Chapter 257 Sweep, Zhou Yinglin: "You...don't come over!!" (4K)
"Is Demon King Xue saying that he wants to finish fishing quickly and go fishing? I didn't expect that he is also a good fisherman... but he is not wearing a helmet, which looks unprofessional."
"I think it looks like a weapon. Can't Dugu Qiufei use grass, wood, bamboo and stone as a sword? He might also be able to do it, using a fishing rod as a spear? Anyway, it looks similar to a spear!"
"You think this is a novel. Please be smarter. Weapons have a much greater impact on combat power than you think. That fishing rod is obviously a very ordinary fishing rod, not a special one. It is slightly less effective in high-intensity martial arts competitions." The fight broke off at the first touch. At most, it was used to bully an opponent whose level was far below him to show off. If Demon King Xue really wanted to play this trick, he would probably suffer a big loss. The gap between Zhou Yinglin and him was huge. Not that big!”
"Otherwise, it's not a fishing competition. The things brought in the 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 crazy."
"Is it going to overturn the car?"
"It's hard to say. Although there seemed to be a big gap in strength between the two in the last match, seeing that Zhou Yinglin still dared to stand in the ring must have something to rely on. If Demon King Xue can rely on him, I'm afraid it will be a bit suspense... "
"Wealth can be found in danger! I have also thought of this. Since Zhou Yinglin dares to take the stage, the result is still unknown! The odds are five to one, I stud him and he can win this time!"
"...You're such a gambler again. Xue Jing won twelve times in the last stud game and it wasn't enough. So you want to play big again? Damn it."
…
Amid the discussion of the audience, Xue Jing stepped onto the ring.
He put the fishing rod on his shoulder with one hand and raised his eyes to glance at Zhou Yinglin, who was also standing opposite.
Ignoring the photographer who started to circle him to take a 360-degree surround shot, Xue Jing said softly:
"Zhou Yinglin, you imbecile, you actually dare to stand in front of me. Who lent you the courage?"
This time his voice did not spread throughout the court, only Zhou Yinglin and the referee next to him heard it.
The last time the U19 officials added loudspeaker equipment to the match between Xue Jing and Zhou Yinglin for the sake of popularity, the conversation between the two was not only broadcast throughout the venue, but also displayed during the live broadcast.
But Xue Jing's talk... is a bit too arrogant.
One mouthful and one imbecile, as well as various variations of the name, began to become popular on the Internet with the shocking end of the game.
Many children have also seen it, and their personal quality has dropped several levels due to their rapid learning. This has led to many parents complaining about U19, and the organizer had to regretfully cancel this link.
Zhou Yinglin held an 'embroidery needle' in his hand, and his face turned red, not sure if it was because he was angry with Xue Jing.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, 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 are not achieved with the mouth. I will soon make you speechless."
Since the last game, he has been nicknamed "imbecile" on the Internet. When he heard the instigator say this word again, he was a little bit unbearable.
Xue Jing was amused, laughed twice, and said: "You have been beaten like that and still can say such things, it really makes me speechless."
"If your skills are half as strong as your mouth, I'm already begging you not to kill me."
Saying that, Xue Jing waved the fishing rod in his hand twice to try out the feel.
Zhou Yinglin frowned and said, "What do you mean you are bringing a fishing rod?"
Xue Jing held the fishing rod in her right hand, tapped it on the palm of her left hand, and said with a smile: "It's not interesting... I just took it over when I saw it. Do you think it's suitable for you?"
"What are you talking about?" Zhou Yinglin was slightly confused.
Xue Jing did not explain, the voice of explanation had already sounded.
"...It's here, it's finally here!"
"Player Zhou Yinglin, who was narrowly defeated in the quarter-finals, successfully resurrected in the lower bracket, reached the semi-finals, and stood in front of player Xue Jing again!"
"A young man with amazing talents and a will to never give up is like an unyielding brave man!"
"Whether he can successfully revenge the great devil who once defeated him, let us witness together the second battle between the brave and the devil!"
"Then, the game... begins!"
The referee stepped forward, waved his hand between the two, and then immediately ran off the ring.
Zhou Yinglin stepped forward and began to walk slowly in a circle around Xue Jing.
He danced the embroidery needle twice around the stick flower with one hand, and said softly while walking:
"Xue Jing, this time is different from the last time."
"I have completely seen through your lies... Do you really think that with a few god-given secrets, you will be invincible?"
Xue Jing smiled and said: "In your opinion, it is like this...then, what do you want to do?"
Zhou Yinglin snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and took out a... wind ball?
It was a group of light cyan, winding and gathering into a round shape. The air flow visible to the naked eye was constantly undulating and rotating.
