I will eventually become a god.

Chapter 246: Crush! Invincible! The Strongest! Beat Zhou Yinglin! The Name of Demon King Xue! ( Words Chapter!)

The aura of black lightning patterns visible to the naked eye continued to radiate, completely dispersing and covering Zhou Yinglin's mental force field.

The entire super arena was completely enveloped by Xue Jing's 'domineering aura'.

"Buzz buzz-"

The air was shaking and trembling like an earthquake. Everyone felt their skin physically numb and cold, and looked in shock at Xue Jing who had caused such a supernatural scene.

There were more than 200,000 spectators at the scene, among whom thousands of already weak and depressed people fainted on the spot and lost consciousness. This should have caused a riot, but everyone was unable to move under the pressure of this materialized aura and had no intention of paying attention to others. Even if some did notice, they were powerless to do anything.

The extremely solid walls of the super arena were cracked with tiny cracks everywhere, and the light blue repulsive membrane wrapped around the large arena was also shaking and ripples were emitted.

Among the dozens of contestants closest to Xue Jing, almost every one of them was gritting their teeth and shaking all over.

"Stab--stab--"

There were two crisp sounds of clothes being torn. Zhou Yinglin looked down at his martial arts uniform that was torn on his chest and left sleeve, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Among the people present, only he and several other top eight contestants used their spiritual aura to protect themselves, isolating themselves from Xue Jing's domineering aura and remaining unaffected.

Zhou Yinglin tried to expand his spiritual aura outwards.

But he soon discovered that Xue Jing's aura with black lightning patterns had a very strong suppressive force. Once his aura expanded outside his body, it would immediately be suppressed back, which was extremely domineering.

Looking at the torn clothes, Zhou Yinglin understood.

It was not that Xue Jing's spiritual energy level overwhelmed him, but the effect of some kind of divine secret technique.

The mere recipient of the gift...

The blooming black lightning lines gradually subsided, and Xue Jing slowly retracted his "domineering aura", and the silver-white in his pupils also faded away and turned into the usual dark brown.

The extremely overbearing feeling of oppression disappeared, but no one at the scene spoke a word. They stared at the terrifying young man in silence.

With it as the center, the ground around it was cracked, with rocks sticking out and sunken and uneven, a mess.

"It seems you rejected my proposal."

Zhou Yinglin spoke calmly.

Xue Jing smiled and said calmly, "You are a traitor, a worthless person, get out of here."

Zhou Yinglin's expression remained unchanged: "You should be thankful that this is not in the ring. It would be against the law to beat you to death in public."

Xue Jing tilted his head slightly to glance at him, sighed, and said with a smile:
"If you're half as strong as you are, I'd surrender."

Zhou Yinglin turned and left, saying calmly without even looking back: "You will see... the difference between a true genius and an ordinary person, a country bumpkin who doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is."

As Zhou Yinglin left, the cold and oppressive feeling brought by the two people who were confronting each other also dissipated.

In the quiet super arena, noisy sounds gradually began to be heard.

"Monsters... these two monsters!!"

"It's been years since the U19 team had a teenager of this level appear on the field. The pressure is too much!"

"Someone has fainted here, come and help!"

"Why do I feel that Xue Jing is much more powerful than Zhou Yinglin? How come his aura is like lightning?"

"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion. What happened just now should be the effect of some special technique..."

"Try to have an illusion. The old martial arts are not new martial arts. All the skills are within a rigid framework. This already has an aura that can cause substantial physical damage. An ordinary master who breaks through the limit can't do it..."

"Is there something fishy going on? How can Xue Jing, who has practiced forbidden skills, still participate in the old martial arts competition?"

"Zhou Yinglin has participated. He is the disciple of the Eternal Lord of Arms. Who dares to smear him..."

"What on earth is going on? It's unbelievable..."

The commentator coughed and said awkwardly: "Well, there seemed to be some small incidents just now, but it doesn't matter, let's get back to the game..."

Wei Junwu on the ring scratched his head.

Although Xue Jing's domineering aura was completely blocked outside the repulsive membrane, he did not feel it personally in the ring.

But when he saw the people outside the ring being suppressed by the aura, he recalled how he had been pessimistic about Xue Jing and suggested to him how to deal with Zhou Yinglin...

Wei Junwu had an inexplicable premonition. He always felt a phantom pain in his cheek, as if he was about to be hit by something.

But there was no time to think, the opponent had already attacked, and the two people on the ring continued to fight each other.

In the contestant viewing area, Xue Jing stood at the edge and placed his hand on the fence that had been distorted by his aura.

