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Chapter 257 Sweep, Zhou Yinglin: "You... don't come over here!!" (4K)

"Does Demon King Xue mean to finish the fight quickly and go fishing? I didn't expect him to be a good fisherman... but he didn't wear a helmet, which made him look unprofessional."

"I think it looks like a weapon. Can't Dugu Qiubai use grass, wood, bamboo, and stone as swords? Maybe he can do it too, using a fishing rod as a gun? It looks similar to a gun anyway!"

"You think this is a novel? Please use your brain. Weapons have a much greater impact on combat power than you think. That fishing rod is obviously an ordinary fishing rod, not a special one. It will break after a slight collision in a high-intensity martial arts competition. At most, it is used to bully opponents who are far below itself. If Demon King Xue really wants to play this game, I'm afraid he will suffer a great loss. The gap between him and Zhou Yinglin is not that big!"

"Well, this isn't a fishing competition. The things you bring to a martial arts competition must be weapons. He just wants to show off."

"As expected of Demon King Xue, I feel relieved to see that he is still so arrogant."

"Is the car going to flip over?"

"It's hard to say. Although the two seemed to have a big gap in strength in their last fight, Zhou Yinglin must have something to rely on to stand on the stage. If Demon King Xue is too confident, I'm afraid it will be a bit risky..."

"You must be careful to take risks to get rich! I've thought of this too. Since Zhou Yinglin still dares to go on stage, the outcome is still unknown! The odds are five to one, I'll win this time if I go all in!"

"…It's you again, you gambler. Last time, Xue Jing won twelve times the money, and it wasn't enough. You're going big again? Damn it."

……

Amid the discussion of the audience, Xue Jing stepped onto the stage.

He carried the fishing rod on his shoulder with one hand and looked up at Zhou Yinglin who was also standing opposite him.

Ignoring the photographer who began to take 360-degree surround shots around him, Xue Jing spoke softly:

"Zhou Yinglin, you idiot, how dare you stand in front of me? Who gave you the guts?"

This time his voice did not spread throughout the stadium. Only Zhou Yinglin and the referee next to him heard it.

Last time, the U19 officials added a loudspeaker to the match between Xue Jing and Zhou Yinglin for the sake of popularity, so that the conversation between the two was not only heard throughout the stadium, but was also shown in the live broadcast.

But Xue Jing's talkativeness... is a bit too much.

Calling him "idiot" and various variations of the name became popular on the Internet as the competition came to a shocking end.

Many children also saw this and learned very quickly, but their personal qualities dropped several levels, which led to many parents complaining about U19. The organizer had to regretfully cancel this event.

Zhou Yinglin held the "embroidery needle" in his hand, his face flushed a little, perhaps because Xue Jing had angered him.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he raised the embroidery needle, pointed the tip of the gun at Xue Jing, and said sternly: "Xue Jing, don't be arrogant, martial arts is not fought with the mouth, I will make you speechless soon."

Ever since the last match, he had gained a nickname of "moron" on the Internet. Hearing the person who started it say that word again, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Xue Jing was amused. He laughed twice and said, "You were beaten like that and still said such things. It really makes me speechless."

"If you were half as good with your fists as you are with your mouth, I'd be begging you not to kill me."

As he spoke, Xue Jing waved the fishing rod in his hand twice to test the feel.

Zhou Yinglin frowned and said, "What do you mean by bringing a fishing rod?"

Xue Jing held the fishing rod in his right hand, tapped it against the palm of his left hand, and said with a smile: "It's nothing... I just picked it up when I saw it. Do you think it suits you?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Yinglin was a little confused.

Xue Jing didn't explain, but the commentator's voice had already sounded.

“…It’s here, it’s finally here!”

"Contestant Zhou Yinglin, who narrowly lost in the quarterfinals, successfully resurrected in the loser group and made it to the semifinals, standing in front of contestant Xue Jing again!"

"A young man of extraordinary talent and a will that never gives up, just like an indomitable warrior!"

“Can he successfully avenge the great demon king who once defeated him? Let us witness together the second battle between the hero and the demon king!”

"Then, the game... begins!"

The referee stepped forward, waved his hand between the two, and then immediately ran off the ring.

Zhou Yinglin took a step forward and began to walk slowly in circles around Xue Jing.

He danced the embroidery needle twice with one hand, and said lightly while walking:

"Xue Jing, this time is different from the last time."

"I have completely seen through your true colors... Do you really think that you can be invincible with just a few divine secret techniques?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "That's what you think... Then, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Yinglin snorted coldly, reached out and took out a... wind ball from his arms?
It was a light blue airflow that was entangled and gathered into a circular shape. It was visible to the naked eye and was constantly fluctuating and rotating.

Xue Jing was originally in a state of not caring about the game, but the moment he saw this light blue airflow, his expression straightened up and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is……

When Zhou Yinglin saw Xue Jing's expression became much more serious, as if he had confirmed something, he couldn't help laughing, and his laughter was very happy.

