all trembling all over, gritting their teeth and unable to move.

And most of the aura and pressure were placed on Xue Jing.

"You...can't beat me."

Zhou Yinglin said calmly.

The noise here was so loud that not only did the audience turn their eyes over here, but even the two people on the stage stopped temporarily and looked towards the contestant viewing area.

Under the gaze of everyone in the Super Arena, Xue Jing said softly without turning his head:
"Don't speak out of turn easily, it will only expose your weakness."

The voice just fell.

“Buzz buzz—!!”

The floor shattered, the fence twisted, the air vibrated, the light trembled.

Countless pitch-black lightning patterns radiated from Xue Jing's entire body.

The spiritual aura that Zhou Yinglin had placed on him was instantly shattered.

"I'll give you a piece of advice."

Xue Jing slowly turned his head, and his silver-white divine pupils looked at Zhou Yinglin indifferently and contemptuously.

"...If your strength does not match your mouth, it will lead to serious consequences."

……

(The burst of excitement needs preparation, don't be impatient, otherwise it will be dry and tasteless when you take a bite, and you won't like it. Give the slow cooker some patience and time... The preparation and development before the battle are for a better burst effect. When it comes to the big excitement point, I will finish writing and posting it all at once, so I won't get stuck)
(End of this chapter)