I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Just then, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Meng Qingjiao beside him.

"Sister."

Meng Qingjiao nodded, opened her mouth, put the remaining chicken leg in her hand into her mouth, sucked and wrapped it with her tongue, and when she took it out again, only a bare chicken bone was left.

"Master, what's wrong?" Zong Shichan, who was being carried, also sensed something was amiss and asked in confusion.

Xue Jing did not reply, but simply handed the little girl to Meng Qingjiao.

Meng Qingjiao reached out and took Zong Shichan from her, then wiped her hands on Zong Shichan's training clothes to clean the grease from touching the chicken leg.

Zong Shichan's lips twitched: "..."

Suddenly.

"咻咻咻咻——"

Four or five figures formed an encirclement from all directions, moving among the tall buildings as they surrounded them.

"Senior Brother Zhang!"

One of the young women saw Zhang Renxu lying on the ground, and her pupils contracted slightly.

She immediately looked at Zong Shichan in Meng Qingjiao's hand and sensed something was wrong, already guessing what had happened.

Xue Jing looked at the figures around him and recognized one of them.

Razor Gang Leader - Su Bijing.

Su Bijing also saw him and immediately shouted, "Senior Sister Chen, it's Xue Jing!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Wenyan looked at Xue Jing, her eyes narrowing slightly.

In a flash, she had sorted out all her thoughts and decisively gave the order:

"Kill them all, leave no survivors!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo immediately unleashed a soaring killing intent, enveloping Xue Jing and his companions.

Zong Shichan's body stiffened, and the tragic scene of his own death kept flashing through his mind.

But before she could feel fear, a beautiful, white hand, more delicate than a woman's, gently rested on her head.

The warmth of her hand instantly dispelled the chilling killing intent emanating from her.

“Master…” Zong Shichan stared blankly at Xue Jing.

"Senior sister, you protect this girl, leave the rest to me," Xue Jing said softly.

"..." Meng Qingjiao glanced at him and nodded silently.

"Everyone, hold your positions and don't let them escape!"

Chen Wenyan waved her right hand and gave a solemn command.

The five disciples maintained the encirclement and began to approach Xue Jing and his two companions.

"...They won't let us run?"

Xue Jing tilted his head, his silvery-white divine pupils scanning his surroundings.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

He spoke slowly and calmly, without any change in his tone.

Without making any move, he suddenly vanished from the spot.

"boom--"

"Click——"

A colorful trail of flame streaked across the sky, and when Xue Jing reappeared, he was holding a corpse in his hand.

The corpse's neck was squeezed into the thickness of a sugarcane by his palm, its head was tilted at an exaggerated angle, and its whole body slumped limply on the ground, it was dead beyond any doubt.

This sudden scene shocked everyone present.

"Ah Xiang!"

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

The disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo exclaimed in surprise.

Xue Jing casually tossed the corpse aside and said indifferently:

"—You are the prey."

"Master!!!" Zong Shichan's eyes lit up.

Chen Wenyan gritted her teeth and said, "Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four people present immediately shot out and rushed towards Xue Jing.

The force, sharp as a dagger, sliced ​​through the air with a shriek, as if four peerless divine weapons were simultaneously piercing towards Xue Jing, creating an astonishing display of power.

In close combat, unless there is a huge difference in strength, the side with more people has an overwhelming advantage. Even professional boxers would get beaten up in an open field if they faced two or three healthy ordinary people.

Not to mention the combined attack formation that the disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo had specially practiced. When they attacked at the same time, it was impossible to avoid or block it.

However, Xue Jing had no intention of blocking or avoiding it.

He took a deep breath, circulated his energy, and the True Dragon of Extreme Strength roared, its pale golden dragon energy transforming into a dragon shape and coiling around his body.

Then, colorful fireworks burst into flames on his body.

Spiral indentations appeared on his body, rotating and converging towards his palms and soles.

The instant the four from the Golden Wind Dojo approached him, Xue Jing unleashed four moves with unimaginable speed.

He swung his right fist and hit someone in the cheek.

He pulled his arm back and elbowed another person in the chest.