Except for Yin Muhu, all the other contestants around him involuntarily stayed at least thirty meters away from him, as if they were afraid of some ferocious beast.

At this time, another figure walked towards him slowly, with an elegant and calm posture, full of nobility and impeccable.

"Mr. Xue."

A soft and pleasant voice came from the side. Xue Jing turned his head and looked at Yuuga Suzuka who was walking over. He immediately smiled and said:
"Suzuka-san...were you there too?"

Otogi Suzuka smiled and nodded, a gentle smile on her impeccably beautiful face:

"Yes, I've been watching you."

Xue Jing heard this and teased, "You are not very loyal. I was bullied just now, Suzuka-san, why are you just watching?"

"Mr. Xue, you don't look like you're being bullied." Yuuga Suzuka chuckled and pointed to the messy ground next to Xue Jing.

A blush appeared on his face, and he held his cheek with his right hand, saying intoxicatedly:

"It was great. The aura just now... It was as if Xue-kun was hugging me tightly."

Hearing this, the smile on Xue Jing's face suddenly froze, his whole body turned cold, and something tightened.

He quickly waved his hands and said, "Little Deer, please don't do this. It's too scary."

Seeing that he was resisting to the point of feeling uncomfortable all over, Otogi Suzuka suddenly let out a clear laugh and shook with joy.

His eyes curved into beautiful crescent shapes: "It seems that I have grasped the key factor to defeat Xue Jun. I am really looking forward to the match between you and me... maybe a kiss on you will be more effective than a special attack?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing showed an expression that could almost be described as horror for the first time, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, away from Otogi Suzuka.

Yin Muhu, who heard the same words nearby, looked embarrassed and revealed an expression like 'old man on subway's cell phone.jpg'.

All the people who were paying attention to Xue Jing were surprised to see this scene. Why was Xue Jing, who did not retreat at all when facing Zhou Yinglin, actually a little... embarrassed in front of Yuuga Suzuka?
In the end what happened?
Otogi Suzuka was also slightly stunned, and said in a helpless tone:
"Mr. Xue, I was just kidding."

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, "You'd better be."

He really couldn't guarantee that if Otogi Suzuka really did such a reckless thing, he would not kill her in desperation.

Apart from the uncomfortable thing about Ge Ge, Xue Jing had a pretty good impression of Otogi Suzuka and regarded him as a friend he could make.

Time passed slowly amidst the jokes.

The result of the first game came out very quickly. As expected, the famous Fengti Liu Wei Junwu won.

"Old Xue! How about my move 'Secret Skill: Sparrow Transformation into Phoenix'? Isn't it cool?"

Wei Junwu, who arrived at the players' viewing area, immediately came up to Xue Jing and said with some complacency.

It seemed that because Xue Jing had called him "Old Wei" before, he felt that he was very familiar with Xue Jing.

"It's okay, the trick is good." Xue Jing replied casually.

Ogi Suzuka and Yin Muhu beside them smiled and understood the implication - the person is not very good.

"Oh~comfortable." Wei Junwu, who didn't understand the implicit meaning, immediately showed an expression of comfort, pleasure and satisfaction.

This is Xue Jing, the one who was so arrogant that he ignored Zhou Yinglin and said "I am an eagle and you are snails" during an interview... but he actually gave him an evaluation of "ok, not bad". Isn't that very valuable?
"The second match is between Old Song and Li Miao... You should have seen Old Song before. He is from the Tiandong Sect, an ancient martial arts school that has been passed down from ancient times to the present day. Nowadays, there are very few people who practice this kind of ancient martial arts school. Sects like Taoism and Buddhism are basically hidden in the mountains, and disciples rarely show up in public..."

Wei Junwu was a man who was very good at finding topics to talk about, so he naturally stayed beside Xue Jing and talked incessantly. Even when Xue Jing did not respond or just replied with a cold “hmm”, there was never a dull moment.

Soon, the halftime break passed, and the second game of the quarterfinals began with the commentary.

The two men on the ring started fighting. Song Nanxing, who had a calm and steady temperament, took up his boxing stance and did not move.

"The Tiandong School was born out of the old era's 'Tiandong Theory' theory. It regards itself as the center of everything. If you don't move, the heaven will move... It emphasizes the importance of being the last to strike but the first to strike. It reacts naturally according to the opponent's approach. It is a school that has studied the field of 'defense and counterattack' very deeply."

Wei Junwu began to introduce.

As he spoke, he sighed.

"Old Song is lucky, he was sent to the semi-finals."

