Chapter 246 Crush! Invincible! The strongest! Beat up Zhou Yinglin! The name of Demon King Xue! (A big chapter with 10,000 words!)
The aura of black thunder 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 'overlord's domineering aura'.
"Buzz buzz-"
The air trembled like an earthquake. Everyone felt their skins 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, and thousands of them who were already weak and mentally depressed fainted and fell to the ground on the spot, unconscious. This should have caused a riot, but everyone was under the oppression of this materialized aura. I couldn't move, I had no intention of paying attention to other people, and even if I noticed, it was because of my inability to do so.
The extremely solid Super Arena wall had small cracks everywhere, and the light blue repulsive membrane surrounding the arena was constantly shaking and creating ripples.
As for the dozens of contestants closest to Xue Jing, almost everyone was gritting their teeth and shaking their bodies.
"Stab it—prick it—"
There were two crisp sounds of clothes tearing apart. Zhou Yinglin looked down at the martial arts uniform that was torn on his chest and left sleeve, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Among the people present, only he and a few other top eight players used their own spiritual aura to protect themselves, blocking Xue Jing's domineering aura from being exposed and not being affected.
Zhou Yinglin tried to expand his spiritual aura.
But he soon discovered that the aura with black thunder patterns on Xue Jing's body was extremely suppressive. Once his aura expanded outside his body, it would be immediately suppressed back, which was extremely domineering.
Looking at the torn clothes, Zhou Yinglin felt relieved.
It wasn't that Xue Jing's spiritual energy level surpassed his, but the effect of some kind of god-given secret technique.
A mere recipient...
The blooming black thunder patterns gradually subsided, and Xue Jing slowly regained her "overlord color domineering energy", and the silvery white in her pupils also faded, turning into the usual dark brown.
The overbearing and oppressive feeling disappeared, but no one at the scene spoke, and silently stared at the terrifying young man.
With it as the center, the surrounding ground was cracked, or had stones stuck up, or was uneven, and it was a mess.
"It seems you rejected my offer."
Zhou Yinglin said calmly.
Xue Jing smiled and said without any fluctuations in his tone: "Those who are trying to sell their heads by inserting bids, they are just like chickens and dogs, get out of here."
Zhou Yinglin's expression remained unchanged: "You should be glad that this is not in the ring. It is against the law to beat you to death in public."
Xue Jing turned her head slightly and glanced at him, sighed, and said with a smile: "If you are half as strong as your mouth, I really have to surrender."
Zhou Yinglin turned around and left, without looking back and said calmly: "You will see... the gap between real geniuses and ordinary people, country people who don't know the heights of the world."
As Zhou Yinglin left, the cold oppression caused by the tit-for-tat confrontation also dissipated.
In the quiet Super Arena, noise gradually began to come out.
"Monsters...these two monsters!!"
"It's been years since U19 boys of this level have appeared. This sense of oppression is too exaggerated!"
"Someone has fainted here, please help!"
"Why do I feel that this Xue Jing is much more powerful than Zhou Yinglin? How come this aura is also filled with lightning?"
"Illusions are all illusions. The one just now should be the function of some special technique..."
"Try to give it a try. The old martial arts are not new martial arts. All the techniques are within a strict framework. This aura already contains substantial physical damage. Ordinary limit-breaking masters can't do it..."
"Is there a shady story? Xue Jing can still participate in old martial arts competitions after practicing forbidden martial arts?"
"Zhou Yinglin has also participated. He is the disciple of the Eternal War Master. Who dares to shady him..."
"What the hell is going on? It's simply unbelievable..."
The commentator coughed and said with some embarrassment: "Well, there seemed to be some minor episodes just now, but it doesn't matter, let's go back to the game..."
Wei Junwu on the ring scratched his head.
Although Xue Jing's domineering aura just now was completely blocked by the repulsion film, he didn't feel it personally in the ring.
But when I saw the people outside the ring being suppressed by the aura, I recalled how I had been distrustful of Xue Jing many times and reminded him how to deal with Zhou Yinglin...
Wei Junwu had an inexplicable premonition, always feeling a phantom pain in his cheek, as if he was about to suffer some kind of blow.
But there was no time to think too much, the opponent had already attacked, and the two people in the ring continued to fight together.
In the player viewing area, Xue Jing stood at the edge, placing her hands on the fence that had been distorted by his aura.
The surrounding contestants, except for Yin Muhu, couldn't help but stay at least thirty meters away from him, as if they were afraid of some savage beast.