"You recognize this thing, right? You're scared, right?"

"How dare you, a mere recipient of the gift, stand on the ring and taint the glory of the old martial arts with your dirty tricks? Today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

It seemed that Zhou Yinglin had been holding it in for too long, and he shouted loudly at this moment, his voice so excited that it was hoarse and a little hysterical.

After saying that, he grasped the light blue wind ball in his hand fiercely.

In an instant, a light blue airflow burst out from his hands, spreading out in a ring shape and dispersing across the entire ring.

Xue Jing ignored Zhou Yinglin who was becoming increasingly rampant, and whispered to himself:
"The wind that gave birth to all things..."

[GOD-098: The Wind That Started All Things].

Youqing Amen entrusted him to go to Xu's Biological Company to steal the high-level divine relic with a high serial number.

This is a very special divine relic. Although it has only one serial number, there are actually nine of them...or nine paths.

The nine winds of origin of all things, each has the same ability, and possesses the power to "return things to their original state."

The most typical usage is to deal with "things from other worlds".

For example, people with alien implants in their bodies, people who have practiced new martial arts and caused physical alienation, people who have received gifts from alien gods and caused spiritual alienation... when they are blown by the original wind of all things, all traces of alienation on their bodies will be temporarily eliminated.

Simply put, if you have this thing, you cannot use any "power that is not originally yours".

Since the original wind of all things was discovered, it has been scattered all over the world. The nine wind groups have never really gathered together. Currently, no one knows what will happen and what effect it will have if they are gathered together to become a "complete body".

Xue Jing had more or less guessed the reason why Wu Youqing wanted the wind of origin of all things.

"Where did you get this?"

He slowly asked Zhou Yinglin.

Zhou Yinglin seemed quite excited, and felt that he had grasped Xue Jing's pain point. Hearing this, he chuckled a few times, but did not give a direct answer. Instead, he said:

"Those who are righteous have many supporters, while those who are unrighteous have few supporters. There are many people who want you dead, Xue Jing."

Xue Jing nodded, his eyes thoughtful.

The wind of origin of all things in Zhou Yinglin's hand should not be the one in Xu's biology. He has no connection with Xu's at present.

Maybe he got it from the Secret Martial Arts Society?
The people who are most suitable to use the original wind of all things are those who practice traditional martial arts. All their strength comes from their own body, so they will not be affected at all.

If it is an extreme old martial arts organization like the Secret Martial Arts Society, it is not surprising that they have this thing.

"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected gain... My boss will be very happy."

Xue Jing thought that if he took the two winds of origin back with him, Wu Youqing's pretty face, which had always been calm and peaceful, might reveal an expression of shock and joy with eyes wide open...

As I thought about it, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of my mouth.

This scene was captured by the photographer with a close-up lens and projected on the big screen in the venue, causing noise and screams from the audience.

Xue Jing ignored the noise from the outside world, and swung the fishing rod in his hand, activating the [Master of Soldiers].

The effect of the weapon strengthening gradually covered the entire fishing rod, turning it into a magical weapon... and there was no platinum stain. This was the method he had experimented with in the past few days. Since hidden assassination weapons such as daggers were also within the scope of [Weapon Master], as long as he kept in mind the need for concealment when using the weapon, the platinum special effect would disappear.

"As expected... even the wind that gave birth to all things has no effect on me."

Xue Jing thought to himself, pointed the fishing rod in his hand at Zhou Yinglin, and said softly:

"Although you seem to have misunderstood something, I am in a good mood now, and I even want to thank you."

"I'll give you one chance, go for it."

Zhou Yinglin sneered, "Pretending!"

"Go to hell, Xue Jing!"

He took a step forward, thrust out with the embroidery needle in his hand, and performed the flawless move without hesitation.

This time, he will never lose again. Without the secret technique bestowed by God, the person in front of him is nothing more than a thief who has learned the technique perfectly!

Zhou Yinglin's skin turned slightly red, and a faint white mist was rising from his forehead.

The secret medicine he took before the game began to take effect, forcing his mental calculation ability to rise. At this moment, he had already reached the third level of perfection - a hundred needles and a thousand threads!
Even if the Limit Breaking Grandmaster is in person, you still have to be extremely cautious under his thousands of needles and threads, or you will die on the spot if you are not careful!
The needle-shaped spear in his hand turned into a stream of light, one divided into ten, ten into a hundred, and turned into an endless torrent of gun curtains, covering Xue Jing.

Close, getting closer.

The country bumpkin in front of him, who had brought him great humiliation by cheating, was about to die in his own hands.

Zhou Yinglin felt his whole body numb and hot. He was extremely excited, and a feeling of complete satisfaction was about to surge out and flow throughout his body.

He had a feeling that after killing Xue Jing, he would immediately have a huge breakthrough and reach the true realm of Hundred Needles and Thousand Threads...

