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Chapter 248 Xue Jing's "Chicken Soup", Needlework, and Military Sublimation!

Chapter 248 Xue Jing's "Chicken Soup", a hundred stitches and a thousand threads, the military attack is sublimated! (4K)

"A few days..."

Ke Jiaqian looked hesitant.

"This is 'Perfect Fit'... It is said to be one of the most difficult martial arts styles to master in the world, right?"

It wasn't that she didn't want to believe it, but she really couldn't believe it.

Zhou Yinglin's talent was already extremely good. When he was born, his innate spiritual energy level was much stronger than that of ordinary people. He was hailed as a child prodigy, and because of this, he was able to become a disciple of the dignified "Spear Saint".

He practiced 'Perfect Fit' for three years, taking one year to get started, another year to reach the 'Ten Stitches and a Hundred Threads' level, and only in the last year did he enter the explosive period, making rapid progress and reaching a level close to 'One Hundred Stitches and a Thousand Threads'.

This speed of progress is already astonishing for those who know the difficulty of "perfect".

And in just a few days, he had mastered the skill from scratch to the point where he could defeat Zhou Yinglin...

If you really calculate it, doesn't that mean his talent is a hundred times stronger than Zhou Yinglin's?
This is impossible. Even Li Taixian, the "Martial Saint" who is known to have the ultimate natural human martial arts talent, cannot reach this level.

All talents of the human body have diminishing marginal returns; the closer they are to the limit, the more difficult they become.

Zhou Yinglin already has the top talent among natural humans, and there are only a handful of people with better talents than him. If there is someone whose talent is a hundred times that of his... then in comparison, the gap between them is even greater than that between monkeys and normal people, they are already two species.

There is no way anyone can achieve that... unless they are not human.

Xue Jing smiled and said, "I have already answered your question. Please ask other questions."

When Ke Jiaqian heard this, she knew that Xue Jing was either impatient or didn't want to answer because it involved some secrets, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She quickly calmed down and raised the microphone to say seriously:
"Then... Next question... Contestant Xue Jing, you are the only contestant from the outer ring in this U19 finals. In fact, even if all previous U19 finals are counted, there are only a handful of outer ring contestants who can enter the quarterfinals."

"This data is enough to prove that contestants from the outer ring have a considerable disadvantage when facing contestants from the inner ring. How did you reverse this disadvantage... Or, do you have any tricks or suggestions for other contestants from the outer ring?"

Hearing this question, Xue Jing thought for a moment and slowly said:

“Reality is not a game. People cannot choose their own start.”

"Talent, family background, environment, educational resources... these are the innate differences between people. They cannot be eliminated by factors as small as 'hard work'."

"I can't give you some short-term inspirational words... saying that you can achieve it with hard work."

"Because I didn't get to where I am today by just 'hard work'."

"The only advice I can give is that if you want to move forward, don't look at what others have, but look down at what you have, then hold on to what you have and keep going."

“If there is nothing else to do but work hard, then you can only work hard. This does not mean that there will be any reward, but that you only have this clumsy way to move forward, nothing more.”

"This is a very difficult fact to accept, but recognizing this fact may be the first step in your becoming stronger..."

Ke Jiaqian and the photographer stared blankly at Xue Jing who was talking so eloquently. It was a little hard for them to imagine that the person in front of them was just a seventeen-year-old boy.

These words may not be very profound, but they are definitely not the superficial knowledge that can be learned from textbooks in an ivory tower.

It's not inspiring or giving people fantasies, but rather down-to-earth advice...even though it may be a little hard for pretentious people to accept.

"...I see. Thank you very much for Xue Jing's speech. I was moved by your words."

Ke Jiaqian said with emotion.

"You can say such profound words. I believe you have tried your best and experienced many difficulties and hardships. That's why you have a deep empathy for the general public, right?"

She asked, holding up the microphone.

Xue Jing looked at her strangely and said directly: "No, I just don't feel any pain in my waist when I'm standing and talking. I've been walking very easily all the way. I don't know what hard work is. I became stronger casually."

Ke Jiaqian: “…”

Photographer: "..."

……

The interview lasted nearly fifteen minutes, and Xue Jing continued to make revelations, just like he did in the last interview before the game, and made some explosive remarks that normal Zhuxia people would not say.

