I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"Gu Hongding uses the renowned 'Qi Tun Wushuang Style,' a style with a long history. He is a very rare 'battlefield style' martial artist. He gives his all in every match, as if he were going to fight on the battlefield... Hmm, this armor is also a cold weapon, so it doesn't violate the rules."

"Let's take a look at his hexagonal data plot."

"Attack 7, Speed ​​5, Defense 8, Skill 7, Mind 8, Intelligence 9... Oh~ Except for 'Speed', all the stats are top-tier. It's an incredibly impressive stat sheet. No wonder it's a top contender."

"And who is this powerful opponent whom he treats with utmost seriousness, going to great lengths and adhering strictly to the rules?"

"Let's welcome—contestant Xue Jing!"

When the narrator mentioned Xue Jing's name at the end, his voice suddenly became louder and his tone became unusually excited.

The audience was very supportive, with thunderous applause and cheers that nearly lifted the entire stadium.

As the spotlight shone down, a figure slowly walked out of the contestants' passage.

Upon seeing him, the applause and cheers rose to another level.

"Husband, husband, husband!!"

"Xue Jing, husband, look here!!"

Extremely loud shouts came from the audience.

This level of popularity is on a completely different level from Gu Hongding and any of the previous contestants; it's extremely exaggerated.

Standing on the ring, Gu Hongding couldn't help but sweat, feeling as if he were fighting on an away turf, with the entire audience standing on the opposite side.

He took off his helmet, revealing a shiny bald head, and wiped the sweat off it with his hand.

Xue Jing was also somewhat surprised, not expecting such a loud cheer to greet him.

Carrying his Futu Knife, he walked towards the arena, nodding and smiling at the audience as he went.

Whichever direction his gaze pointed, the audience in that direction would erupt in even louder cheers.

The photographer, sitting on the elevated platform, once again very considerately began to circle around Xue Jing, creating a smooth 360-degree surround shot, clearly showing his special treatment.

This time, Xue Jing didn't smile at the camera, pretending not to see it and ignoring the photographer.

Even so, the audience's cheers remained enthusiastic.

"Everyone is probably already familiar with Xue Jing. Since he first stepped onto the field two days ago, he has amazed the world with his smile and his slash. It can be said that he reached his peak right from the start. Even the male protagonist of a martial arts novel is no better than him!"

"The style he uses is the 'Hidden Dragon Style.' Let's take a look at his hexagonal data chart first."

"Attack 10, Speed?, Defense?, Technique 10, Mind?, Intelligence?... Since Xue Jing has only played one match so far, the data is temporarily missing, but based on what he has shown so far, he has already achieved two perfect scores of 10!"

"I'm really looking forward to it! What kind of exciting match will Xue Jing bring us today?"

On the arena, Xue Jing looked at Gu Hongding opposite him, his gaze lingering on Gu Hongding's obviously extraordinary armor. He immediately understood why the other party was a 'battlefield-style' martial artist.

"This outfit must have been expensive," Xue Jing said with a smile.

Gu Hongding was taken aback.

He had seen Xue Jing slash Li Chengxuan so badly with one stroke and thought the other person had a bad temper, but he didn't expect him to speak in such a kind and gentle tone.

"Uh...it is a bit expensive." He scratched his bald head.

Xue Jing nodded: "I see... then I'll try to be careful."

Gu Hongding: "Huh?"

Before he could think it through, the commentator had already rambled on to the very end.

"...This match can be described as the strongest spear against the strongest shield. Who will emerge victorious? Let's wait and see!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the referee walked onto the ring and stood between the two.

"Boys, take your positions."

"preparation……"

"start!"

As the referee's arm swung down between the two players, a commotion suddenly broke out in the stands.

"Come on!"

"Go, Gu Hongding!"

"Keep it up, bald big brother!"

The cheers left Gu Hongding completely bewildered.

The phrase "the bald older brother" was a bit jarring...

He quickly realized what was going on, and a wry smile appeared on his face beneath the visor-covered helmet.

There's only one reason why fans cheer for their idol's rivals...

'Are you just offering sympathetic, teasing encouragement because you think I'm bound to lose...?'

"Damn it, we've really been looked down upon."

Gu Hongding curled his lip.

His gaze turned serious, and he pointed his three-meter-long cleaver at Xue Jing.

Although it was a bit of a cheat, his equipment was specifically designed to counter his opponent.

That kind of long-range sword energy looks impressive and outrageous, but in reality, its power is definitely not as good as a direct cut from a real sword.

Even a real knife couldn't break through his tortoise-shell-like defenses.

The "Qi Devouring Peerless Flow" he cultivated was a martial art born for the battlefield.

On the battlefield, which aspect of combat capability is the most important?

Battery life!

Its greatest strength lies in its endurance.

He can wear this heavy armor and fight for hours without getting exhausted!

'I'll wear you out until you die.'

Gu Hongding looked at Xue Jing and thought to himself.

As the match began, the cheers from the audience gradually subsided, and they began to focus on the match itself.

After observing Gu Hongding for a while, Xue Jing shook his head.

He channeled his energy into the Futu Blade in his hand, then plunged it, scabbard and all, into the ground, embedding it upright in the arena floor before releasing his grip.

He entered the ring at 16:57.

Now, it's about 59 points.

Xue Jing looked at Gu Hongding, who was standing ready opposite him, thought for a moment, and then said:

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry."

Before Gu Hongding could react, he saw Xue Jing's entire demeanor change.

"Yin——"

The sound of a dragon's roar resounded throughout the entire venue.

A white, wave-like dragon aura surged from Xue Jing's shoulder and coiled around his body.

An extremely strong, fierce, and domineering aura suddenly emanated from his entire body.

His eyes turned into dark gold vertical pupils, and Gu Hongding froze instantly upon being glanced at by him.

At this moment, in Gu Hongding's eyes, the person standing in front of him was no longer someone like him.

But it is - a dragon.

A true dragon, its power overwhelming and its might like a prison, was looking down upon him, this mere ant.

All the spectators held their breath and looked at the figure surrounded by dragon energy, majestic as the sea.

Gu Hongding's figure was reflected in Xue Jing's eyes.

Every line and dot on its body is clearly visible.

In a daze, almost without anyone noticing, he had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, the True Dragon's Claw pressed Gu Hongding to the ground.

"Yin——"

Eyes pierce through the stream, sparks dance in the air.

Amidst the roar of a dragon, Xue Jing's fist struck Gu Hongding's chest as he lay on the ground.

His blood boiled as if on fire, and his strength transformed into countless sparks that flowed through the weakest point in his armor and into Gu Hongding's body.

"boom--!!"

After a loud bang, Gu Hongding convulsed as Xue Jing punched him nearly two meters into the arena floor. The violent shockwave spread out, blinding nearby spectators.

"Bang!!"

Centered on Gu Hongding, a huge ring of cracks spread across the arena, quickly engulfing the entire arena.

"Kaka——"

As the ring collapsed, the entire arena trembled slightly.

Everyone stared blankly at the only figure still standing amidst the rising dust.

This……

Xue Jing first confirmed that Gu Hongding, who was embedded in the ground, could not get up, then took out his phone and checked the time.

【16:59】

The next second—[17:00]

"Done, just in time."

Xue Jing nodded, satisfied.

……