I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

After inquiring about the situation with the doctor, Xue Jing did not linger and quickly left the medical room.

He picked up his phone and checked the time. The halftime break was almost over, so he walked towards the players' viewing area.

On the way, Xue Jing opened WeChat because he had a lot of missed messages. He received many messages from relatives and friends congratulating him on winning the game.

Most of them ended with just one or two sentences, but Xue Wan sent a lot of messages, all of them voice messages.

Looking at the dozens of voice messages, ranging from five or six seconds to a minute long, Xue Jing scratched his head and randomly selected a few.

"Hey little brother, you fought well! I, Uchiha Wan'e, would like to call you the strongest!"

"By the way, is Xiaoyin alright? I didn't know Xiaoyin was so beautiful, but I still prefer her when she had all those muscles, it made me feel safe..."

"Master, Master, you're so handsome!! Chu chu chu chu!!"

Interspersed among the audio were the voices of his young apprentice, Zong Shichan, whose simulated kissing sounds made Xue Jing disgustedly move the phone away from him.

He only clicked on a few messages, ignoring the rest, especially those that lasted only a few seconds or a minute.

After thinking for a moment, he replied with a text message: 【Who says otherwise? That makes sense. I think so too. And then what happened?】

Then I turned on Do Not Disturb and put my phone back in my pocket.

He walked out of the passage and came to the players' viewing area.

Xue Jing looked around and found that the contestants were standing in twos and threes, discussing something enthusiastically.

His appearance seemed to interrupt the players' discussion, and everyone looked at him with different expressions.

Xue Jing didn't pay any attention, and simply chose an empty spot, walked over and stood there.

The audience then saw Xue Jing appear from above and immediately erupted in cheers.

This is the lingering warmth of praising his brilliant performance just now.

Just as he was waiting for the game to start, a hand suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Since he didn't sense any malice, Xue Jing didn't dodge.

"Old Xue! Thunder Monkey!"

A teasing voice, mixed with broken Cantonese, rang out. Xue Jing turned to look at the languid-looking young man and asked in confusion:

"We've met before? Who are you?"

Wei Junwu withdrew his hand, stroked his chin, and said, "As expected of you, you don't even recognize me. It seems what you said in the interview was true after all; you really haven't paid attention to the other contestants..."

He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I am Wei Junwu, a disciple of Pei Yan, the grandmaster of the Phoenix Cry Stream. My style is a perfect match for your Hidden Dragon Stream, isn't it? We were born to be friends!"

Looking at the overly familiar Wei Junwu, Xue Jing smiled and said:

"Brother Wei, I've heard so much about you."

He clearly didn't know him at all... Wei Junwu was taken aback by the "I've heard so much about you" and chuckled:

"Old Xue, it seems you're quite an interesting person... No need to be so formal, just call me Old Wei."

He waved his hand.

Xue Jing didn't respond to that, but simply asked, "Brother Wei, what brings you here?"

Wei Junwu casually said, "Nothing special, just came to get to know you... to see what kind of person Zhou Yinglin would personally travel thousands of miles across circles to cause him trouble."

Xue Jing glanced at him, then said meaningfully, "Oh? I don't quite understand what you mean?"

Wei Junwu exclaimed "Hey!", patted Xue Jing on the shoulder, and winked, "No need to pretend anymore, everyone already knows."

Xue Jing looked around at the contestants standing around him and found that none of them showed any surprise at Wei Junwu's words.

"How did you find out?" Xue Jing asked Wei Junwu.

This matter should be quite confidential.

“I said it,” Wei Junwu said proudly, patting his chest.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged; he simply asked with suspicion, "How did you know? What's your purpose?"

Is this meant to make Zhou Yinglin hesitate to take action against him?

A pointless act.

Xue Jing shook his head.

Wei Junwu sighed, "I was entrusted with this task, so I have to be loyal to it... Alas, I've gotten myself into big trouble. Zhou Yinglin is probably going to come after me."

"Luckily, I have someone behind me now!"

At this point, his expression brightened again, and he looked very pleased with himself.

Xue Jing said softly, "You didn't answer me."

