I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"Hey? There's a Tao Pai Pai here at the stadium, I'm not kidding!"

"Why is he so handsome?"

"Husband, husband, ahhhhh!!"

The commotion did not affect the two people on the ring.

Standing at only 1.6 meters tall and looking like a junior high school student, Du Mingluan looked at Xue Jing with a hint of dissatisfaction on his handsome face.

He slowly began, "Xue Jing, you should know that my opponent today is me, right? Why are you late?"

Xue Jing let out a sound.

He really didn't know who his opponent was today. A few days ago, after finishing his last match, he flew directly to the border region and didn't care about the outcome of the match at all.

After thinking for a moment, Xue Jing smiled and said, "I had some things to take care of these past few days, and I just got back."

Upon hearing this, Du Mingluan's expression softened considerably.

He was about to reply when Xue Jing asked with a puzzled look:

"By the way, you are?"

Du Mingluan's expression, which had just calmed down, immediately darkened.

This person never took him seriously at all!

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

What a disgrace!

At this moment, a staff member came to the three commentators and whispered a few words in Hao Yongyun's ear in the middle.

After the staff jogged away, Hao Yongyun's voice rang out in the stadium.

"Uh...cough cough."

"We just received a message from the backstage that Xue Jing was delayed due to some unavoidable personal matters, so in order to make it to the competition, she had no choice but to enter the venue in this way."

"Please forgive me, dear viewers..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Wan, who was sitting in the spectator area admiring her younger brother's show-off performance, paused for a moment and looked strange.

The organizers are being way too obsequious...

He was just anxiously waiting outside the players' lounge, but as soon as A-Jing arrived, he immediately took the initiative to help him.

After the commentator explained, the noise from the audience gradually subsided.

Several staff members jogged onto the ring to remove the log stuck in it, so as not to interfere with the match.

"One, two, get up!"

Several people placed their hands on the log, shouted slogans, and worked together to pull the log up.

However, even as they strained until their faces turned red, the log remained almost completely still.

The log of this size was quite heavy, and it was inserted into the ground at an angle. It was impossible for a few staff members who only had some martial arts training to pull it out.

Seeing this, Xue Jing said, "Excuse me, let me do it."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and placed his hand on the log.

With a burst of force, his fingers instantly tore through the hard bark, penetrating all five fingers.

Then he raised his arm.

With a snap, Xue Jing pulled the log out with one hand and held it above his head.

His expression remained unchanged, as relaxed as if he were holding a small dumbbell, creating a stark contrast with the size of the log.

"Where should we put it?" Xue Jing asked.

The staff member blinked, his eyes wide with shock, and stammered after hearing the question:

"Just...just put it under the arena, and we'll handle the rest..."

Xue Jing smiled and nodded, channeling his energy with one hand. Under the Hidden Dragon Ruyi, the energy transformed into pure softness, and he threw the log in his hand below the arena.

The log traced a path through the air and fell silently to the ground, making almost no sound.

If it weren't for the visible shockwave slowly spreading from beneath the log, blowing away the surrounding dust, one might almost think it was made of foam.

This move caught the eye of everyone present who knew their stuff.

"He used a soft technique! He used a soft technique!"

"Such pure and gentle strength! This one move alone is at least comparable to the skill of a master who has dedicated more than twenty years to studying this art!"

"Is this really the U19 competition on the outer ring road...? He's only seventeen years old, yet he's already displayed extraordinary strength and sword aura, and even his application of soft power is so sophisticated..."

"I don't believe it either... It's impossible to start practicing martial arts in the womb!"

Upon seeing this, the staff breathed a sigh of relief, bowed repeatedly to Xue Jing to express their gratitude, and then quickly left the arena.

At that moment, the narrator's voice rang out.

"Well then, although it's a bit late, let's welcome—contestant Xue Jing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience responded with thunderous applause and cheers, several times louder than when Du Mingluan had appeared.

The spotlights shone on Xue Jing.