At this time, another figure approached him in a leisurely manner. His posture was elegant and calm, full of nobility and impeccable.
"Xue Jun."
A soft and pleasant voice came from the side. Xue Jing turned to look at Suzuka Okar, who was walking over, and suddenly smiled: "Suzuka-san...were you there just now?"
Okar Suzuka nodded with a smile, a gentle smile on her impeccably pretty face:
"Yes, I've been watching you."
Xue Jing heard this and joked: "Then you are not very loyal. I was bullied just now. Suzuka-san, why are you just watching?"
"Mr.
There was a blush on his face, he held his cheek with his right hand and said intoxicatedly:
"Su Qing is so good (so great), that aura just now...it was like being hugged tightly by Xue Jun."
Hearing this, the smile on Xue Jing's face suddenly froze, and her whole body felt cold and tense somewhere.
He quickly waved his hand and said, "Little deer, really don't do this, it's too scary."
Seeing that he was resisting to the point of feeling uncomfortable all over, Okar Suzuka burst into crisp laughter, her branches trembling with joy.
His eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape: "It seems that I have mastered the key factors to defeat Xue Jun. I am really looking forward to my match with you... maybe a kiss on you will have a better effect than a secret blow. ?”
Hearing this, Xue Jing showed an almost horrified expression for the first time, and involuntarily took a few steps back, away from Okar Suzuka.
Yin Muhu, who also heard this next to him, looked embarrassed and showed an expression like 'Subway old man's mobile phone.jpg'.
Everyone who was paying attention to Xue Jing was surprised when they saw this scene. Why did Xue Jing, who never backed down in the face of Zhou Yinglin, actually feel a little... embarrassed in front of Okar Suzuka?
What happened?
Oka Suzuka was also slightly stunned, and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry:
"Xue Jun, I was just kidding."
The corner of Xue Jing's mouth moved, "You'd better be."
He really couldn't guarantee that if Okar Suzuka really did such a random act, he would kill her out of necessity.
Apart from the uncomfortable feeling given to him, Xue Jing still had a good impression of Okar Suzuka and regarded him as a friend he could make.
During the gag, time passes slowly.
The results of the first game came out very quickly, and without any surprise, Wei Junwu from Fengxiaoliu, who was very famous, won.
"Old Xue! How about the move I just made, 'Mystical Bird Transforms into a Phoenix'? Isn't it very handsome?"
Wei Junwu, who came to the player viewing area, immediately came to Xue Jing's side and said somewhat smugly.
It seems that because Xue Jing called him "Old Wei" before, he felt that he was already very familiar with Xue Jing.
"It's okay, it's a good move." Xue Jing replied casually.
Next to them, Okar Suzuka and Yin Muhu smiled, and heard the implication - people are not good at it.
"Hey~ It's comfortable." Wei Junwu, who didn't hear the hidden meaning, suddenly showed a happy and satisfied expression.
This is Xue Jing, who is so crazy that he treats Zhou Yinglin as if he is nothing. During the interview, he said, "I am an eagle and you are snails." He actually gave him an evaluation of "okay, not bad." Is it full of gold content?
“The second game is Old Song Na fighting Li Miao...You should have seen Old Song, right? He is from the Tiandong Sect and is an ‘ancient martial arts school’ inherited from the old times. Now he is practicing this There are very few ancient martial arts schools, such as Taoism and Buddhism. They are basically hidden in the mountains, and their disciples rarely appear in public..."
Wei Junwu is a person who is very good at finding topics. He naturally stayed by Xue Jing's side and talked endlessly. Even when Xue Jing didn't respond or just responded with a cold response, he didn't show any signs of silence. Pass.
Soon, the intermission passed, and in the voice of the commentator, the second game of the quarterfinals began.
The two men started fighting on the ring, and Song Nanxing, who had a calm and calm temperament, put on a boxing stance and remained motionless.
“The Heavenly Movement Sect was born out of the old-era ‘ Heavenly Movement Theory ’ theory. It regards itself as the center of everything, and the Heaven moves while the body does not move... It pays attention to attacking later but being proactive, and reacts naturally according to the actions of opponents approaching it. "
Wei Junwu introduced.
As he spoke, he sighed.
"Lao Song is so lucky, he was sent to the semi-finals."
Xue Jing glanced at him: "Oh?"
Wei Junwu said strangely: "Don't you know? The quarter-finals are a double-elimination format."
