I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Then came a faint, helpless meow.

"How is it~"

Xue Wan said smugly.

Xue Jing sighed and said helplessly, "...Don't use such easily misunderstood terms of address, my foolish sister."

He knew that his older sister would refer to herself as "Mom" in front of the cat.

Wouldn't this create chaos? What if others heard this?

Xue Wan muttered, "What does it matter? It's just a pet's nickname."

"Right, little Fengwan~ You must love Mommy's kisses the most, mua~mua~"

As he spoke, the sound of someone petting a cat came through the phone again.

Even through the phone, Xue Jing could feel the cat's despair.

Xue Jing said meaningfully:

"...I suggest you don't do this kind of thing too often, otherwise it might be very embarrassing later."

Xue Wan asked in confusion, "What... Oh right, A Jing, I have something to tell you. A few days ago, I heard from my mentor that traces of other alien cults have appeared in Fengcheng."

Which heretical cult?

"It seems to be... the Lion Saint Cult."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh?"

……

More than four hours later.

Fengcheng Gymnasium.

On the arena, two contestants were locked in fierce combat until one of them was knocked out of the ring like a broken sack, at which point a tsunami of cheers erupted from the crowd.

The audience seats were packed tightly together, with more than 20,000 people. Even the slightest sound from any one of them, when combined, could be described as an earthquake.

"...Ji Huaiyu! The highly anticipated Ji Huaiyu has once again rightfully won this competition!"

Commentator Hao Yongyun's exclamation resounded throughout the venue.

"...Okay, let's take a short break and wait for the next match to begin."

During halftime, several middle-aged men in suits were pacing back and forth outside the players' backstage lounge, their faces showing anxiety.

"...Why hasn't he arrived yet? It's his turn already!"

"Ask Xue Jing's agent again, when exactly will he arrive?"

"I've already asked, and they said it's on its way and will be there soon..."

"What do you mean 'soon'? What does 'soon' mean? The competition is about to start!"

The middle-aged man was extremely anxious.

The sudden surge in attention during the elimination rounds, attracting a large audience, was all thanks to Xue Jing.

At least half of the audience here came to the game because of him, and many even bought expensive scalped tickets to get in...

If Xue Jing doesn't make his appearance, who knows how many angry complaint letters will flood him...

……

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Maple City.

An airplane was parked on the grass. The cabin door opened, and Xue Jing stepped out.

"Let's stop here. Taking a plane in would be too conspicuous and would make things difficult for the organizers."

Xue Jing spoke to the Void Blade and Mountain Demon who came out to see him off.

He smiled and said, "This trip to the border region was quite fun. You can come find me again if you have any requests later."

"Of course, you understand the compensation."

Xu Ren said speechlessly, "A divine relic, is it... You're a divine relic maniac."

Xue Jing laughed heartily: "You understand me."

"That's it then. Goodbye."

Watching the plane take off and disappear into the sky, Xue Jing picked up his phone and checked the time.

16: 13.

"It's much later than expected..."

"My match is about to start, I need to figure out a way to get there..."

Xue Jing pondered for a moment, then looked at a three-meter-tall tree beside him.

After thinking for a moment, he walked up to the tree, stretched out his hand, and unleashed two sword energies, severing the tree from top to bottom and cutting off a cylindrical section of wood in the middle.

"To fly straight through the air with two dragon horns is a bit too shocking... Let's leave it like this."

Xue Jing muttered to himself.

He stretched out his hands and lifted the log above his head.

He then took a deep breath, channeled his energy, roughly estimated the distance, and threw it forcefully towards the direction of Fengcheng Gymnasium!

"call out--!"

The log tore through the air and shot straight into the sky.

Xue Jing followed closely behind, using the Twin Speed ​​technique. The soil beneath his feet exploded, and he instantly disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already standing on the flying log.

"I've wanted to cosplay Tao Pai Pai for ages!"

……

"...Then let's welcome—contestant Du Mingluan!"

As the commentator's passionate voice rang out, a short, handsome, and aloof young man emerged from the player tunnel under the spotlight.

"The rising star from the prestigious Xuanjiao Club is the most promising talent in our outer ring last year! He is the favorite to advance in this elimination round!"

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

"Attack 9, Speed ​​8, Defense 9, Skill 10, Mind 9, Intelligence 8."

"Terrifying, absolutely terrifying, an almost perfect hexagon!!"

The narrator continued explaining until he ran out of things to say, then hesitated before speaking:

"So...so next up is the most anticipated part of this elimination round..."

"Let's welcome..."

"—Contestant Xue Jing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying cheer erupted throughout the stadium, almost lifting the entire stadium off its feet, and it lasted for a long time.

However, no one appeared at the contestant entrance under the spotlight.

Soon, everyone noticed the anomaly, the cheers gradually subsided, and murmurs of doubt began to rise and fall.

"what happened?"

Where is Xue Jing?

"Where's my husband? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

Just then, a sharp, urgent shriek suddenly came from the horizon.

In the spectator area, the highly skilled young players noticed something, turned to look at the horizon, and then their eyes widened in shock.

"That is……"

To everyone's astonishment, a log suddenly crashed down from the sky with a whoosh.

"boom!!"

A loud bang came from the arena.

The huge log was driven diagonally into the center of the arena, shattering the bricks and stones on the ground.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure stood atop a log.

Xue Jing slowly stepped down from the log, dusted himself off, and raised an eyebrow, saying:

"I'm late? Sorry."

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Summary:

Ancient mysticism has always been one of the most obscure disciplines in the world, until this year, when humans discovered the remains of ancient gods buried on the moon.

In the year that ancient skeletons fell to Earth one after another, science became a joke, believers chanted the name of God, burned those who did not worship God to ashes, the regime collapsed, and those who controlled the remains of the gods looked down on everything.

In this year of widespread chaos and rampant religious cults, Chen Xiang stood on the ruins of order, still shaken:

"Luckily, I was the first one to fall."

Chapter 173 Ultimate Techniques Clash: The Invincible Xue Jing and the Shocking Full Moon (4K)

As Xue Jing appeared, the entire stadium, with more than 20,000 people, fell into a silence that lasted for several seconds.

Then came a deafening uproar.

"Xue Jing!?"

"My husband is finally here!"

"Does he really have to drag this out and make his entrance like this? Is he addicted to showing off? Everyone's getting impatient."

"But to be honest, it's really cool..."

"Well done, well done!"