Xue Jing glanced at him: "Oh?"

Wei Junwu asked curiously, "Don't you know? The quarterfinals are in a double elimination format."

"After today's games, we will be divided into the winners group and the losers group. The day after tomorrow, we will play again. The winner of the first game will play against the loser of the fourth game, and similarly, the winner of the fourth game will play against the loser of the first game."

He pointed at Xue Jing and himself and said, "After you and Zhou Yinglin decide the winner, I, as the winner of the first match, will fight the loser among you... Damn, this is hellish difficulty."

Having said that, Wei Junwu paused, with something else to say.

If Xue Jing loses... he will be beaten to death by Zhou Yinglin, and Zhou Yinglin will also lose the qualification to compete, and he will naturally advance to the semi-finals.

Wei Junwu curled his lips and said, "But Old Song is much more comfortable... He is in the second match. After winning, he will play the loser of the third match. The third match is Yujia vs. Chen Chao. No need to ask, the winner is definitely Yujia and the loser is Chen Chao."

"We advance by winning two games in the quarterfinals. Both games were against the two weakest opponents in the quarterfinals. Damn, what a shitty luck."

Xue Jing said casually: "Is that so."

He didn't pay much attention to the rules. He only knew that in a double-elimination system, one had to lose twice to be eliminated. It turned out that there were some more details involved.

"It's okay, you shouldn't worry about this." Xue Jing said softly.

Wei Junwu: “Hmm?”

Xue Jing didn't say anything more, just looked at the arena.

With his keen eyesight, he had already seen through the situation on the field.

Faced with the unmovable Song Nanxing who had been under siege for a long time, Li Miao, who was sweating profusely, was at a loss as to what to do.

The outcome has been decided.

Ouga Suzuka naturally saw this, and he spoke softly:

"Then Mr. Xue, I'll go backstage to get ready."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing nodded at him.

When Otogi Suzuka saw Xue Jing looking at him, he immediately smiled, blinked his right eye, and winked at Xue Jing. He was quite playful and cute, not like a man at all.

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and his fist hardened: "What are you doing?"

"Hehehe..." Otogi Suzuka didn't answer. Her eyes curved into crescent shapes with a smile and she turned around and walked to the backstage with a satisfied look on her face.

Xue Jing clicked his tongue.

This guy... is really good-looking, and really scary, too.

Xue Jing did not suspect that he was a woman disguised as a man.

But...his senses weren't so dulled that he couldn't tell whether a person was a man or a woman.

Ogame Suzuka is undoubtedly a male and he has everything a man should have physiologically.

That's why Xue Jing felt uncomfortable every time he was teased.

It was because Otogi Suzuka looked too feminine that Xue Jing instinctively felt less disgusted and held back his intent to kill her.

If any muscular man dared to play this kind of trick on him, Xue Jing felt that he would have killed him.

"I go!"

Wei Junwu next to him suddenly let out a strange cry.

He covered his chest and said with a lingering fear:

"It's so scary, I was actually moved... I almost became gay, it was so close."

Just now, when Otogi Suzuka used the wink attack on Xue Jing, he was also affected.

"This Otogi Suzuka is just too pretty... Alas, why would a man look like this? What a waste."

Yin Muhu next to him also sighed: "Yeah, I think so too, he's too good-looking, sometimes I really can't feel that he is a man."

……

The match between Song Nanxing and Li Miao ended quickly as Xue Jing expected.

After a short halftime break, Mitsuru Otoko came on the court.

As the third heir to one of the six major chaebols in the Far East, a world-renowned young genius, and a world-class martial arts star, he is extremely popular. Even in Zhuxia, which is not his home stadium, he aroused great cheers and applause from the audience.

His game was over soon.

Even when facing a player who was in the quarterfinals of the U19 finals, Mitsuka Suzuka did not use her school's signature move 'God Slash'. She did not even bring a weapon. With her bare hands, she defeated her opponent elegantly and nonchalantly.

This was a match in which the difference in strength was too great, but the result was not unexpected to anyone, even to the opponent Chen Chao.

After the applause for the winner, Mika Suzuka, the Super Arena gradually became quiet, and everyone's eyes kept focusing on the young man standing in the player viewing area, with a figure as tall as a pine tree.

Everyone knows that the next game is the highlight...which is also the reason why most of the audience today are determined to go to the scene even if they have to grit their teeth and buy expensive scalper tickets.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged, as calm as before, he just turned around and walked backstage.

"It's finally here! I was born just to watch this game!"

"I can't wait any longer, serve it up now!"