"After today's game, it will be divided into a winner's group and a loser's group. The game will start again the day after tomorrow. The winner of the first game will play the loser of the fourth game. Similarly, the winner of the fourth game will play the first The loser fights.”
He pointed at Xue Jing and himself: "After you and Zhou Yinglin decide the winner and the loser, as the winner of the first game, I will fight the loser among you... Damn, it's so difficult. "
At this point, Wei Junwu paused, but there was still something left unsaid.
If Xue Jing loses... then he will be beaten to death by Zhou Yinglin, and Zhou Yinglin will also lose the qualification to compete. He will naturally advance to the semi-finals with a bye.
Wei Junwu curled his lips and said: "But Lao Song is much more comfortable... He is in the second game. After winning, he will fight the loser of the third game. The third game is Yu Jia beating Chen Chao. No need to ask, the winner It must be Yu Jia, and the loser is Chen Chao.”
"If you win two games in the quarter-finals, you will advance. Both games are against the two weakest players in the quarter-finals. Damn, what kind of bullshit is your luck."
Xue Jing said casually: "That's it."
He didn't pay much attention to these rules. He only knew that in the double-elimination competition system, you had to lose twice before you would be eliminated. It turned out that there were some particularities in it.
"It's okay, you shouldn't have to worry about this." Xue Jing said softly.
Wei Junwu: "Huh?"
Xue Jing didn't say anything more, just looked at the ring.
With his eyesight, he has already seen through the situation on the field.
Facing the immovable Song Nanxing who had been unable to attack for a long time, Li Miao, who was sweating profusely, was at his wits' end.
The outcome has been decided.
Of course, Okar Suzuka also noticed this, and he said softly:
"Then Xue Jun, I will go backstage to prepare."
Xue Jing heard this and nodded towards him.
When Yuka Suzuka saw Xue Jing looking towards him, she suddenly smiled, winked with her right eye, and winked at Xue Jing. She was quite cute and cute, not like a man at all.
Xue Jing twitched the corner of her mouth and hardened her fist: "What are you doing?"
"Hehehehe..." Suzuka Okar didn't answer, her eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile, and she turned around and walked backstage with a satisfied look on her face.
Xue Jing clicked his tongue.
This person... is really good-looking, and also really scary. It's amazing.
Xue Jing had suspected that he was a woman disguised as a man.
But...his senses are not so dull that he cannot recognize whether a person is a man or a woman.
Okar Suzuka is undoubtedly a male, and he has everything a man should have physically.
Because of this, Xue Jingcai felt uncomfortable every time she was teased.
That is to say, Okar Suzuka looked too feminine, which made Xue Jing instinctively less disgusted and restrained her murderous intention.
If any muscular man dared to play such tricks on him, Xue Jing felt that he had already killed him.
"I'll go!"
Wei Junwu next to him suddenly screamed strangely.
He covered his chest and said with lingering fear:
"It's so scary. My heart actually moved... I almost got bent over. It was such a close call."
Just now when Okar Suzuka used wink attack on Xue Jing, he was also affected.
"This Okar Suzuka is so beautiful... Oh, what would a man do with such a look? It's such a waste."
Yin Muhu, who was next to him, also sighed: "Yes, I think so too. He is too good-looking. Sometimes I really don't feel that he is a man."
…
The match between Song Nanxing and Li Miao ended quickly as Xue Jing expected.
After a short intermission, Okar Suzuka came on the field.
As the third heir to one of the six largest chaebols in the Far East, a world-famous young genius and a world-class martial arts star, his popularity is extremely high. Even in Zhuxia's off-home field, he aroused huge cheers from the audience. with applause.
His game ended quickly, too.
Even when facing the top eight players in the U19 finals, Okar Suzuka did not use the signature secret of her school, "Slaying the God". She didn't even bring a weapon, and with her hands free, she elegantly and lightly eliminated her opponent.
This was a match with a huge difference in strength, and the result was not unexpected by anyone, not even Chen Chao, who was his opponent.
After the applause given to the winner, Okar Suzuka, the Super Arena gradually became quiet, and eyes kept focusing on the young man standing in the player viewing area, who was as tall as a pine tree.
Everyone knows that the next game is the focus... which is why most of the audience today will come to the scene even if they bite the bullet and buy expensive scalper tickets.
Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged, as calm as before, she just turned around and walked backstage.
"Finally! I was born just to watch this game!"
"I can't wait any longer, bring it up quickly!"