Xue Jing was originally in a state of not paying much attention to the game, but the moment he saw this light blue air flow, his expression straightened up and his eyes narrowed slightly.
This is……
When Zhou Yinglin saw Xue Jing's serious expression, as if he had confirmed something, he couldn't help laughing, and his laughter was very hearty.
"You recognize this thing, right? Are you scared?"
"How dare you, a mere recipient, stand in the ring and pollute the glory of the old martial arts with dirty methods. Today I will make sure you die without a burial place!"
Zhou Yinglin seemed to have been holding it in for too long, so he shouted loudly, his voice so excited that it became hoarse and broken, a bit hysterical.
After saying that, he shook his hand hard and received a light blue wheal.
In an instant, light cyan air burst out from his hand, spreading in a ring and spreading throughout the arena.
Xue Jing ignored Zhou Yinglin, who was getting increasingly aggressive, and whispered to himself:
"The initial wind of all things..."
[GOD-098·The initial wind of all things].
Youqing Ameng entrusted him to steal high-level divine relics with high serial numbers from Xu's Biological Company.
This is a rather special divine relic. Although it only has one serial number, there are actually nine pieces of it...or nine ways.
Each of the nine original winds of all things has the same ability, possessing the power to 'return things to their original state'.
One of the most typical uses is to deal with ‘things from another world’.
For example, people who have alien implants installed on their bodies, people who have practiced new martial arts resulting in physical alienation, people who have received gifts from alien gods resulting in spiritual alienation... being blown by the original wind of all things will temporarily eliminate all traces of alienation on the body. .
To put it simply, if there is this thing, "power that is not one's own" will not be able to be used.
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. At present, no one knows what will happen if they gather together to become a 'complete body' and what effect it will have. .
Xue Jing also guessed the reason why Wu Youqing wanted the original wind of all things.
"Where did you get this?"
He asked Zhou Yinglin slowly.
Zhou Yinglin seemed to be quite excited, and consciously understood Xue Jing's pain points. He hummed and laughed a few times, but did not answer directly, but said:
"Those who have attained the Dao will get many help, while those who have lost the Dao will have few. There are many people who want you dead, Xue Jing."
Xue Jing nodded, looking thoughtful.
The original wind of all things that Zhou Yinglin is holding in his hand should not be the one in Xu's creature. He has nothing to do with Xu at present.
Probably got it from the Secret Martial Society?
The people who are most suitable to use the original wind of all things are those who practice old martial arts. Their strength comes from their own bodies, so they will not be affected at all.
If it is an extreme old martial arts organization like the Secret Martial Society, it is not surprising to have this thing.
"I didn't expect there would be an unexpected harvest...my boss will be very happy."
Xue Jing thought that if she went back with two primordial winds of all things, Wu Youqing's pretty face, which was always calm and calm, might show an expression of shock and joy with eyes wide open...
As he thought about it, a soft smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
This scene was captured by a photographer with a close-up lens and was shown on the big screen in the venue, causing a burst of noise and screams from the audience.
Xue Jing ignored the noise from the outside world, but flicked the fishing rod in his hand and activated the [Soldier Master].
The effect of armament strengthening gradually covers the entire fishing rod, turning it into a magical weapon... Moreover, there is no platinum dyeing. This is a usage he has experimented with in the past few days. Since stealth assassination weapons such as daggers are also within the scope of [Weapon Master], as long as he thinks about the concealment of the weapons in his hands when using them, the platinum gold The special effects will be hidden.
‘Sure enough...even the original wind of all things has no effect on me. ’
Xue Jing thought to herself, pointed the fishing rod in her 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 a chance to take action."
Zhou Yinglin sneered, "Pretending!"
"Go to hell, Xue Jing!"
He took a step forward, thrust out the embroidery needle in his hand, and used it without hesitation to make the embroidery seamless.
This time, he will never lose again. Without the God-given secret technique, the person in front of him is just a thief who has learned it perfectly!
Zhou Yinglin's skin flushed slightly, and there was a faint white steaming mist coming out of Tianling.
The secret medicine he took before the game began to take effect, forcibly boosting his mental calculation ability. At this moment, he had reached the third level of seamlessness - a hundred stitches and a thousand threads!
Even if it is the Grand Master of Breaking Limits in person, under his hundreds of needles and thousands of threads, you have to be extremely cautious. If you are not careful, you will be punished on the spot!
The needle-like spear in his hand turned into a stream of light, one divided into ten, and ten divided into a hundred, turning into an endless torrent of gun screens, covering Xue Jing's body.
Close, getting closer.
The country guy in front of him, who had brought him great humiliation through cheating, was about to die in his own hands.
Zhou Yinglin felt that his whole body was numb and hot, he was extremely excited, and a hearty feeling was about to pour out and flow throughout his body.