"Twelve times the odds! I've been waiting for this wave. All-in is a kind of wisdom. If you win, you'll get the young model from the club. If you lose, you'll have to work in the adult entertainment industry. Xue Jing will definitely win (breaking voice)!"

"You gambler, you're going to die!"

The noisy voices of the audience gradually faded away from his ears. His cell phone vibrated, and Xue Jing picked it up and took a look.

It was a voice message from my sister Xue Wan.

Xue Jing clicks play.

"Ah Jing!! Come on, smash Zhou Xiaoji's dick! Smack the faces of those little bitches online!"

“Master, Master! Chirp, chirp, chirp—”

The sound of Xue Wan's gnashing teeth could be heard, mixed with the mid-air kiss from his little disciple Zong Shichan.

Zhou Xiaoji is a derogatory name for Zhou Yinglin... Because of his eagle-like eyes, some people who dislike him call him Zhou Xiaoji.

Compared to the weakling Cat with the third stage of Key Power, Xue Wan, the Land Key Immortal, is much more awesome. He has been fighting with a bunch of bitches on the blog software to defend Xue Jing every day, and he can post hundreds of messages a day.

As a result, her number of fans increased every day, and she gradually gathered a group of Xue Jing's fans under her, who began to fight back against Zhou Yinglin's fans. Her blog also became one of the few places on the Internet where Xue Jing's verbal battles dominated.

Xue Jing smiled and sent her a simple 'OK' expression, then muted his phone and put it back in his pocket.

A staff member hurriedly trotted up to him, took a breath, and said respectfully:
"Contestant Xue Jing, it's your turn to go on stage. Please follow me to the waiting area."

Xue Jing nodded at him and said with a smile: "Well, let's go."

……

"It's been a long time since we last waited! Welcome back to the U19 Finals quarterfinals!"

The commentator shouted out with an unprecedented excitement and passion in his voice, echoing throughout the entire venue.

The more than 200,000 spectators at the scene also showed their respect by cheering loudly and giving thunderous applause that almost shook the venue.

The level of enthusiasm was visibly much greater than in the previous three games.

In all official live broadcast rooms of U19 matches, the number of online viewers has skyrocketed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Due to Zhou Yinglin's participation in the competition, rumors that he was going to kill someone in the ring, and many other factors, the U19 finals gained an extremely high level of popularity that it did not deserve.

“…This will be an exciting game, there is no doubt in anyone’s mind!”

"Some people even say that this may become the most exciting game in the history of U19!"

"Genius, monster, young master... They have countless titles, and are powerful beyond their age. They are the hope for the future of martial arts, and they are the leaders who will eventually stand before everyone and cut through the thorns!"

"As two people who have never lost since their debut, what kind of gorgeous sparks will be ignited by the clash between the invincible and the invincible?"

"Let us welcome contestant Xue Jing and contestant... Zhou Yinglin!"

In the past, the simultaneous appearance of players in the U19 finals was a special treatment only available in the championship match.

But at this moment, in a quarter-final match, no one felt that there was anything wrong.

Thunderous applause, cheers and screams rang out like crazy, almost like a small earthquake, shaking the entire super arena.

In the contestant passages on both sides, a figure walked out.

One was a young man with eyes like an eagle, holding a strangely shaped silver spear... No, rather than calling it a spear, it would be better to call it a needle that had been magnified countless times.

It is thinner than an ordinary gun, with no spear tip or red tassel, just extremely slender and sharp.

According to rumors, Wu Xuanzhu, the 'Spear Saint' who was awarded the title of Eternal Weapon Master, usually used a special spear called 'Embroidery Needle' as his magic weapon.

And what Zhou Yinglin was holding at this moment was a replica of the "embroidery needle".

On the other side, there is the handsome and picturesque Devil King whose every move is full of the profound and majestic demeanor of a master...

Yes, the devil.

Anyone who sees the figure with a domineering aura of black lightning patterns constantly spreading around his body, seemingly tearing the void apart, will involuntarily think of these two words.

In his right hand, he dragged an old, edgeless sword that was taller than a man, and walked towards the ring step by step.

As he moved forward, the ground beneath his feet kept cracking and shaking.

The terrifying feeling of oppression made everyone hold their breath, yet they were extremely excited.

It was not until he stepped onto the ring that his domineering aura slowly subsided and the scene returned to calm.

At this time, the photographer, who was shaking his hands and feet, sat on the scaffold professionally and began to unswervingly carry out the historical task of shooting a 360-degree surround shot of Xue Jing at the beginning.

“…No need for a data chart, they are full-level hexagonal martial artists who have broken through the upper limit of the data definition!”