Just when the torrent of gunfire was about to drown Xue Jing.

“Shua——clang——”

The wind whistled past, and the sound of metal clashing was heard.

Xue Jing waved the ordinary fishing rod in his hand casually.

A powerful, extremely fierce and irresistible blow came at Zhou Yinglin, and Zhou Yinglin's seamless clothes were torn apart like a piece of torn clothes in an instant.

The torrent of gunfire dissipated and collapsed, and the embroidery needle flew out, spinning in the air, and inserted into the light blue repulsive membrane above the ring, causing ripples.

"Varied……!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is that... a fishing rod?

Why...why does it look like that giant sword?
How can it be! ?
The hands that were originally holding the spear felt numb and almost lost consciousness, just like the feeling when he had just started practicing and had been stabbing with the spear for three days and three nights under the strict supervision of his senior brother.

In the end what happened?
In a daze, Xue Jing's voice without any fluctuation in tone sounded in his ears.

"You ran out of opportunities and tried your best."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain all over his body.

A fishing rod turned into an endless torrent that he was familiar with, covering his body.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”

The fishing rod was not sharp at all, but it was like a real spear, piercing his body with dense bloody holes one after another.

This was almost exactly the same as the previous game, except that the weapons were different, which made Zhou Yinglin a little dazed.

"The gun is weak."

"Backhand is not good."

"Loose steps."

"Responsive."

Xue Jing held the fishing rod in one hand and poked Zhou Yinglin up from the ground, holding him in the air while muttering something.

"None of the places are decent, and you still want to compete with me? Dream on!"

Following the last scolding, Xue Jing fired the hundredth 'shot' with the fishing rod in his hand.

An extremely solid heavenly feather robe that looked like a physical entity emerged and was worn by Zhou Yinglin.

Zhou Yinglin vomited a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground, and looked at the feathered robe on his body, trembling all over: "Hundreds...hundreds of stitches, how could it be possible..."

Xue Jing said: "After practicing for a few more days, I have made some progress. Isn't that normal?"

"What, you can't do that? Genius?"

Zhou Yinglin's hawk-like eyes completely lost their spirit: "Impossible, no, it shouldn't be..."

Xue Jing stuck the fishing rod in his hand into the ground and walked towards Zhou Yinglin. As he walked, he whispered, "You still don't want to face the reality? It doesn't matter, but I have to inform you with regret now."

"Game time is over again."

Hearing this, Zhou Yinglin suddenly looked up at Xue Jing, deep fear in his eyes.

He half-lying on the ground, backing away in panic, yelling hysterically: "You... don't come over here, ah ah ah!"

The sound was so loud that almost the entire audience could hear it.

But amidst everyone's sympathetic and reluctant eyes, the ruthless demon king, whose body was emitting an aura of black lightning patterns, approached him and reached out to grab one of his feet.

"boom--!!"

Zhou Yinglin's entire body was swung in a semicircle and slammed heavily onto the floor on the other side, directly shattering the ground into a pile of stone chips and creating a large human-shaped pit.

In an instant, his eyes rolled up and he almost fainted. Countless blood burst out from the blood holes all over his body, making people wonder, can the human body hold so much liquid?
"Bang——" "Bang——" "Bang——"

The sound of human bodies hitting the ground continued to be heard. Xue Jing smashed Zhou Yinglin everywhere as if he was wielding a giant human-shaped sword. With each sound, the entire super arena shook faintly a few times. The force was very scary.

Only when Zhou Yinglin's bones were broken and he fell to the ground in a twisted posture like a torn sack did Xue Jing stop and loosen his grip on his ankle.

"As a weapon, the human body is terrible and difficult to use..."

In the silent super arena, Xue Jing's soft voice spread throughout the venue.

He walked to the side, pulled up the fishing rod that was stuck in the floor, and swung it vigorously.

The enormous force rolled up the air currents, bringing together the light blue wind of the origin of all things that was spreading across the arena.

The original wind of all things has the property of aggregation. Even if it spreads out, it will always attract each other. If it stays at a very close distance, it will slowly condense into a ball again. Therefore, although it was crushed by Zhou Yinglin, it did not disperse, but remained on the ring.

At this time, Xue Jing swung the fishing rod several times at various angles, forcing it into a fist-sized ball of wind, and held it in one hand.

He turned around to look at Zhou Yinglin, who was already motionless, and said calmly:

"I'll take it away."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Zhou Yinglin didn't move.

"It seems you agree. Thank you."

After expressing his thanks insincerely, Xue Jing walked towards the contestant channel, holding the intact fishing rod in one hand.

Only after his figure disappeared did the referee swallow his saliva, hurriedly picked up the whistle hanging on his chest, and blew the whistle to end the game.

"The winner...the winner has been decided!"

……

(I forgot to set the time, so depressed, it was a waste of a leave application...)
(End of this chapter)