The photographer, sitting on the elevated platform, once again began to circle around Xue Jing, taking a comprehensive, unobstructed shot... This seemed to have become a routine, a special treatment exclusively for Xue Jing, which other contestants did not receive.

The audience burst into laughter upon seeing this.

"sensible."

"What a thoughtful photographer! He deserves a bonus!"

"After the photographer finished get off work, he stared blankly at the lunchbox, which was full of chicken legs and not a single grain of rice."

Xue Jing sighed and gave a helpless smile to the cameras that were once again circling around him.

This scene was shown on the stadium's big screen, eliciting cheers from countless spectators.

"Xue Jing, who has undeniably defeated his opponents in two consecutive matches with absolute strength, still has a bottomless mystery about his true ability..."

"Now, let's take a look at Xue Jing's hexagonal data chart..."

"Hmm, Attack 10, Speed ​​10, Defense?, Skill 10, Mind?, Intelligence?... Since every match is a one-hit kill, it's difficult to observe more of his data. However, in the last match, Xue Jing showed extremely fast speed, so this time there's an additional 'Speed ​​10' statistic, which is also a perfect score!"

"Terrible, really terrifying!"

"How much of Xue Jing's strength is still untapped?"

"Could it really be like what everyone is saying, 'Your score is 10 because it's exactly 10, and my score is 10 because the highest score I can get is 10'?"

"Without further ado, let's witness the next match together!"

On the stage, the referee walked between the two people present, waved his hand, and then quickly stepped off the stage.

The game officially begins.

However, neither Xue Jing nor Du Mingluan took any action immediately.

In the spectator area, Xue Wan asked with a smile, "So, what do you think of the outcome?"

Sitting next to her, Yin Muhu crossed his arms, his strong, steel-like muscles bulging out. She pursed her lips and said, "There's absolutely no suspense."

"If Xue Jing loses, I'll devour the entire arena."

Xue Wan giggled and said happily, "Xiao Yin, if I were A Jing, I would definitely lose to try it out after hearing what you said."

Yin Muhu: "..."

Kou Chengjian, who was sitting not far from them, spoke up: "Not necessarily."

Xue Wan turned to look at him, asking curiously, "Oh? What brilliant idea do you have?"

She really didn't know how her younger brother lost.

Could it be that the short guy on the stage has some secret trick?

Kou Chengjian narrowed his eyes slightly: "Du Mingluan is not some stepping stone!"

"Although I don't think much of that dwarf... he's one of the top geniuses in our Night King faction, even the old Night King who once held the title of [Celestial Rank] praised him."

"The highest salary he received as a junior athlete in the outer ring last year, 80 million Zhuxia coins, is absolutely genuine."

A teasing look appeared on Xue Wanxiu's pretty face: "Hey? Your practice of belittling someone to their face and praising them behind their back makes it hard not to overthink things..."

Upon hearing this, Kou Chengjian's lips twitched, and he immediately shut his mouth, daring not to say anything more.

Xue Wan smiled, knowing that this person was a bit homophobic, so she stopped teasing him and just told him to shut up.

'What nonsense are you talking about? There's no such thing as 'not necessarily true'.

'My son, Jing, is guaranteed to win; there won't be any surprises!'

Xue Wan snorted softly.

Unaware that his older sister was setting a goal for him, Xue Jing looked at the short Du Mingluan in front of him and asked curiously:

"What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to attack?"

Du Mingluan said slowly:

"Xue Jing, you are very strong."

"You are probably the strongest peer I have ever faced, and it is even possible that I will never meet such a strong opponent as you again."

"I cherish this opportunity very much."

"Defeating you will be one of the proudest achievements of my life."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "You're very confident."

Du Mingluan nodded: "I must be confident."

“You are very strong, terrifyingly strong… Therefore, if I had even the slightest self-doubt today, I would not dare to step onto this stage.”

Xue Jing hummed in agreement and smiled, “Pure self-hypnosis is unreliable. You must have some realistic support to maintain this confidence… Use it.”

"I'll give you one chance, just one."