"No introduction is needed. As soon as they looked at each other, they knew that the other was their opponent!"

"Do we need to say more at this point? No need to say anything more, the most exciting duel is about to begin, let us wait and see!"

After the commentator finished his passionate words, amidst the cheers, the referee stepped forward and waved his hand right between the two of them.

"preparation……"

"start!"

The referee quickly ran down the stage and left. An almost invisible light blue repulsive membrane slowly formed, covering the entire stage.

The two people present did not take action immediately, but looked at each other.

Zhou Yinglin tilted the needle-like spear in his hand slightly and said calmly, "I usually don't bring my own weapons to competitions, but I will make an exception for you today. You should be proud of it."

The sound of his voice could be heard throughout the entire super arena, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"Fuck, the organizer actually installed a sound amplification device on the stage!?"

"I was wondering when a few staff members went up to the ring during the intermission and were doing something mysterious. It turns out they were installing this thing!"

"Damn, they really didn't care about their dignity just for the sake of popularity...but damn well done, well done!"

"Let's quarrel and fight. I love to watch! More of them!"

On the stage, Xue Jing sighed and said:

"To be honest, I'm quite unhappy right now."

"This is a boring introduction. Not only is it too much talk, but it also makes me and a moron like you seem like equals."

His words were also transmitted to the whole audience through the loudspeaker.

His ability to talk nonsense was obviously better than Zhou Yinglin's, which made many people laugh out loud.

"You are only boasting... Do you really think that the broken sword in your hand can deal with 'Perfect Protection'?"

Zhou Yinglin snorted and said, "You are a frog in the well. The perfection of the top martial arts schools is different from those of your country schools. There is no so-called weakness at all."

"You want to defeat cleverness with force? That's just wishful thinking!"

Xue Jing smiled and hooked his finger at him:

"Come on, take action, let a country bumpkin like me see your top-level skills."

Zhou Yinglin sneered: "Just watch...it will be over in a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly focused.

The needle-shaped spear in his hand turned into an almost endless torrent of gunfire at an incredible speed, piercing towards Xue Jing.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of that special weapon, his attack speed was far beyond the 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​simulated in Xue Jing's consciousness!
But he is fast, and Xue Jing is even faster!
[Twins] Start instantly!
With the blessing of the twin speeds, Xue Jing was like being pressed on the fast-forward button. The speed of all his movements, including the circulation of strength, simply ignored the physical multiplication by two!

And then... twin flexibility!
A huge amount of oxygen, twice the normal capacity, was inhaled into his lungs and circulated rapidly in his body. The surrounding air pressure fluctuated visibly due to this large amount of inhalation.

His body swelled up instantly, becoming larger in proportion, and his height increased from 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters.

The skin, flesh, bones and blood circulate synchronously, the sound of the dragon's roar resounds throughout the entire venue, and the power of the eye-opener stirs the whole body and condenses in the right arm.

Finally, the power of twins!

Put an unconditional X2 at the end of all the formulas for exerting force and output, and you will definitely double the strength!
An extremely terrifying force poured into the Forgotten Giant Sword held in his right hand.

The sword vibrated and hummed, the atmosphere was shaken and distorted, and dense and tiny ripples spread out.

This sword is, without a doubt, the most powerful physical attack Xue Jing can unleash at this moment!
Its name is——

"Awakening of Zhe, Abyss!"

He swung the sword in his right hand, and wherever it passed, the air flow separated to both sides of the blade, drawing two high-temperature white air waves and making a hissing sound.

The endless torrent of gunfire, the perfect ingenuity of the world, was now like drops of drizzle. Facing the huge real dragon that was flying through the air, it was instantly crushed by the pure supreme force and swept away without a trace.

"boom--!!"

The spherical storm air spread out, and a figure suddenly flew out like a cannonball at a speed almost reaching the speed of sound. His two feet left two deep grooves on the floor, stirring up countless smoke and dust, and slammed heavily into the light blue repulsive membrane.

“Bububububu——”

The repulsive membrane made a noticeable sound for the first time, creating huge ripples like a tsunami, and it was shaking, with vague signs that it could not bear the pressure anymore.

Watching the scene happening before their eyes, the scene was silent.

Everyone stared at the ring with dull eyes. For a moment, their brains even froze and they couldn't understand what was happening.

It was not until the smoke and dust cleared that everyone present realized a fact when they saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the repulsion membrane.

"The perfect plan... was broken!"

"Zhou Yinglin was knocked away...instant kill!?"