Wei Junwu sensed a hint of danger, but he still shook his head:

"The people involved are too high-ranking for me to discuss with you. You'll find out when the time is right."

"In short... I'm on your side, and so are the people behind me."

Wei Junwu chuckled.

"That sword, is it useful?"

Hearing this, Xue Jing confirmed his guess and nodded, saying, "I see, it works quite well."

Wei Junwu leaned closer to him and whispered:

"The sword itself is secondary; its main function is to serve as a 'hint'."

Xue Jing's heart stirred, and he roughly understood.

Considering that Wei Junwu came because of Zhou Yinglin, and that the person behind him and the person who delivered the Forgotten Greatsword are the same person, this clue is clearly also related to Zhou Yinglin.

Is this giant sword the way to deal with Zhou Yinglin?

If the sword itself isn't the key... then the most obvious characteristic of this sword is its weight, its immense power.

Zhou Yinglin's flawless technique allowed him to overcome skill with force.

Xue Jing shook his head.

"Do you treat me like a child?"

……

After halftime, the game resumed soon afterward.

Following Xue Jing was the duel between contestants number 3 and 4. Because of the [Proof of Love], Xue Jing didn't even remember their names.

The players who made it to the finals were all quite skilled, and Xue Jing also gained some insights from watching the matches.

Then came the match between numbers 5 and 6, and the same thing happened.

And right after that is today's most anticipated match.

Fan Xuhui (No. 7) and Zhou Yinglin (No. 8).

"...Welcome back to the U19 Unrestricted Elite Fighting Tournament. I'm commentator Tao Xingxiu..."

"...After three exciting matches, the audience must have had a great time, but!!"

"Now comes the real enjoyment!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire stadium erupted in cheers that nearly shook the place to its core.

"Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—"

The audience began chanting Zhou Yinglin's name in an orderly fashion, their popularity astonishing.

"Let's first welcome contestant Fan Xuhui!"

Xue Jing looked at the tense-looking young man who walked out of the contestant tunnel and shook his head.

This person's mentality has collapsed.

Even if the two teams are evenly matched, it's impossible for them to win.

It seems Zhou Yinglin's reputation is really quite frightening.

After briefly introducing Fan Xuhui and showing a hexagonal data chart, the narrator began shouting in a much more impassioned voice than before:

"Now, let's give a round of applause to our contestant—Zhou Yinglin!!"

The thunderous applause engulfed the entire stadium.

At the contestant entrance, a young man with eyes as sharp as a hawk slowly walked out.

He carried no weapons and, after entering the arena, skillfully circled the ring. Wherever he went, the audience in that direction would erupt in enthusiastic cheers.

After he finished showing off, he went to the weapon rack, casually picked out a nine-foot-long spear, and stood in front of his opponent.

The commentator went on and on about Zhou Yinglin’s past achievements and memorable moments, followed by a hexagonal data chart, all of which were undoubtedly 10.

"A true hexagon, a fully-fledged teenage genius, a power that data charts cannot contain!"

The commentator kept praising and flattering the audience, who responded with cheers and applause.

Wei Junwu, who was next to Xue Jing, complained, "They've gone too far. Why haven't they started yet? It's so annoying."

As if they had heard Wei Junwu's complaints, the narrator finally finished the obviously lengthy introduction.

"—Then without further ado, both contestants are in position, let's witness this exciting duel together!"

"Game start!"

As soon as the referee waved his hand, Xue Jing immediately had a thought. His pupils contracted, and at the same time, he circulated his energy, using the Eye Flow Technique. His eyes turned into vertical pupils, and the Heavenly Blade Intent was activated, dyeing his vertical pupils a divine silver-white.

The next moment, the game was over.

It was a torrential downpour of spears.

No, it should be called a waterfall or a flood.

In just a moment, Zhou Yinglin's nine-foot-long spear, held in one hand, created a dense torrent of spear shadows that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

His opponent, a boy named Fan Xuhui, didn't even have time to make a move before his body was riddled with countless bloody holes, and he slowly collapsed to the ground.

Without saying a word, Zhou Yinglin, who had been pretending to be an expert, turned and walked away as if he had done something insignificant.