I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Yin Muhu revealed an expression of complete surrender and said, "I have lost."

After saying that, the golden aura around him dissipated, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah—"

A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, shaking the entire venue.

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

"He's too strong. Is this Xue Jing really a martial artist from the outer ring?"

"He wasn't even using his full strength; it didn't even seem like his clothes were messed up!"

"A giant sword weighing over two thousand kilograms was wielded by him like a small twig!"

"This pressure is so intense, I'm going to bet big on him to be the champion!"

"I originally thought this Yin Muhu was just there to make up the numbers, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

Amid the commotion, the repulsive membrane dissipated, and the medical team that had been waiting nearby immediately rushed forward, frantically beginning emergency first aid for Yin Muhu.

Xue Jing lightly swung the greatsword in his hand to the side as if it were a blood-shaking motion, and looked at Yin Muhu and said softly, "It is indeed a good surprise."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the players' passage to leave.

"The outcome is decided!"

"A clash of geniuses, a collision of profound skills, Xue Jing overpowered Yin Muhu and achieved the final victory, proving that his pre-match 'arrogance' was by no means an exaggeration!"

The narrator's passionate voice continued uninterrupted, gradually fading from Xue Jing's ears.

He arrived at the backstage waiting area, where Jiang Siwei and Ning Yuantai were already waiting. Upon seeing Xue Jing, Ning Yuantai immediately shouted excitedly in a high-pitched voice:

"Brother Xue is awesome!"

"Sister Yin is amazing, I didn't expect her to be so strong. It's a pity, if she hadn't run into Brother Xue, she might have had a chance to make it into the top eight!"

Ning Yuantai sighed.

Jiang Siwei clapped happily and said, "Did you hear the applause from the audience just now? Xiao Jing, you've really made a name for yourself this time... The inner ring is not like the outer ring. It's not easy to gain the approval of the audience in the inner ring."

Xue Jing waved his hand and said:

"Alright, I'll rest for a bit first, then I'll go watch the other people's matches."

The finals are different from the knockout stage; those who can participate are basically all skilled... After fighting Yin Muhu, Xue Jing realized this deeply.

We can't ignore them like we did during the knockout stage; we need to see if there's anything we can learn from them and steal a few tricks from them.

Of course, the most important goal was to steal Zhou Yinglin's "perfect" secret.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…A thrilling duel, Zhenwu experience points +1668]

[...Aiming experience points +963]

[…Acting experience points +888]

[...Military combat experience points +2067]

……

After viewing the list of substantial experience points, Xue Jing closed the panel.

He gripped the Forgotten Greatsword in his hand, and a strange sense of realization welled up in his heart.

"Boom-"

He seemed to hear the heartbeat of the weapon in his hand once again.

……

Chapter 232 His silvery vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous (4K)

"What do you think, Lao Song?"

In the spectator area, a lazy-looking, seemingly carefree young man asked a question to the calm-looking young man next to him, who had his arms crossed.

Song Nanxing turned to look at him, her expression unchanged: "What are you referring to... Don't call me Lao Song, Wei Junwu, I'm not very familiar with you."

Wei Junwu waved his hand: "Look at what you're saying, we're practically family... I was referring to Xue Jing's sword strike just now."

As he spoke, he added somewhat uncertainly, "Well, I guess it should be considered a 'sword'."

"how do you feel?"

Song Nanxing didn't reply immediately, but remained silent for a while before speaking softly:

"Not suitable."

Wei Junwu smiled and said, "Oh? What's inappropriate? Tell me."

Song Nanxing glanced at him and said calmly, "That killing move and that weapon are completely incompatible."

"They are almost two completely opposite extremes...but because of that, it's terrifying."

Wei Junwu sighed, seemingly agreeing, "Yes, it's terrifying."

Several other contestants stood beside them, but due to their own lack of skill, they could hardly understand the riddles these two experts were trying to convey.

Song Nanxing stared thoughtfully at the alloy staff fragments scattered all over the arena floor.

The essence of the Hidden Dragon Style, in his view, is clearly the kind of technique that pursues a single point of concentrated power, achieving the pinnacle of penetrating and destructive force.