"This power... is incredible. What kind of monster is this? Is he really seventeen years old? Is he really a human? "

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahahaha, I'm going to be rich, I'm going to be rich! Xue Jing is awesome (breaking voice)!"

"Wait, it doesn't seem to be over yet!?"

The noise from the audience gradually died down because... Zhou Yinglin on the ring seemed to be fine.

He was not unconscious, his eyes were still open, and he had no obvious injuries on his body. He was just sitting on the floor with his back against the repulsive membrane.

Xue Jing's smiling voice spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker:

"Is this what you said would end in an instant?"

"Get up, you city dweller idiot with top-level skills. I managed the distance well just now, and only used the airflow to slightly touch you."

He looked at Zhou Yinglin who was somewhat stunned, and said softly:

"Don't be nervous. I'm just showing someone that I can easily beat you to death like this... Don't worry, I won't use this sword again. Otherwise, you won't be too convinced if you lose, right?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing thrust the huge sword in his right hand into the ground beside him, then let go of the sword, leaving it standing upright like the Sword in the Stone in mythology.

"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression began to change slowly. The corners of his eyes, which usually had no expression on his face, began to twitch with shame, anger, and irritation. His eyes turned pale and blue, and his sharp eyes like an eagle revealed murderous intent.

But soon it slowly returned to calm.

"The recipient... the divinely gifted secret technique!"

'This country boy can't be that strong, he must be using some divine secret technique!'

Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.

He suddenly reacted and thought of an answer!
'No, this guy is bluffing!'

'He hadn't fully mastered this divine secret technique, so he made a mistake and missed me!'

"Also, this secret technique can only be used once... That's why you need to bluff me now!"

"I was almost fooled..."

Zhou Yinglin stood up slowly, thinking that he had seen through Xue Jing's plan... or rather, he found a reason to convince himself and rebuild his confidence that had collapsed because he was almost killed instantly.

"you……"

He was about to say something when he saw Xue Jing had already walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the ring, took a quick look, and took down a nine-foot-long spear made of alloy from it.

Then he walked back to the center of the ring, gesturing with the spear in his hand. He seemed quite satisfied with his feel and nodded.

Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"

"You idiot who claims to be a top-level practitioner, the thing you are most proud of is 'flawless', right?"

Xue Jing asked curiously.

Zhou Yinglin, whose mentality was no longer stable because he had almost been smashed to pieces by a single blow, heard Xue Jing calling him "idiot" all the time, and his eyes twitched slightly with anger.

But then, he no longer paid attention to the question of address, but widened his eyes.

"Swish, swish, swish -"

Xue Jing held an alloy spear in his right hand and fired dozens of shots into the void beside him.

That torrent of gunfire that was flawless and contained endless subsequent changes was, without a doubt, - perfect!
"I watched your game earlier and I learned it. Do you mind, idiot?"

Xue Jing asked casually.

Zhou Yinglin was furious: "You studied me!?"

Xue Jing looked at him in surprise and shook his head:
"No, you misunderstood, idiot, don't think too highly of yourself."

"I'm not studying you, I'm just studying Perfect."

Zhou Yinglin frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Xue Jing snorted, "You are indeed an idiot."

"Isn't it clear? What I mean is that you are just a piece of waste paper with precious knowledge written on it."

"I have gained this precious knowledge of perfection from you, but I have no interest in you, a piece of waste paper that is useless even for wiping one's ass."

Because a loudspeaker was installed on the ring, the conversation between the two from beginning to end was heard throughout the venue and even in all the live broadcast rooms.

Otogi Suzuka was standing in the contestant viewing area, laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking:

"Really? You've lost both in verbal and physical skills, Mr. Zhou. It's really pitiful to see you like that. Kekekekeke..."

……

"As expected of my Ou Doudou!"

In Outer Ring Qingcheng, Xue Wan, who was watching the live broadcast, felt refreshed as if he had taken a big gulp of iced cola in the middle of summer. He immediately picked up his phone, opened his blog, and happily began to post to Zhou Yinglin's fans.

……

The first metropolitan area, inner ring, capital.

The young girl with a delicate face looked at the live broadcast, with surprise and hope in her eyes: "Junior brother...?"

……

Also in the capital, in a large mansion, a handsome young man paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Zhou Yinglin who had lost his composure in the picture, and murmured: "Brother Lin, don't let me down..."

……

On the stage, Zhou Yinglin's expression changed for a while. He barely managed to keep his composure and said:

"…So what? You're just bluffing. Even if you can play Moonlight after listening to it once, it doesn't mean that your playing level is as good as Beethoven's."