"Twelve times the odds! Just wait for this wave. Stud is a kind of wisdom. If you win the young model in the club, if you lose, you will work in the sea. Xue Jing will win (broken sound)!!"
"Bet on dogs and you'll die!"
The noisy audience voices gradually faded away from her ears, and the phone vibrated. 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, blow up Zhou Xiaoji's cock! Beat the faces of these little bitches on the Internet!"
"Master, Master! Tweet, Tweet, Tweet—"
The sound of Xue Wan's gnashing of teeth came from it, mixed with his little apprentice Zong Shichan's kiss in the air.
Zhou Xiaoji is Zhou Yinglin's nickname... Because of his sharp eyes like an eagle, some people who don't like him will call him Zhou Xiaoji.
Compared to the third-stage Key Power Battle against the five-scumbag Maomao, Land Key Immortal Xue Wan is much more awesome. During this time, he was verbally fighting with the group of bitches to defend Xue Jing on the blog software every day, and he could post hundreds of posts a day.
As a result, her followers were increasing every day, and a group of Xue Jing's fans gradually gathered under her command, and they began to form a group to fight back against Zhou Yinglin's fans. Her blog has become one of the few places on the Internet where Xue Jing dominates the scolding battle.
Xue Jing smiled and gave her a simple "OK" expression, then muted her phone and put it back in her pocket.
A staff member hurriedly trotted up to him. He took a breath and said respectfully: "Contestant Xue Jing, it's time for you to take the field. Please follow me to the waiting area."
Xue Jing nodded to him and said with a smile: "Well, let's go."
…
"I've been waiting for a long time! Welcome back to the quarterfinals of the U19 finals!"
The commentator shouted with excitement and excitement that he had never heard before, and the sound echoed throughout the audience.
The more than 200,000 spectators at the scene also cheered fiercely and thunderous applause that almost shook the venue.
The level of enthusiasm can be seen by the naked eye far better than the previous three games.
In all official U19 game live broadcast rooms, the number of online viewers has also skyrocketed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Due to Zhou Yinglin's participation, rumors that he was suspected of killing people in the ring, and other factors, the U19 finals gained a level of popularity that it did not deserve.
"...This will be an exciting game, no one has the slightest doubt about this!"
"Some people even say that this may become the most exciting game in U19 history!"
"Genius, monster, young master... They have countless names, and they are powerful beyond their age. They are the hope of the future of martial arts, and they are the leaders who will eventually stand in front of everyone and overcome all obstacles!"
"With two people who have never lost since their debut, what kind of beautiful sparks will be ignited by the collision between Invincible and Invincible?"
"Let us invite players Xue Jing and... Zhou Yinglin!"
Playing at the same time in no particular order was a special treatment reserved for the U19 finals championship game in the past.
But at this moment, in a quarter-finals match, no one felt anything was wrong at all.
Thunderous applause, cheers, and screams erupted wildly, almost like a small earthquake, shaking the entire Super Arena.
In the player channels on both sides, a figure stepped out.
One is a young man with eagle-like eyes, holding a strange-looking silver spear... No, rather than calling it a spear, it is better to call it a needle that has been enlarged countless times.
It is thinner than an ordinary gun. There is no sword or red tassel, just extremely slender and sharp.
Rumor has it that the ‘Spear Saint’ Wu Xuanzhu, who had won the title of Eternal Soldier Master, used a special weapon called the ‘Embroidery Needle’ as his magic weapon.
At this moment, what Zhou Yinglin is holding is a replica of the 'embroidery needle'.
On the other side, there was a handsome and picturesque man with the demeanor of Master Yuan Ting Yue Zhi in every move he made...the Demon King.
Yes, the devil.
Anyone who sees the figure with the domineering aura of black thunder patterns spreading out from his body, which seems to be tearing the void apart, will involuntarily think of these two words.
He dragged an old, edgeless sword in his right hand that was taller than a man, and walked towards the ring step by step.
As he moved forward, the ground beneath his feet continued to crack and tremble.
The terrifying sense of oppression made everyone hold their breath, but they were still excited.
It wasn't until he stepped onto the ring that his domineering aura slowly subsided and the scene became calm.
At this time, the photographer, who was trembling with his hands and feet, sat dedicatedly on the elevated platform and began to unswervingly perform the historical task of shooting the opening shot of Xue Jing with a 360-degree surround lens.
"... No data map is needed, they are full-level hexagonal martial artists who have broken through the upper limit of data definition!"
