I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

There were three whole rows of weapon racks there.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, claws, halberds, clubs... These are not only traditional cold weapons of the Chinese people, but also foreign ones, such as Western greatswords, eagle-wing axes, rhinoceros horn sickles, flame-shaped swords, and seven-branched knives...

It even has the Aztec 'Makuwit' (obsidian saw sword).

These are the weapons provided to the participants by the U19 organizers.

Because of its unrestricted rules, U19 allows participants to bring their own preferred weapons, but inevitably some participants will not bring their own weapons for various reasons.

For example, some people are so confident that they can fight empty-handed, but they regret it when they see their opponent has a knife.

Therefore, in U19 competitions, there are always many weapons available for the players to use freely... Of course, very few people actually use them.

After all, the quality of these weapons can only be described as barely satisfactory.

"Brother Xue, I have already lost in hand-to-hand combat, so let's compete with weapons next."

Yin Muhu pulled an alloy staff that reached his eyebrows from the weapon rack, his handsome face showing a hint of seriousness.

Comparing weapons... she knew that was definitely not a good idea.

Xue Jing made three moves in the Fengcheng elimination rounds, using a knife twice, and even possessed a rather outrageous knife technique that was terrifyingly powerful.

Everyone who has seen him compete knows that he is not the kind of person who is better at hand-to-hand combat than with weapons, but a master of weapons who is also highly skilled in the art of weaponry.

Yin Muhu's gaze shifted, glancing at the ancient giant sword standing in the center of the arena.

This kind of heavy weapon, which looks incredibly terrifying, would be wielded by a powerful martial artist like Xue Jing... just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

Logically speaking, the best option now is to just fight Xue Jing hand-to-hand and try not to remind him that he brought a weapon with him...

However, after the battle just now, Yin Muhu was fully aware of how big the gap was between himself and Xue Jing.

Even after using the self-sacrificing technique 'True Self' to amplify his combat power several times over, when facing Xue Jing, it was still like facing an unfathomable abyss, with no way of knowing the opponent's limits.

In terms of pure fists and kicks, she absolutely cannot win.

Since that's the case, let's stick to our original idea and give it our all, leaving no regrets.

Faced with such a request, Xue Jing had no objection.

He nodded, walked to the Forgotten Greatsword, and stretched out his right hand to grasp the hilt.

The ancient and weathered blade exudes an inexplicable and unfathomable majesty, like an old general in his twilight years whose remaining power has not yet dissipated.

"In response to Yin Muhu's suggestion, Xue Jing took up his weapon!"

The narrator's passionate voice rang out in the arena.

"According to the pre-match measurements, this is a terrifying giant sword weighing a full 2,212 kilograms. For ordinary martial artists, let alone using it as a weapon, even lifting it would be an extremely difficult task..."

"This is a terrifying weapon that looks like it was designed to deal with some kind of giant creature. It's hard to imagine how a fragile human body could withstand a blow of this weight. Its performance is completely excessive!"

Backstage at the Super Arena, in the office of the U19 head.

Zhou Yinglin sat in the boss's chair, his elbows resting on the armrests, his palms together, looking at the live broadcast of the game in front of him.

When he saw Xue Jing reach out and grasp the greatsword, and heard the commentator's description of the weapon's weight, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Is it a coincidence... or intentional?"

His sharp, hawk-like eyes revealed a look of contemplation and doubt.

"The only flaw in 'flawless' design... how could a country bumpkin from the outer ring possibly know that?"

"Is someone with expertise guiding him?"

Zhou Yinglin pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Even if he knew, it wouldn't make a difference. He couldn't do that kind of thing."

Zhou Yinglin muttered to himself.

On the arena, Xue Jing slowly drew his ancient greatsword.

The sword, measuring 2.3 meters in length, was so enormous that it completely covered Xue Jing.

"Qianglang——"

As the greatsword was pulled out, it made a crisp sound, and a burst of air suddenly spread out.

A terrifying sense of oppression emanated from Xue Jing's entire body.

He held the greatsword in one hand, twirled it in the air, producing a dull whooshing sound, then pointed the tip of the sword at Yin Muhu and spoke softly:

"Yin Mei, are you ready?"

Yin Muhu's eyes widened slightly, and he murmured:

"This is no joke."

She swallowed hard, then twirled the stick in the same way, striking a pose.

The golden flames and steam were still blazing, and her 'true self' was still well-accumulated, enough to fight for a long time... but this did not give her any sense of security.

Yin Muhu felt a tingling sensation all over her body, as if she were being pricked by countless needles... It was the keen physical instincts of a martial artist reminding her.