Xue Jing smiled:

"You might as well come and try, you top idiot who calls himself Beethoven."

The audience at the scene looked strange when they heard this.

"Why do I feel like... Zhou Yinglin has gradually accepted the term 'moron'? He doesn't even object."

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin disappeared from the spot in a flash and appeared in front of Xue Jing in an instant, at an incredibly fast speed.

“Swish, swish, swish—!!”

The torrent of gunfire came again, but to everyone's surprise, Xue Jing did not move at all, as if he had not reacted at all.

When Zhou Yinglin saw this, his eyes flashed.

"court death!"

He no longer held back on defense, but instead used all his strength, the sharp needle-shaped spear in his hand pointed at Xue Jing's vital parts with incredible precision, full of murderous intent, and determined to kill him.

then……

"Ding--"

"Ding ding ding ding——"

The tip of the spear pierced Xue Jing's body, making a series of crisp tinkling sounds, but it only stirred up circles of air waves and did not hurt Xue Jing at all.

"What!?"

Zhou Yinglin looked startled, but he remained calm and continued to stab out a torrent of gunfire.

Twenty shots... thirty shots... forty shots... fifty shots...

The shadow of Tian Zhi Yu Yi appeared on the tip of the gun, but he still did not stop.

Sixty shots.

Sixty-five shots.

When firing the 66th shot, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had an idea and realized the principle behind Xue Jing's perfect defense at the moment.

He felt that this was impossible and unbelievable, but he still subconsciously followed his instinct, instantly breaking away from the perfect plan and stabbing out a deliberately chaotic and improvised shot.

"Snapped--"

The lethality of this random shot was far inferior to that of a perfect one. Xue Jing, who was well prepared, easily grabbed the needle-shaped gun tip in his hand.

"You tried your best."

Xue Jing said softly.

"Then it's my turn."

The voice just fell.

Zhou Yinglin raised his eyes and his sharp pupils contracted to the extreme.

The extremely familiar gunfire turned into a torrent, drowning and covering him.

He tried to dodge or reduce the force... but Tian Yi Wu Lian was known for his perfect marksmanship that could cope with all kinds of situations. Any action of the enemy would be blocked by a corresponding follow-up move. Any "skillful" response was powerless in front of Tian Yi Wu Lian.

Either break through with brute force, using ten times the strength to defeat one clever move, or resist with one's own physical strength, or dodge with a speed that is several levels faster than the one who fired the gun.

All of these methods require the person who fired the gun to be much stronger than him in some aspect... Facing a numerical monster like Xue Jing, Zhou Yinglin could not do any of these methods.

Of course, as someone who also inherited the seamless spear technique, he has another way to deal with it, which is to also display the seamless spear technique and fight with Xue Jing to see who has higher attainments and has more spears.

However, because of the "sudden inspiration" just now, his gun was grasped by Xue Jing!
This was a huge mistake that shouldn't have happened, but it happened!
For the first time, Zhou Yinglin experienced the frustration and helplessness that his opponents had felt when facing him.

An irresistible torrent of gunfire poured down on him.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

The strange sounds of flesh being pierced continued to be heard.

Zhou Yinglin's body was covered with bloody holes one after another. Soon, his whole body was covered with holes.

With each shot, Xue Jing deliberately deviated slightly from the original fatal point and accurately stabbed the non-fatal part.

Soon, the trajectory of the gun shadow wove a piece of heavenly feather robe on Zhou Yinglin's body, but it still did not stop.

It was not until the 80th shot, piercing Zhou Yinglin's abdomen, that Xue Jing's movements came to a halt.

Zhou Yinglin stood there, trembling all over. He looked at his palms with several blood holes, vomited blood, and said to himself in disbelief:
"Impossible, impossible, eighty shots in just a few days, it's impossible, absolutely impossible..."

He roared:
"How long have you been secretly learning Perfection? Ten years? Fifteen years? Why did you hide it until now?!"

Xue Jing looked at the somewhat crazy Zhou Yinglin, tilted his head slightly, and said a number softly without any fluctuation in his expression.

"Seven days."

Zhou Yinglin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and sneered in disbelief:
"Ha...hahaha, stop lying, you're a thief who stole my skills. This is simply impossible!"

Xue Jing said calmly: "You consider something impossible just because you can't do it. That's the limit of your ability."

As he said that, he changed the subject and said, "Well, the competition time is over. Next, it's time for settlement."