"No introduction is needed, they already knew that the other was their opponent when they looked at each other!"
"Do you need to say anything more at this moment? No need to say anything more, the most exciting showdown will begin soon, let us wait and see!"
After the commentator finished speaking his passionate words, amid thunderous cheers, the referee stepped forward and waved in the middle of the two.
"preparation……"
"start!"
The referee quickly ran down the ring and left. A barely visible light blue repulsive film slowly formed, covering the entire ring.
The two people present did not act immediately, but looked at each other.
Zhou Yinglin slightly tilted the needle-like spear in his hand and said calmly: "I usually don't bring my own weapons when playing games, but I will make an exception for you today. You should be proud."
His voice actually rang out from the entire Super Arena, and everyone could hear it clearly.
"My day, the organizer actually installed amplifying equipment in the ring!?"
"I said that during the intermission just now, a few staff members went up to the ring to do something mysteriously. It turned out that they were installing this thing!"
"Damn, I really gave up my face for the heat...but damn well done, well done!"
"Let's get into a fight, let's fight, I'd love to see it! More of it!"
On the ring, Xue Jing sighed and said:
"To be honest, I'm quite unhappy right now."
"This boring opening introduction, even if it's too talkative, actually makes me and you, an imbecile who just jumps in and sells out, as if we are opponents of the same level."
His words were also carried through the loudspeaker.
His verbal skills, which were obviously superior to Zhou Yinglin's, made many people laugh out loud.
"You're just trying to show off with your words... Do you really think that the broken sword in your hand can handle 'Flawless'?"
Zhou Yinglin chuckled softly and said. "The frog in the well, the perfection of the top martial arts body tempered by the top martial arts schools, is different from your country schools, there is no so-called weakness at all."
"Thinking of using force to overcome skill? I'm just talking nonsense!"
Xue Jing smiled and raised her fingers at him:
"Come on, let's take action. Let me, a countryman, see your top level skills."
Zhou Yinglin sneered: "Just wait and see...it will be over in an instant."
As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly condensed.
The needle-shaped spear in his hand turned into an almost endless torrent of spears at an incredible speed, penetrating towards Xue Jing.
Perhaps because of the effect of that special weapon, its shooting speed was far faster than that of 'Zhou Yinglin' in Xue Jing's consciousness simulation!
But he is fast, Xue Jing is faster!
【Twins】Start instantly!
With the blessing of twin speeds, Xue Jing seemed to have pressed the fast forward button. All movement speeds, including power movement, were multiplied by two, ignoring physics!
And then...Twin Flexibility!
A huge amount of oxygen, more than twice the normal capacity, was inhaled into his lungs and quickly circulated in his body. The surrounding air pressure fluctuated visibly to the naked eye due to this large amount of inhalation.
His body suddenly bulged, becoming larger in proportion, and his height increased from 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters.
The skin, flesh, muscles, bones and blood move in sync, the sound of the dragon's roar echoes throughout the audience, and the power of the finishing touch 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 luck and output formulas, absolute double power!
The extremely terrifying strength was poured into the Forgotten Giant Sword held in his right hand.
The sword trembled and buzzed, the atmosphere was distorted by the vibration, and dense ripples spread out.
This sword is undoubtedly the strongest physical strike that Xue Jing can wield at this moment!
Its name——
"Jingzhe·Shen Yuan!"
He held the sword in his right hand and swung it out. Wherever it passed, the air flow separated towards both sides of the blade, creating two high-temperature white air waves that made a hissing sound.
The endless torrent of gun screens, the perfect ingenuity in the world, is like drizzle at this moment. Facing the huge real dragon that surges through the air, it is instantly crushed by the pure and supreme power, and is rolled up without mercy. Without a trace.
"boom--!!"
The spherical storm air spread out, and a figure flew out suddenly like a cannonball at a speed that almost reached the speed of sound. His two feet pulled out two deep ravines on the floor, raising countless smoke and dust, and slammed into the ground. On the light blue repulsive film.
"Bah, bah, bah—"
The repulsive membrane made a clear sound for the first time, creating huge ripples like a tsunami, trembling, and vaguely showing signs of being unable to bear it.
Looking at the scene happening in front of me, the scene was silent.
Everyone looked at the ring with dull eyes. For a moment, their brains even shut down and they couldn't understand what was happening.
It wasn't until the smoke dispersed and everyone present realized a fact when they looked at Zhou Yinglin, who was leaning against the repulsive membrane.