This technique can be used with weapons, and it is best suited for sharp-pointed weapons such as spears and swords, followed by straight, unbending weapons such as staffs.

As for the large door panel that Xue Jing was holding... it couldn't be said to be a perfect match with the finishing touch; at the very least, they were quite different.

But it was precisely because of this that those who knew his worth saw how terrifying Xue Jing was.

Forcibly transforming the attributes of an unsuitable ultimate technique into those attributes within the body and adapting it to the weapon in hand is something no normal person could do.

Ordinary martial artists who dare to perform such an operation will at best suffer serious injuries, and at worst be paralyzed or die.

But looking at Xue Jing's completely carefree and nonchalant demeanor... he seemed utterly oblivious to the terrifying physical burden that this operation entailed.

"Could it be that this person underwent a super surgery to modify their physical structure?"

"No, physical examinations are required before the competition begins. Anyone with a mutation rate exceeding 1% cannot participate in the competition."

"Can a primordial body do this before breaking through its limits?"

As I was pondering this, Wei Junwu, standing beside me, asked with a playful expression:

"So do you think he can beat Zhou Yinglin?"

Song Nanxing said in a completely unfazed tone, "Are you kidding me?"

"At this level, it's impossible to break through 'seamless'... Although Xue Jing didn't use his full strength, it seems that he is still some distance away from Zhou Yinglin."

Wei Junwu shrugged: "That's a pity."

"Zhou Yinglin's purpose in coming to participate in the U19 this time is quite strange... I have a rumor, I don't know if it's true, Lao Song, do you have any information on your end? Let's compare and see?"

Song Nanxing said expressionlessly, "I have no news. You can say whatever you want, or not."

Wei Junwu said with a grin, "It's okay, we're like family, I'll tell you this news for free."

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose: "I heard that Zhou Yinglin's purpose in participating in the competition was to fake accidentally killing Xue Jing on the field!!"

The sound was so loud that not only Song Nanxing heard it, but all the contestants around him, and even the audience members in the nearby stands could hear it clearly.

Immediately, everyone who heard this turned their gaze to Wei Junwu.

Song Nanxing's eyebrows twitched, his face full of disbelief.

"What exactly do you want, you fearless bastard?"

"Hehehehe..." Wei Junwu grinned and didn't reply.

The people around were in an uproar.

"Damn, this is big news!"

"How could that be... Come to think of it, the fact that Zhou Yinglin came from another metropolitan area to participate in the U19 competition is very strange in itself!"

Is this real or fake?

"Whether it's true or not, let's spread the word first!"

……

Inside the players' lounge, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the floor, with the Forgotten Greatsword resting on his knees.

He reached out and gently stroked the old, ancient blade, feeling the 'thump' 'thump' sound it emitted, like a heartbeat.

He had a similar experience before, when he felt it with the Futu Knife.

As a result, Futu Dao sacrificed himself, transforming the tangible and perishable blade into an intangible and immortal blade intent, thus creating his ultimate technique, the Heavenly Blade Technique – Cherry Blossom Moon.

Is the Forgotten Greatsword also in this situation?

Xue Jing carefully sensed it for a long time, then shook his head.

"No, this feeling... seems different from last time."

He pondered for a moment, then stood up, gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and held the Forgotten Greatsword horizontally.

Then he made a diagonal slash in the air.

The massive sword sliced ​​through the void, creating a huge gust of air that shifted the tables and chairs not far away in the room by several centimeters.

The cat, curled up on the sofa sleeping, smacked its lips, rolled over, and continued sleeping.

"Something feels off."

Xue Jing pondered for a long time but couldn't come up with any ideas, so he shook his head and gave up thinking about it.

He took out the green Rubik's Cube, twisted one of its layers with one hand, and threw it into the air.

A vortex of green light appeared, and Xue Jing placed the Forgotten Greatsword into it. He then put away the Green Cube and walked out of the lounge.

He first went to the nearby infirmary and glanced at the injured Yin Muhu.

Yin Muhu was still unconscious and had not yet woken up. However, because Xue Jing had acted with great restraint, although her injuries were severe, her life was not in danger. She just needed to rest for a while.