When Zhou Yinglin heard this, he felt the serious injuries all over his body, and immediately gritted his teeth with shame and grievance on his face:

"I think……"

But when he was about to utter the last word, his mouth was suddenly pinched by a beautiful hand as crystal as jade.

Unlike the beautiful and delicate appearance, the palm is incredibly tough and powerful, like an industrial-grade super steel pliers.

Xue Jing stretched out his hand and pinched Zhou Yinglin's chin, dragged him in front of him, looked directly into his eyes, and spoke softly:

"Don't be such a pity, Master Zhou. We still have some unfinished business. You don't want to just give up and leave like that, do you?"

"Well--!!"

Zhou Yinglin was unable to speak and his body was almost unable to move. For the first time, fear flashed in his sharp eyes.

Outside the ring, the referee seemed to be hesitant to speak.

According to the rules, as long as the player shows a clear intention to admit defeat, the referee can blow the whistle to end the game regardless of whether he or she says the three words "I admit defeat" completely.

but……

He looked at Xue Jing on the ring, whose body was once again emitting an aura of dark lightning patterns, and he did not dare to blow the whistle to stop him.

Xue Jing pinched Zhou Yinglin's mouth with one hand, and gently held his wrist with the other hand, and said softly:

"I remember you said that genius is just a threshold to meet you, right?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing stretched out his hand and pulled.

"Thorn-"

Zhou Yinglin's arm was torn off with all the tendons and bones.

The so-called top-level physical strength had been shattered by eighty perfect gunshots. At this moment, it would be no more difficult for Xue Jing to tear off his arm than to tear a piece of paper.

"Well--!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in agony. He wanted to wail, but his mouth was pinched and he could not make a sound.

"It's strange. How can such a high threshold break with just a light step?"

Xue Jing threw his severed hand aside.

He then reached out and gently placed his hand on Zhou Yinglin's ear.

"You're from the city, right?"

Ears pulled off.

"Well--!!"

"Thirteen giant rooms, right?"

The other ear was also torn off.

"Secret Martial Arts Society, right?"

The other arm was ripped off.

"Genius, huh?"

Xue Jing put his hand into his neck and pulled out his collarbone.

"Well--!!"

"Beethoven, huh?"

……

Seeing what was happening on the ring, a cruel scene like Unit-01 tearing Unit-03 apart with bare hands, everyone was silent. The audience with poor psychological endurance had already covered their eyes, not daring to watch anymore.

The young man who looked as handsome as a god but exuded a dark aura and was as cruel as a devil was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

From today onwards, the name of "Demon King Xue" will be known throughout the Xia Dynasty.

On the ring, except for the torso and head, all external parts were removed, and Zhou Yinglin, who had turned into a human stick, was thrown aside by Xue Jing.

However, although he was dying, he was still alive.

The vitality of martial artists is amazing.

"You should be thankful that this happened in a ring. Beating you to death is not against the law, but it is against the rules."

Xue Jing responded to Zhou Yinglin's previous arrogant words. After he finished speaking, he turned around with a calm expression and walked towards the contestant channel.

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."

There was no whistle to signal the end of the game, no commentator’s passionate shouts about who the winner was, and no applause or cheers from the audience.

When Xue Jing approached, the light blue repulsive film slowly dissipated as if it was afraid of him, and his steps did not stop at all.

Step by step, until his figure completely disappeared in the contestant channel, there was silence for a while, and then the scene gradually erupted into earth-shaking noisy discussions.

“Invincible… Invincible!!”

"This is actually a complete crushing victory! The one who was crushed is actually Zhou Yinglin!!"

"I dare say that Xue Jing is definitely the strongest player in the history of U19 and even in all youth martial arts competitions. He is truly invincible!!"

"The grassroots from the outer ring beat and crushed the top talents from the inner ring. Why did I have such a dream?"

"It's going to explode! The entire martial arts world is going to explode!"

"Crushing Zhou Yinglin with ease... the world's strongest underage martial artist? Is this statement correct?"

"Twelve times, twelve times! Hahahaha, Xue Jing, God Xue! You are my real grandpa!"

"Everything he said in the interview was true, there was no arrogance at all, he really was an eagle, and everyone else was really a snail to him!"

"The entire young martial artist community has welcomed their own big devil... He's a good fighter, ruthless, good-looking, and quick-witted. He keeps calling people idiots, and no one can stop him in scolding. How could there be such a monster?"

……

(I kept my promise. Over 10,000 words... I burned out completely to keep writing chapters. My health bar is empty. I haven't slept for nearly 24 hours. I'm one step away from coma...)
(Can I ask for a monthly ticket? Please!)

(End of this chapter)