I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Amidst the enthusiastic applause, gasps, and cheers from the audience, no one noticed that in the spectator area, a young boy was calmly watching this scene.

His silvery vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous.

……

Chapter 233 Flawless, the nourishment for a near-divine move, the Dragon Cult strikes (4K)

"Flawless... Although I don't think Zhou Yinglin is a very good person, every time I see his flawless marksmanship, I am amazed. This is truly the ultimate marksmanship in the world."

Wei Junwu began with a sigh.

"Zhou Yinglin had already reached the level of 'ten needles and a hundred threads' a year ago, and now he is even closer to 'a hundred needles and a thousand threads,' instantly stabbing nearly a hundred times. Each stab is extremely fine and exquisite, no less than a killing move. Each stab has more than ten variations, and no matter what the opponent's reaction is, it cannot escape the variations."

He glanced at Xue Jing beside him, seemingly referring to something, and said:

"If you're going to take him as your opponent, you absolutely can't think about competing with him in martial arts. The Perfect Technique is truly the pinnacle of human skill. In terms of 'technique' alone, there is nothing above it. It's impossible to find his weakness. The only way is to find a way in other areas..."

Xue Jing did not reply.

The indifferent, silvery-white vertical pupils gradually lost their color, and the pupils returned to their original normal shape. Xue Jing turned to look at Wei Junwu and said noncommittally:

"Oh? Really."

Seeing that he seemed somewhat disapproving and had other ideas, Wei Junwu became a little anxious and said:

"Old Xue, don't be so stubborn... I know you're very strong, and you didn't even go all out in that match, but Zhou Yinglin is definitely an opponent you've never faced before. He didn't even use a third of his strength on the court just now, so you absolutely can't underestimate him..."

Xue Jing said, "I didn't underestimate him."

With that, he turned and walked toward the entrance of the passage.

"But you... you underestimate me too much."

Wei Junwu was stunned for a moment when he heard Xue Jing's last light and weightless words.

……

Xue Jing walked towards the lounge.

His purpose in watching the match was to obtain information about Zhou Yinglin's martial arts skill being "flawless." Now that his goal has been achieved, the other contestants' matches are no longer important.

"Could the person behind Wei Junwu, the one who sent me the Forgotten Greatsword... be Senior Sister Zhu or someone connected to her? Or is it simply some unknown big shot who sees my potential and wants to give me a helping hand?"

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head.

"This person is probably kind to me, but I don't like the way they're doing it."

he said to himself.

Many people have had this experience: you know you can handle a problem yourself and it will be resolved in a little while, but then someone suddenly offers a solution.

You could have come up with this 'method' yourself, but once the other person says it out loud, it makes it seem like you solved the problem because of their help.

If the other party is someone who doesn't care about such trivial matters, it's fine. But if they're someone who likes to take credit, with a smug look on their face as if all the credit for solving the problem belongs to them, then it's incredibly annoying.

Xue Jing did not want to be bound by this kind of obligation that was not a true obligation.

It's as if he couldn't defeat Zhou Yinglin without the Forgotten Greatsword and without this 'hint'.

He opened the skill panel and glanced at the [Soldier Strike] skill in the regular skill bar.

Sublimation conditions:

Firstly, ? ? ? ? ?

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The conditions for the sublimation, which were full of question marks, had not yet been met, but for some reason, Xue Jing felt that this option seemed a little brighter than before, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

After returning to the lounge, Xue Jing reached out and picked up the cat that was sleeping on the sofa, moved it to the side, and then sat cross-legged on the sofa himself.

He closed his eyes, and his powerful mental state instantly calmed his mind, allowing it to slowly sink as he began to simulate consciousness.

In the consciousness space, endless pixels began to construct a simulated scene, and soon, the grand arena of the super arena was completed.

Xue Jing himself then appeared on the arena. With a thought, a figure with sharp, hawk-like eyes slowly formed not far in front of him.

Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin, snapped his fingers, and added a nine-foot-long spear to his hand.

At level 8, the [Contemplation of Truth] consciousness has created a lifelike being, almost possessing a true self. 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​looked at Xue Jing in front of him, a hint of killing intent flashing in his sharp eyes.

The extremely high level of spiritual energy made this killing intent materialize and manifest in the outside world. The air vibrated and distorted, and Xue Jing immediately felt as if his exposed skin was being slowly cut by sharp wind blades, and he felt a faint pain.

Xue Jing looked at Zhou Yinglin and said softly, "Come on, do what you want to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yinglin stepped forward without any hesitation, his spear flashing like a dragon!