"It was perfect...it 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 being!?"
"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahaha, I'm going to get rich, get rich! Xue Jing is awesome (broken sound)!"
"Wait, it seems it's not over yet!?"
The noise from the audience gradually calmed down, because... Zhou Yinglin seemed to be fine in the ring.
He was not unconscious, his eyes were still open, and there were no obvious injuries on his body. He was just sitting on the floor with his back against the repulsion membrane.
Xue Jing's smiling voice passed through the loudspeaker and spread throughout the audience:
"Is this what you said would be over in an instant?"
"Get up, you city-dwelling imbecile with top-notch skills. I just controlled the distance and only used the airflow to slightly touch you."
He looked at Zhou Yinglin who was a little stunned and said softly:
"Don't be nervous, I'm just showing someone that I can knock you to death so easily... 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 giant sword he held in his right hand into the ground next to him, penetrated it, and let go of his hand, letting the giant sword stand like the sword in the stone in myths and legends.
"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression slowly began to change. On his usually expressionless face, the corners of his eyes began to twitch, with shame, anger, and anger. They turned blue and white, and his sharp eyes like a falcon revealed bursts of murderous intent.
But soon it slowly returned to calm.
‘The recipient…the God-given secret technique! ’
‘This countryman can’t be so strong, he used a god-given secret technique! ’
Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.
He suddenly reacted and thought of an answer!
‘No, this person is bluffing! ’
‘He hasn’t fully mastered this god-given secret technique yet, so he made a mistake, so he didn’t hit me! ’
'Furthermore, this secret technique can only be used once...that's why you need to bluff to scare me now! ’
'I was almost frightened...'
Zhou Yinglin stood up slowly, thinking that he had seen through Xue Jing's plan... or in other words, he found a reason to convince himself, rebuilding his self-confidence that had collapsed because he was almost killed instantly.
"you……"
He was about to say something when he saw that Xue Jing had already walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the ring, inspected it for a while, and took down an alloy nine-foot spear from the top.
Then he walked back to the center of the ring while gesturing with the spear in his hand. He seemed to be quite satisfied with his opponent and nodded.
Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"You're an imbecile who claims to be a top-notch martial artist. The thing you're most proud of is 'flawless', right?"
Xue Jing asked curiously.
Zhou Yinglin, whose state of mind was no longer stable because he had almost been smashed by a hammer just now, listened to Xue Jing's words of "imbecile", and the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched slightly with anger.
But then, he no longer paid attention to the question of address, but his eyes widened.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Xue Jing held an alloy spear in her right hand and fired dozens of spears into the void beside her.
The torrent of gun screen that has no flaws and implies endless subsequent changes is undoubtedly exactly that - flawless!
"I watched your game before and I learned it well. You don't mind, do you, imbecile?"
Xue Jing asked in a casual tone.
Zhou Yinglin was furious: "Are you studying me!?"
Xue Jing glanced at him in surprise, shook his head and said: "No, you misunderstood, imbecile, don't think too highly of yourself."
"I'm not studying you, just Flawless."
Zhou Yinglin frowned: "What are you talking about?"
Xue Jing snorted, "He is indeed an imbecile."
"Isn't it clear? I mean, you are just a piece of waste paper with precious knowledge written on it."
"I gained the precious knowledge of seamlessness from you, but I have no interest in you, a useless piece of paper that I can't even use to wipe my butt..."
Due to the installation of loudspeakers on the stage, the conversation between the two from beginning to end was broadcast throughout the entire venue, and even to all live broadcast rooms in the stream.
Okar Suzuka stood in the contestant viewing area, so amused that her whole body trembled with laughter:
"It's true. I've lost both my words and my hands. Mr. Zhou, I feel so pitiful when I look at it. Kekekeke..."
…
"As expected of my Ou Doudou!"
In Outer Ring Qingcheng, Xue Wan, who was watching the live broadcast, felt as refreshed as if he had taken a big sip of Bingkuoluo in the summer. He immediately picked up his phone, opened his blog, and happily started posting blog posts, furiously posting to Zhou Yinglin's fans.
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The first metropolitan area, inner ring, Beijing.
The girl with a young and delicate face looked at the live broadcast, with surprise and hope in her eyes: "Junior brother...?"
…
Also in the capital, in a large manor, a handsome young man paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Zhou Yinglin who was losing his temper in the picture, and murmured: "Brother Lin, don't let me down..."