Dangerous, very dangerous, extremely dangerous.

It's the kind of danger where you could instantly face death if you're not careful.

Instinct was urging her on frantically.

Run away, run away quickly.

Ignore everything and get away from that man immediately.

If she were an animal incapable of thought, she would have already fled far away, driven by instinct.

"But the most crucial difference between humans and animals... is that they still dare to take that first step forward in the face of fear."

"This step is called courage."

On Yin Muhu's beautiful face, a determined look appeared in her eyes as she slowly stepped forward.

One step, two steps...

The audience held their breath, watching the frail female warrior slowly but resolutely approach the terrifying demon king.

"The Four Guardians of the World - Dorozha!"

Yin Muhu swung his staff, his aura growing ever more intense, and a reddish-gold hue appeared in his pupils.

"The Four Guardians of the World - Vaishravana!"

"The Four Heavenly Guardians - Repelling the Crystal!"

As the killing move was unleashed, strange phenomena began to appear on Yin Muhu's body.

"Vajra Freedom - Heavenly King Form!"

The golden flames swirling around Yin Muhu suddenly materialized, transforming into a ten-meter-tall statue of a Heavenly King, clad in armor, with a ferocious face and six arms.

This was a bizarre scene, resembling a 'Dharma image' from mythology, leaving the audience in awe and excitement.

Xue Jing also watched this scene, but his heart was not greatly affected.

With his keen eyesight, he could naturally see that this 'Heavenly King' was merely an illusion, passively formed under the influence of Yin Muhu's spirit, and not a true entity.

But it is indeed remarkable, having reached the profound realm of influencing others' senses with one's spirit and will.

"Brother Xue, take this!"

Yin Muhu roared and leaped into the air, raising his staff with the force of splitting Mount Hua, and slashed it down at Xue Jing!

The airflow surged, and the terrifying power caused the air around the stick to be pushed aside, creating a vacuum.

Faced with a blow powerful enough to smash an armored vehicle in half, Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged; he simply said softly:

"Well done, you did your best, Yin Mei."

He clenched his right hand, channeling his strength, and a true dragon was born from within his body, emitting a deafening roar.

The skin, flesh, tendons, bones, and blood circulate together, the profound essence is concentrated without being released, and all the strength is poured into the right arm.

Spiral grooves spread across his shoulder, gradually covering his entire body, converging at the tip of his fist, and surging into the ancient greatsword.

This was the first time he had used a weapon to perform the "eye-dotting" technique.

However, the Forgotten Greatsword itself does not have a high compatibility with the Finishing Touch and does not possess powerful penetrating damage.

Therefore, with a thought, Xue Jing used his True Martial Body to have absolute control over his own energy, forcibly transforming the 'Dianjing' technique into a pure striking force.

Despite this, the sheer destructive power is greatly reduced. However, since it is a technique belonging to the realm of ultimate arts, even though it has lost its penetrating attribute, its power is still considered extremely strong.

With the added weight of the weapon in his hand, the power of this strike is even greater than that of the 'empty-handed eye-pointing' strike, and the range of its offensive damage is also much wider!

This move is called—

"The Secret Technique: Awakening of Insects".

Xue Jing held the ancient greatsword in one hand and swung it.

The greatest sound is silent, the greatest form is formless. The sword he wielded had almost no special effects, as if a child were sweeping across with a giant plastic toy, dwarfing the huge commotion caused by Yin Muhu.

But, contrary to appearances, it was an attack that was completely unstoppable.

Like a tree sweeping over an ant, a wheel crushing a mantis's arm, or a stone piercing an eggshell.

The alloy staff, made to eyebrow level, shattered instantly upon contact with the blunt, aged blade of the sword.

Starting from the tip, the attack spread rapidly backward. Yin Muhu's hands, which were gripping the staff, were slashed by the iron spikes. The entire staff turned into a rain of iron fragments, which exploded in all directions and struck the repulsive membrane surrounding the arena, creating countless ripples.

In the silence, Yin Muhu looked down at his trembling hands.

Her palms were covered in bloodstains and scratches, with a rectangular, deep wound on each palm that revealed the bone—the spot where she had just gripped the stick.

Between her chest and abdomen, her clothes were torn, revealing her uneven, snow-white skin.

The muscles, internal organs, and bones inside were completely shattered.

This was the result of being lightly grazed by Xue Jing's 'Awakening of Insects'.

This exquisite distance control focused primarily on the staff in her hand; only the tip of the sword grazed her body slightly, without even touching her. It was only the vacuum impact created by the blade that grazed her.

If the sword had actually hit her, the scene would probably have been nothing but a pile of minced meat.