Like a curtain of rain, like a torrent, the cascading spray of gunfire poured down on Xue Jing.

“Swish, swish, swish—!!”

The air emitted a mournful shriek, and countless displaced air currents danced wildly like a multitude of giant snakes.

Unlike Zhou Yinglin, who held back on the stage earlier, this 'he' was the one Xue Jing had imagined, attacking with full force and killing intent.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to hide from it, and no way to block it.

Seeing the impending torrent of gunfire, Xue Jing suddenly understood.

At this moment, almost no action he took was of any use. Any defensive moves, counterattacks, parries, or shocks were all futile under the absolutely tight, gapless blockade of the torrent.

Any counterattack would be neutralized and broken through by this exquisite peak, like a heavenly feather robe descending from the sky without any gaps.

Xue Jing made no attempt to retaliate, simply standing still without even using his internal energy for protection, emptying his entire body to fully comprehend the impending attack.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

In an instant, he was first riddled with countless bloody holes, then turned into a pile of minced flesh, and finally even the minced flesh was pierced into smaller pieces.

The next moment, countless small pixels rotated and combined, and Xue Jing reappeared on the arena unharmed.

"……I see."

He stroked his chin, thoughtfully.

"No wonder this martial art is known as the most exquisite skill in the world... its difficulty is indeed extraordinary."

The moment he was hit, Xue Jing was genuinely surprised as he felt the subtle changes in force and energy with each thrust into his body.

That's beyond what can be described as complicated.

Each shot involves a change in force equivalent to a killing move, which is like solving a complex advanced mathematics problem.

There are hundreds or even thousands of such math problems, one after another, and they are even interconnected. The answer to one problem requires another problem as a reference, and the answer to another problem requires several other problems as references.

The various forces involved are incredibly complex and constantly changing, yet they are all interconnected and indispensable. Only by combining all the mathematical problems can the final answer be derived.

"This kind of martial art has terrifyingly high requirements for aptitude..."

"It's not about physical aptitude, but about mental and spiritual aptitude."

"The required force calculation and precision would overload the brain of an ordinary martial artist after just two thrusts."

Xue Jing let out a slight breath.

The seamless flow of energy was too complex. He risked his own 'death' to experience it at a microscopic level, but he still couldn't remember even one-thousandth of the changes.

This was the first time he had encountered such a difficult martial art since he learned consciousness simulation.

"However... is it the most exquisite craftsmanship in the world?"

"It's probably a bit too early to make such pronouncements."

"It is complex, but it is still within the normal range and cannot be called 'the ultimate exploration of human skills'."

Xue Jing clenched his fist and muttered to himself.

In his vision for his future martial arts, there is a move that can only be achieved with the absolute control of the flow of energy by the "True Martial Body".

With the unwavering stability of [True Martial Arts], you can neutralize any martial arts moves that come your way.

Any martial art in the world, or even any physical injury, once it touches him, will be instantly analyzed and thoroughly understood by him, and then completely neutralized by applying the opposite force.

A truly absolute defense... This is the ultimate in human ingenuity!

"I stole the right 'seamless' technique. If I can understand its complex application of energy, it will greatly enhance the foundation of my 'near-divine move'."

"As expected of a top-tier martial art for an eternal title holder, the amount of martial arts knowledge it contains is terrifying."

"continue."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers, signaling Zhou Yinglin to advance and unleash a torrent of spear thrusts at him.

And so, Xue Jing, in an exaggerated way that Zhou Yinglin could never have imagined, rapidly absorbed everything from 'Seamless'.

It was two hours later when he felt his head throbbing and his mind starting to give out.

Xue Jing exited the consciousness space and rubbed his aching brain.

"This extreme learning method, which risks death, is too taxing on one's mental strength."

The concept of "perfect perfection" is inherently difficult to learn, requiring constant, high-intensity calculations and memorization. The pain and fear brought by "death" also place a significant burden on the mind.

Therefore, even though [Contemplation - True] has reached a high level of Lv8, the consciousness simulation cannot last for very long.

However, the results are still very encouraging.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…True Martial Experience Points +1262]

[...Military combat experience points +1679]

[…Visualization - True Experience Points +1388]

This is a gain from panel experience; it's quite good in non-real-world scenarios.

The key point is still a flawless learning schedule.

Xue Jing estimated that he had grasped about one percent of the essence.

The numbers may seem small and slow, but that's not actually the case.