…
On the ring, Zhou Yinglin's face suddenly changed. He barely maintained his calm mood and said:
"...So what? It's just a bluff. 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 attack here and try, the top imbecile who calls himself Beethoven."
The audience at the scene looked strange when they heard this.
"How do you feel...Zhou Yinglin has gradually accepted the term 'imbecile'? Without any rebuttal."
Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of Xue Jing in an instant, at an incredible speed.
“Swish, swish, swish—!!”
The torrent of gunfire came again, but Xue Jing remained motionless to everyone's surprise, as if she didn't react at all.
When Zhou Yinglin saw this, his eyes flashed.
"court death!"
He no longer stayed on guard, but used all his strength. The sharp needle-shaped spear in his hand pointed at various fatal parts of Xue Jing with great precision. Full of killing intent, he struck the dead blow.
Then……
"bite--"
"Ding ding ding ding——"
The tip of the spear pierced Xue Jing's body, making a series of tinkling sounds, but it only stirred up waves of air and did not hurt Xue Jing at all.
"What!?"
Zhou Yinglin looked shocked, but despite being frightened, he continued to stab the torrent of spears.
Twenty shots...thirty shots...forty shots...fifty shots...
The shadow of Tianzhi Yuyi emerged on the tip of the gun, but he still didn't stop.
Sixty shots.
Sixty-five shots.
At the sixty-sixth shot, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had an idea and gained insight into the principle of Xue Jing's perfect defense at this moment.
He thought it was impossible and unbelievable, but he still subconsciously followed his instincts, instantly got rid of the seamless plan, and struck out with a deliberately chaotic and improvised shot.
"Pah——"
The lethality of this random shot was far inferior to that of a flawless shot. Xue Jing, who had been prepared for it, easily grasped the needle-shaped gun head with her palm.
"You tried your best."
Xue Jing said softly.
"Then it's my turn."
The words just fell.
Zhou Yinglin looked up and his sharp pupils shrank to the extreme.
The familiar gun screen turned into a torrent, covering him.
He tried to dodge or take off his strength... but Tianyi Seamless is known for its perfect marksmanship that can cope with endless changes in all situations. Any action taken by the enemy has corresponding follow-up changes to block it. Any 'skilled' response will be blocked in front of Tianyi Seamless. All are powerless.
Either use brute force to break through, use ten strength to defeat one skill, or rely on your own physical strength to resist, or get out of the way at a speed that is several levels faster than the shooter.
And these methods all require far superior strength to the shooter in some aspects... Faced with a numerical monster like Xue Jing, Zhou Yinglin cannot do any of these methods.
Of course, as a person with the same inheritance of flawless marksmanship, he has another way to deal with it, which is to use the same flawless marksmanship to compete with Xue Jing to see who has higher attainments and more guns.
However, because of the 'inspiration' just now, his gun was held by Xue Jing!
This was a huge mistake that could not have happened, but it happened!
For the first time, Zhou Yinglin experienced the frustration and helplessness his opponents felt when facing him in the past.
The irresistible torrent of gunfire poured on him.
"呲呲呲呲呲——"
The strange sounds of flesh being penetrated were heard one after another.
Zhou Yinglin's body was filled with blood holes one after another. After a while, it was already covered with holes and holes.
With every shot, Xue Jing deliberately and slightly shifted the original fatal point, accurately hitting a non-fatal part.
Soon, the trajectory of the gun shadow weaved a heavenly feather coat on Zhou Yinglin's body, but it still didn't stop.
It wasn't until the eightieth shot was fired and penetrated Zhou Yinglin's abdomen that Xue Jing's movements stagnated and stopped.
Zhou Yinglin stood on the spot, trembling all over, looking at his palms with several bloody holes, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and said to himself in disbelief: "It's impossible, it's impossible, in a few days... eight Ten shots, it’s impossible, absolutely impossible…”
He roared: "How long have you been secretly learning to be perfect!? Ten years? Fifteen years? Why have you hidden it until now!"
Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin who was a little crazy, tilted his head slightly, his face remained calm, and softly said a number.
"Seven days."
Zhou Yinglin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and sneered in disbelief: "Haha...hehehe, stop lying, you are a thief who steals masters, this is impossible!"
Xue Jing said calmly: "If you cannot do something yourself, it is considered impossible. Your ability is only to this extent."
As he said that, he changed the topic, "Then, the competition time is over, and then it is the time of reckoning."
When Zhou Yinglin heard this, he felt the serious injuries all over his body, and his face was filled with shame and he gritted his teeth and said in frustration:
"I admit..."