When Ke Jiaqian left, she was so happy and light-hearted. She didn't know how much bonus she would get for this unexpectedly successful interview...

The only regret was that before she left, she tried her best to hint at something, but Xue Jing didn't respond at all, as if he didn't understand anything. In the end, he even impatiently said, "Just leave after the interview," and drove her out...

Oh, I feel like I missed out on 100 million...

After the interviewers left, the lounge finally became quiet.

Xue Jing sat down on the chair, closed his eyes, immersed his mind, and entered into the consciousness simulation.

The scene was constructed, the big stage was created, and then he himself appeared in it.

After stretching his body, Xue Jing's mind moved, and a figure condensed in front of him.

This time, the person who appeared was not Zhou Yinglin, but himself.

After Tian Yi Wu Miao reached the level of eighty shots, Zhou Yinglin's level was no longer sufficient to undertake the task of sparring with him.

Especially after the official match with Zhou Yinglin, he felt that some burdens had been lifted from his heart. Coupled with the huge increase in experience in [Military Strike], he had some new insights into Perfect Match.

The two Xue Jings spread out their palms at the same time, and countless small pixels condensed in their hands and turned into nine-foot-long spears.

"Ding--!"

Without saying a word, the two men moved at the same time, stabbing each other with their spears at an extremely fast speed, with the tips of the spears piercing each other.

In an instant, a terrifying circular air wave exploded and spread out.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The sound of metal clashing against each other as the spear tips rang out continuously. The moves made by both of them were flawless, and every shot made every possible change, so that every shot was aimed at the most perfect 'spot', and the final result was an extremely precise tip-to-tip collision.

After fifty shots, the Heavenly Feather Robe was woven.

After eighty shots, it was the limit that Xue Jing had reached before the competition, but he still did not stop.

Eighty-five shots...

Ninety shots...

It was not until the 95th shot that the two Xue Jings paused at the same time.

At this time, the phantom of the Heavenly Feather Robe woven by the two had become so solid that it was almost tangible, with only a slight sense of transparency.

"Playing a game, I actually improved my shot count by 15 shots at once..."

Xue Jing said to himself.

As you progress in Perfect Match, the more guns you have, the more difficult it becomes to upgrade.

The reason why he was able to advance so rapidly in such a short period of time was due to countless times of extreme training without regard for life and death.

The progress brought by hitting Zhou Yinglin once is enough to offset his death thousands of times in the consciousness simulation.

"With my current level of perfection, if I practice against Zhou Yinglin, he will no longer be able to put pressure on me to death. I'm afraid my progress will be much slower than before. I have to think of another way..."

"I'm about to reach the 'Hundred Needles and Thousands of Threads' realm of the Hundred Guns. I have a feeling..."

Xue Jing's eyes showed understanding. For him, flawless was more than just a matter of marksmanship.

The profound martial arts theories contained therein, as well as the various fantastic ideas and routes of using strength, brought him countless inspirations and gains in "weaponry and attack" during the practice process.

The deeper he practiced, the more this became, as if it was an inexhaustible treasure, and every additional change in his realm would bring him deeper knowledge of martial arts.

He already felt that the sublimation of [Weapon Strike] was just around the corner.

The accumulation has reached the critical point. As long as it breaks through this critical point, the conditions for the sublimation of [Military Strike] will be met.

And that critical point should be "hundreds of stitches and thousands of threads".

The moment the realm is reached is the moment when the military attack is sublimated.

……

Skyscraper Center, 1049th floor, Xu’s Biological Company.

In the operating room decorated in a futuristic sci-fi style, Xu Mude, wearing a surgical gown, a surgical cap, gloves and a mask, looked at the human stick lying on the large operating table in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou, you are in such a mess. You were beaten like this by that kid from the outer ring."

He said with a smile.

A doctor was standing in front of the operating table, holding various surgical instruments. Eight flexible mechanical tentacles like an octopus extended from the spine behind him. They were swinging and mending the body of Zhou Yinglin, the human stick.

Ears, arms, collarbones...all the parts torn into pieces by Xue Jing were neatly placed on the table next to him and were being reassembled and sewn back together.

Zhou Yinglin's eyes were open. He was not in a coma and he didn't even have any anesthesia. He just stared at the ceiling with a gloomy look, enduring the pain of directly repairing his flesh and nerves.