He raised his right foot and instantly delivered two powerful kicks, one to the left and one to the right, striking the remaining two men in the abdomen.

His every movement was accompanied by a trail of colorful fireworks in the shape of a spiraling tornado, which lingered in the void for a long time.

"—Flame Linked Rainbows, Burning Wheel!"

"Bang bang bang bang-!!!"

With four loud bangs, the four disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo were sent flying backwards at a speed far exceeding the speed at which they had been rushed towards them.

A person flew towards the main road below, crashed into a camphor tree, and snapped the tree in half with a crack. His body was pierced by branches, and blood gushed out.

A person flew towards the tall building, crashing through three or four buildings in succession, sending debris flying and leaving bloodstains along the way, before disappearing without a trace.

One person flew nearly a hundred meters into the air before falling softly like a tattered piece of cotton.

The last person crashed straight into the road below, creating a deep crater in the shape of a human and forcing countless vehicles to stop.

Victory or defeat can be decided in an instant.

Zong Shichan's mouth gaped open, her eyes wide with disbelief.

She gazed at that straight, godlike figure, her eyes shining brightly.

"Master..."

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Chapter 187: Resolution, Gains, Apprentice (4K)

The burning, colorful fireworks slowly dissipated.

Xue Jing clenched his fist and nodded.

Although this was the first time I used this trick in the real world, it seemed to work quite well.

Flame Linked Colors · Burning Wheel, this is one of the results he has gained from the consciousness simulation these past few days.

The term "Fenlun" is an ancient name for a tornado, used to refer to the Hidden Dragon Flow's killing move, "Cyclone Thunder".

Combining the Heavenly Blade's killing move, Flaming Continuous Colors, with the Hidden Dragon Style's killing move, Whirlwind Thunder, into one... this method of combining killing moves from two different styles to create a new killing move is almost impossible to succeed at.

It's easy to imagine that even the five most powerful moves of the Hidden Dragon School, which are highly compatible with each other, are difficult to combine. Let alone different schools, which are fundamentally incompatible.

However, the Heavenly Will Blade is an exception... because it is a special school that belongs entirely to the spiritual realm and has nothing to do with the physical body. It relies entirely on spiritual power to execute.

It might not even be considered a school of thought, but merely an 'artistic concept'.

This gave Xue Jing an opportunity to exploit the loophole.

By interfering with one's personal reality with mental power, one can unleash the Flame Continuous Colors while simultaneously engaging the physical body, gathering strength to unleash the Whirlwind Thunder.

This is a very difficult thing, because controlling the body also requires mental control, especially when it comes to complex things like unleashing a killing move, which requires a high degree of mental focus.

This is not as simple as using your left and right hands to do different things.

Instead, it allows one to multitask and quickly solve two complex advanced mathematics problems simultaneously, even when mental calculation is the only option.

It was extremely difficult... but with the increasingly strong mental power of [Contemplation of Truth], he still succeeded.

He was quite satisfied with the results; it possessed the terrifying burst speed of Flame Chain Colors, as well as the powerful attack power of Whirlwind Thunder.

They even subtly enhance each other, with both speed and power being stronger than the original two killing moves.

The first time it was used in actual combat, it achieved remarkable results, instantly killing the four direct disciples of the Golden Wind Dojo.

Xue Jing reached out and straightened his somewhat disheveled suit vest.

After all, these clothes weren't really suitable for strenuous exercise. Now, two buttons on his collar had popped off, revealing his delicately shaped collarbone, giving him a unique, roguish charm.

With a single step, he leaped back to the rooftop where Meng Qingjiao and Zong Shichan were, and pulled out his phone from his pocket.

Opening his contacts and finding Ning Yuantai, Xue Jing pressed the dial button with one hand while using the other to hold down Zong Shichan's head, who was lunging at him to hug him.

"Master!! I respect and love your teeth!"

Zong Shichan's delicate face was flushed, and the admiration in her eyes was almost overflowing.

Xue Jing pressed her down with one hand and casually said, "I know, don't make a fuss."

The phone was dialed and connected immediately after only one beep.

"Brother Xue, you wanted to see me?" Ning Yuantai's respectful voice came through the receiver.