But just as he was about to spit out the last word, a beautiful hand as clear as jade suddenly pinched his mouth.
Different from the beautiful and delicate appearance, the palm is incredibly strong and powerful, like an industrial-grade super steel pliers.
Xue Jing reached out and pinched Zhou Yinglin's chin, pulled him in front of her, looked directly into his eyes, and said softly:
"Don't be so disappointed, Master Zhou, there are still some unresolved matters between us? You don't want to just give in and leave so lightly, do you?"
"Uh-!!"
Zhou Yinglin, who was unable to speak and almost unable to move, showed fear for the first time in his sharp eyes.
Outside the ring, the referee hesitated to speak.
According to the rules, as long as the player shows a clear willingness to admit defeat, regardless of whether he or she fully utters the three words "I surrender", the referee can blow the whistle to terminate the game.
but……
He looked at Xue Jing, who was starting to spread out the aura of dark lightning lines all over the ring, but he didn't dare to blow the whistle to stop him.
Xue Jing pinched Zhou Yinglin's mouth with one hand, gently held his wrist with the other hand, and said softly:
"I remember you said that genius is just the threshold for meeting you, right?"
Saying that, Xue Jing reached out and pulled.
"Stab-"
Zhou Yinglin's arm was torn off by him, including the muscles and bones.
The so-called top-level physical strength has been torn to pieces by the eighty-gun flawless attack. At this moment, Xue Jing tearing off his arm would not be more difficult than tearing a piece of paper.
"Uh-!!"
Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened and he was in agony. He wanted to cry out, but his mouth was pinched and he couldn't cry out.
"It's strange. How come such a high threshold breaks with just one step?"
Xue Jing threw his severed hand aside.
Then he reached out and gently placed it on Zhou Yinglin's ear.
"You're from the city, right?"
Ears ripped off.
"Uh-!!"
"Thirteen giant rooms, right?"
Pull off the other ear as well.
"The Secret Martial Arts Society, right?"
The other arm ripped off.
"Genius, right?"
Xue Jing inserted her hand into his neck and pulled out his collarbone.
"Uh-!!"
"Beethoven, right?"
…
Seeing the cruel scene taking place in the ring, which was like Unit 1 ripping Unit 3 apart, everyone was silent. The audience with weak psychological endurance had already covered their eyes and did not dare to watch anymore.
That boy, who was as handsome as a god, but exuded a dark aura and was as ruthless as the devil, was deeply engraved in everyone's mind.
From today onwards, the name of ‘Demon King Xue’ resounds throughout all the Xia.
On the ring, except for the torso and head, all external parts were removed. 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 arts masters is astonishing.
"You should be lucky that this is in the ring. Although beating you to death is not illegal, it is against the law."
Xue Jing responded to Zhou Yinglin's previous arrogant words. After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked towards the player channel with a calm expression.
"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."
There is no whistle at the end of the game, no passionate shouting from the commentators about who is the winner, and no applause and cheers from the audience.
When Xue Jing approached, the light blue repulsive film slowly dissipated as if fearing him, and his steps did not stop at all.
Step by step, until his figure completely disappeared in the contestant tunnel, there was silence for a while, and then earth-shattering and noisy discussions gradually broke out.
"Invincible...Invincible!!"
"This is actually a complete crushing game! The one being crushed is actually Zhou Yinglin!!"
"I dare to say that Xue Jing is definitely the strongest player in the history of U19, and even all youth martial arts competitions, and even unprecedented, truly invincible!!"
"The grassroots in the outer ring beat up the top talents in the inner ring. Why do I have such a dream?"
"Blow up, blow up, now the whole martial arts world is going to explode!"
"Crushing Zhou Yinglin...the strongest underage martial artist in the world? Is there any problem with this statement?"
"Twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahaha, Xue Jing, Xue Shen!! You are my biological grandfather!"
"Everything he said in the interview is true. There is no arrogance at all. He is really an eagle, and others are really snails to him!"
"The entire circle of young martial arts masters has welcomed their big devil... He can fight hard, is good-looking, and has a sharp tongue. He is an imbecile and can't even be scolded. How could there be such a monster? !”
…
(Promise kept, more than 10,000 words... In order to keep reading, I have completely burned out, my blood bar is empty, I haven't slept for almost 24 hours, and I am one step away from coma...)
(Can I ask for a monthly ticket? ? Please!)
(End of chapter)