He gritted his teeth and endured the extreme pain, and had no intention of responding to Xu Mude's words.

Bored, Xu Mude turned on the silver bracelet on his hand and started surfing the Internet.

"[The first shock wave in the history of U19 (boast a few times), they won the championship before the game even started, but they were physically crushed in the quarterfinals. It was so fun]"

"【It's time for reckoning. Zhou Xiaozi is frantically deleting previous comments. If you see any fish that slipped through the net, please @ my stupid Ou Doudou below...】"

"【Zhou Xiaoji has really become a chicken now, his wings are broken, the fake faces the real eagle, his true colors are exposed immediately...】"

He began to read aloud to Zhou Yinglin the comments after the reversal of online public opinion, his tone light and teasing.

Zhou Yinglin didn't want to pay attention to him, but as he listened, he couldn't help it and turned around and glared at him.

The doctor immediately scolded:
"Don't move! Your ears are sewn in the wrong place!"

Zhou Yinglin snorted angrily and straightened his head.

"Hahahaha, you must have been scolded by Doctor Zhang." Xu Mude laughed.

Doctor Zhang turned his head and glanced at him: "Don't irritate the patient with your words."

"Yes Yes Yes."

After several hours, the operation was completed. The originally tattered Zhou Yinglin was sewn into a complete human form, with tiny suture marks all over his body.

Doctor Zhang held a glass medicine bottle filled with dark green glowing liquid and said, "You have to think clearly. Although this thing can quickly heal your injuries, it is not a miracle drug that can bring the dead back to life. Instead, it is a poison that will overdraw your life potential and shorten your lifespan."

Zhou Yinglin's sharp eagle eyes were filled with hatred that did not allow for anything else: "There is nothing to consider, just use it for me!"

"Xue Jing...it's not over yet!"

……

After the quarterfinals, the next day is a rest day.

In the Zhige Base villa, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the rooftop with his eyes closed, his body motionless, and his breathing was extremely subtle and long.

He has been sitting here all night.

In the consciousness space, the two Xue Jings were holding nine-foot spears and constantly using them against each other seamlessly. The sound of metal clashing was endless.

But no matter how many times, no matter how hard he tried, he would always stop at the 99th shot and could not reach the 100th shot.

However, Xue Jing was not at all irritated or anxious. He just continued to practice and entered a state of ecstasy similar to flow state.

Gradually, he instinctively began to adjust the rhythm of each shot.

That's right, it's not the technique. The seamless technique is perfect in itself and there is no room for adjustment, but it's the more mysterious 'rhythm'.

Every time he performed the move completely, the rhythm of his shooting would improve a little, becoming closer to some kind of 'ultimate truth'.

It was as if some invisible gaps in the void made the gun fire more and more smooth and fluid.

After an unknown amount of time, the two Xue Jings in the consciousness space suddenly paused when they fired the 99th shot at the same time, and then exploded together, turning into countless small pixels.

In reality, Xue Jing suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

He picked up the nine-foot alloy spear standing beside him, and as if a god had appeared before him, he thrust forward with a perfectly executed shot.

Then came the second shot, the third shot... faster and faster, and in less than a few seconds, ninety-nine shots had been fired forward.

At this moment, he paused for a moment, and then the spear in his hand suddenly shot out!

The 100th shot - a hundred stitches!
A spear-shaped sharp energy force broke away from the tip of the spear in his hand and moved forward, piercing through the alloy dummy's fist and everything along the way, extending forward for hundreds of meters.

A solid sky feather robe that was no different from a real thing fluttered in the wind above the tip of Xue Jing's spear, looking extremely gorgeous.

"A thousand stitches...it's done."

Xue Jing whispered, retracted his spear, opened the panel and looked.

[Sublimable skill detected: Weapon attack]

[Sublimation conditions:
First, ??? (Satisfied)

Second, the level reaches Lv10 (satisfied)

Third, the required divinity: 1000]

[The conditions have been met. Do you want to spend 1000 Divine Sublimation? ]

Xue Jing let out a breath.

at last……

Without hesitation, he clicked Sublime.

The next moment, on the panel, the [Weapon Strike] in the regular skill column gradually melted away like ink.