He had a hunch that after killing Xue Jing, he would immediately have a huge breakthrough and reach the true state of a hundred needles and a thousand threads...
And just when the torrent of gun screens was about to drown Xue Jing.
"唰——锵——"
The wind howled and the sound of gold and iron clashed.
Xue Jing waved the ordinary fishing rod in her hand.
The force was so strong that it reached its extreme. A terrifying and irresistible blow came, and Zhou Yinglin's already formed seamless clothes were torn apart in an instant like a piece of tattered clothes.
The torrent of the gun curtain 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.
That's...a fishing rod?
Why... why does it look like that giant sword?
How is that possible! ?
The hands that were originally holding the spear went numb and almost lost consciousness, just like the feeling after three days and three nights of stabbing out the spear under the strict supervision of my senior brother when I first started.
What on earth... happened?
In a daze, Xue Jing's unwavering voice sounded in his ears.
"When the opportunity ran out, you tried your best."
As soon as he finished speaking, severe pain suddenly shot up and down his body.
A fishing rod turned into an endless torrent that he was familiar with, covering his body.
"呲呲呲呲呲——"
There was no sharp fishing rod, but it was like a real spear, pricking dense bloody holes in his body 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 confused.
"It's useless to shoot."
"I'm not good at backhand."
"Loose steps."
"Responsive."
Xue Jing held the fishing rod in one hand, lifted Zhou Yinglin off the ground, and held him in the air while muttering something.
"There is no decent place, but you still want to compete with me on the same stage? Just have your sweet dream!"
With the last scolding, Xue Jing fired the hundredth 'gun' with the fishing rod in her hand.
A piece of heavenly feather clothing that was extremely solid and solid appeared and was put on Zhou Yinglin's body.
Zhou Yinglin vomited out a mouthful of blood, knelt on the ground, looked at the feather coat on his body, and trembled all over: "A hundred... a hundred needles and a thousand threads, how is it possible..."
Xue Jing said: "You have practiced for a few more days and you have made some progress. Isn't it normal?"
"What, can't you do it? Genius?"
Zhou Yinglin's falcon-like eyes completely lost their sparkle: "It's impossible, it won't happen, it shouldn't be..."
Xue Jing inserted the fishing rod in her hand into the ground and walked towards Zhou Yinglin. As she walked, she whispered: "Don't you still want to recognize the reality? It doesn't matter, but I regret to inform you now."
"Game time is over again."
Hearing this, Zhou Yinglin suddenly raised his head and looked at Xue Jing, with deep fear in his eyes.
He was half lying on the ground, retreating in a panic, shouting hysterically: "You... don't come over here!"
The sound was so loud that almost the entire audience heard it.
But in the eyes of everyone who couldn't bear to look at him with sympathy, the ruthless demon king, who exuded a black thunder pattern aura, approached him and reached out to grab one of his feet.
"Bang--!!"
Zhou Yinglin's whole body was thrown in a semicircle and hit hard on the floor on the other side. The ground was directly exploded into a pile of stone chips, creating a large human-shaped pit.
For a moment, the whites of 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 explosions of human bodies hitting the ground continued to sound. Xue Jing was like wielding a huge human-shaped sword and smashed Zhou Yinglin everywhere. With each sound, the entire super arena faintly shook several times, and the force was very scary.
It wasn't until Zhou Yinglin's bones in his hand were broken into pieces, and he was lying on the ground in a twisted posture like a torn sack, that Xue Jing stopped and let go of the hand holding his ankle.
"As a weapon, the human body is really terrible and difficult to use..."
In the silent Super Arena, Xue Jing's quiet voice spread throughout the venue.
He walked to the side, pulled up the fishing rod stuck on the floor, and swung it fiercely.
The huge force stirred up the airflow, pulling together the light blue initial wind of all things that spread across the arena.
The original wind of all things has the ability to aggregate. Even if it spreads, it will always attract each other. When it stays at a very close distance, it will slowly re-condensate into a ball. Therefore, although it was crushed by Zhou Yinglin, it did not disperse. Staying in the ring.
At this time, Xue Jing waved the fishing rod several times at various angles, forcibly gathering it into a fist-sized wind ball, and held it in one hand.
He looked back at Zhou Yinglin, who had stopped moving, and said calmly:
"I'll take it away."
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
Zhou Yinglin made no move.
"It seems you agree. Thanks."
After thanking her sincerely, Xue Jing walked towards the contestant channel with her fishing rod intact with one hand.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that the referee swallowed, hurriedly picked up the whistle hanging on his chest, and blew the whistle to end the game.
"Victory...the victory has been decided!"
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(I forgot to set the time. I’m depressed, wasting a leave request...)
(End of this chapter)