I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Yin Muhu looked at the stadium entrance, which was packed with people, and asked, "How do we get there? By using our light-footed skills to step on their heads?"

Just then, a commotion of shouts arose from the side.

"Get out of the way!"

Xue Jing turned his head to look.

Not far away, a group of arrogant people dressed in dojo uniforms pushed and shoved their way toward the stadium entrance.

Surrounded by that group of people was a handsome young man with a cold expression.

"Get out of the way! Don't block the way!"

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Stop pushing! There's no space left!"

"Someone has fallen, don't push!"

As the group pushed and shoved, a small-scale chaos began to break out, with shouts and curses filling the air.

"Who are those people?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.

Yin Muhu frowned and said, "Judging from the markings on their robes, they should be from the Four Symbols Dojo."

"What are they doing? Why are they being so aggressive? What if it causes a stampede?"

A young man carrying a backpack fell backward in the shoving. Xue Jing reached out, grabbed his backpack, and lifted him up, dangling him in the air.

The latter felt as if he were being held like a chick, his feet dangling in the air. Still shaken, he turned to Xue Jing and stammered:

"Thank...Thank you."

Xue Jing smiled, unloaded his backpack, and put him on the ground. "You're welcome. Be careful."

The young man stared blankly at Xue Jing's smile.

Xue Jing didn't care. After speaking, he walked towards the group of people from the Four Symbols Dojo.

"Let's go, their behavior isn't good. I'll go and talk to them."

Jiang Siwei was taken aback: "Persuade? How?"

Yin Muhu grinned, revealing a set of neat white teeth:

"Sister Wei, you don't understand. Martial artists have two methods of persuading people."

One approach is based on reason, the other on physics.

"These two sets are usually taught alternately, but depending on personal preference, some people like to start with the theory, while others prefer to start with the physics."

Jiang Siwei: "Huh?"

Before she could react, it had already started not far away.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing—ah!"

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"You brat, you're asking for it—ah!"

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"Holy shit—ah!"

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"Wait a minute—ah!"

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"We are the Four Symbols—ah!"

When Jiang Siwei looked over, the group of people from the Four Symbols Dojo had basically all collapsed to the ground.

Everyone had either a hand or a foot bent into an exaggerated arc, clutching their injured parts and screaming in agony.

Yin Muhu: "It seems that Brother Xue is going to talk about the physics school first."

Jiang Siwei: "..."

The surrounding crowd stared in disbelief at the scene before them, and for a moment the noise subsided.

"Promise me you'll behave and follow the rules, okay? Entering ten minutes early won't get you a head start in your reincarnation."

Xue Jing looked at the crowd lying on the ground screaming in pain and spoke gently.

"You brat, don't get too cocky!"

One of them clutched his bent hand, glared at Xue Jing, and then looked at the only remaining young man from the Four Symbols Dojo who was still standing.

"Junior Brother Ji, why are you just watching!"

Xue Jing also looked at the indifferent-looking boy with some curiosity.

From the moment he broke the hand of the first person, the boy noticed him, but he never tried to stop him. He just watched as the boy wiped out all his fellow disciples without changing his expression at all.

"Junior Brother Ji, go! Teach this kid a lesson!"

Ignoring the shouts around him, Junior Brother Ji nodded to Xue Jing, his expression indifferent, and said in a completely calm tone, "Thank you."

Xue Jing: "Oh?"

"They are from the same sect."

"I'm not easy to beat."

"You helped me."

Junior Brother Ji spoke haltingly, using very few words.

Xue Jing couldn't help but smile.

"You're very interesting... My name is Xue Jing, what's yours?"

"Ji Huaiyu".

Xue Jing nodded: "I've got it."

He then pointed to the disciples of the Four Symbols Dojo around him.

"Keep them in check. If they misbehave, you don't need to hit them. Just touch their wounds. It's just showing concern for your fellow disciples when they're injured. There's absolutely no problem with that, right?"

Ji Huaiyu was taken aback, a hint of understanding showing on his handsome face.

"Got it, thank you."

His expression remained indifferent, and his tone was unchanged, showing no sign of gratitude.

Xue Jing smiled, walked over to the Four Symbols Dojo disciple who had been shouting the loudest earlier, and stepped on his fingers.

"Aaaaaah!!" the latter immediately screamed in agony.

"I'm sorry, there were too many people, and it was inevitable that we would step on something while jostling around," Xue Jing apologized insincerely.

"You...!!" The man was furious.

Xue Jing, however, had already turned and left.

The people around him stared at his retreating figure, lost in thought.

"Holy crap, how can he be so handsome!"

"Who is that person! So young and so talented, could he be one of the U19 contestants!?"

"Ten seconds. I need all the information about this man!"

"You didn't expect these people to be so arrogant, did you? You didn't kick a hornet's nest, but the hornet's nest came knocking on your door!"

"This is what a martial artist should be like: standing up for justice when they see injustice!"

Amidst the noise, Xue Jing returned to Jiang Siwei and Yin Muhu's side.

"Xiao Jing, you're so handsome..." Jiang Siwei covered her mouth with both hands, looking at him with admiration like a little fangirl.

This was the first time she had seen her younger brother take action.

“To be fair, sparrows eat crickets,” Yin Muhu agreed.

Xue Jing casually said, "Alright, let's go."

The three followed the flow of people toward the stadium entrance.

On the way, Jiang Siwei said with a regretful look, "Xiao Jing, the fact that you taught them a lesson just now was a great story to tell, but unfortunately you weren't interested..."

With just a little manipulation and a photo taken on set to show Xue Jing's face, the persona of a chivalrous, talented, and handsome young martial artist would be established.

It will at least make a small splash and trend on social media.

Xue Jing simply smiled and did not reply.

……

After weaving through the crowd, the three quickly arrived at the stadium entrance. After going through a series of procedures and verifications, they entered the stadium through the internal personnel passage.

Jiang Siwei carried her briefcase to find the relevant personnel at the stadium to handle some matters, while Xue Jing and Yin Muhu went to the athletes' rest room.

Time passed slowly, and it was approaching four o'clock in the afternoon.

By this time, almost all the audience members had entered and taken their seats.

In the lounge, Jiang Siwei, who had already returned, showed a change in expression and said:

"It's time to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the entire venue suddenly went out.

Immediately, colorful neon lights began to flash, and on the huge, spacious arena in the center of the venue, a circular platform slowly rose up. Standing in the center of the platform was a young male singer dressed in a gorgeous stage costume and holding a microphone.

As the dynamic background music began, the powerful vocals resonated throughout the entire venue.

"Don't succumb to the so-called difference in talent; always believe that hard work pays off."

Yin Muhu curled his lip:

"Heaven rewards diligence," the anthem of the Martial Arts Association.

"That's a lie."