I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

With that one percent foundation, he will be able to practice the Perfect Form technique faster and faster, creating a snowball effect that grows bigger and bigger.

It's not impossible to master the art of perfect imitation within a few days.

"You're awake."

The cat next to him yawned, its eyelids drooping, looking like it hadn't woken up yet.

It stood up, its two front paws pointing forward, its body arched and its rear end sticking up high, as if it were stretching like a cat.

"It seems the match over there has already ended."

Xue Jing reached out and picked her up, placing her on his shoulder, and laughed:

"Let's go, go back."

He picked up his phone, glanced at it, ignored the barrage of messages from Xue Wan, and opened the message Ning Yuantai had sent him.

[Brother Xue, I see you're resting, so I didn't want to disturb you. I'll go back to my car now. You can just come to the parking lot when you want to go back.]

Xue Jing replied with an 'OK' emoji, then put her phone back in her pocket, left the lounge, and walked out of the arena.

Although the match had ended nearly half an hour earlier, the audience had not yet been completely dispersed, and a few people were still lingering in the plaza at the arena gate.

Xue Jing's arrival went unnoticed by anyone; he had already activated his 'aura concealment' state, making his presence indistinguishable from that of a passerby.

After walking out of the gate, Xue Jing was about to head towards the parking lot.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

"...Teacher Wan, what's wrong?"

Xue Jing turned to look at the cat.

Or rather, looking at its silvery-white serpent-slaying forepaws, which dig into his shoulder, he felt a dull ache.

The cat looked thoughtfully at its paws and spoke in a childish, girlish voice:

There's something strange nearby.

Xue Jing paused slightly, then calmly asked, "Are they coming for us?"

"Probably."

"The target is us, and it can also trigger a stress response in the 'Snake-Slaying Vanguard'..."

Xue Jing and Maomao exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "Dragon Cult."

"What should we do?" the cat asked.

Xue Jing glanced at the sparse crowd around him, thought for a moment, and said:

"Let's go somewhere else..."

He picked up his phone and sent Ning Yuantai a message: "Wait a moment, I need to take care of something."

Ning Yuantai replied instantly with an emoji—a chibi-style bear bowing with the caption "OK."

Putting his phone away, Xue Jing stepped forward and instantly leaped dozens of meters into the air, landing on the bowl-shaped edge of the Super Arena.

His pupils dilated rapidly as he quickly scanned his surroundings.

Soon, in the distance to the northwest, a large park with hardly anyone around came into view.

The next moment, without any visible movement, he suddenly vanished from the spot.

As soon as he left, several figures dressed in black robes emerged from the surrounding cover and stared at each other.

"Ran?"

“There’s no escaping it, the ‘spell’ has already locked onto it… The cat on his shoulder is Ning Fengwan, the branch leader of Qingcheng.”

"Be careful to keep her alive; try not to hurt her."

“This is someone who could potentially become the ‘Saint Mary’ in the future.”

"Let's go, let's catch up..."

After a brief conversation, several dark figures followed one of the leaders and sped off in the northwest direction.

……

As night fell, darkness slowly enveloped the sky.

Yuancheng, B9 District, Mengze Park.

A figure descended diagonally into the center of the park like a shooting star.

Despite its extremely high speed and aggressive momentum, it landed almost silently, making only a slight rustling sound on the grass, as if it had no weight at all.

"Pre-war preparation time..."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers.

From within the shadows, countless streams of black energy converged, enveloping his entire body and transforming it into a magnificent Shadow Flame Armor, even the cat on his shoulder was dressed in a black flame cat armor.

Then, he took out a black walnut-sized dragon cherry seed and threw it on the ground.

Since he was unsure of the Dragon Cult's combat strength, he planned to go all out.

The dragon cherry seed took root in the ground and quickly burrowed into the soil. Then, black roots emerged from the soil and soon transformed into a large black tree.

The tree extends with countless branches, and endless silver cherry blossoms bloom on it, creating a breathtaking scene.

This cherry tree is not huge; it's about the same size as the other trees in the park, blending seamlessly into the landscape.

Xue Jing looked at the few small black dots rushing towards him in the distance and muttered to himself:

"As is customary, a gift is necessary upon meeting."

He looked around, searching for his target, and soon his eyes lit up as he spotted a fine stone.

……

Chapter 234 Divinity Delivered to the Door, the Essence of [Soldier's Strike], Using Dry Grass as a Giant Sword (4K)

Seeing Xue Jing pick up a hard stone slightly larger than his palm and carefully brush off the dirt, the cat's lips twitched, and it said:

"Ah Jing, why do you like throwing stones so much?"

Xue Jing weighed the smooth-shaped stone in his hand, smiled, and said, "Because the stone is right there."

The cat retorted, "Are you a mountaineer...? That's not a very auspicious thing to say."

George Mallory, the mountaineer who famously said "Because it's there" when asked why he wanted to climb mountains, later died on Mount Everest.

Xue Jing glanced at the several figures rapidly approaching in the distance and said softly:

"Don't worry, I've had my fortune told. I'm having a really good run of luck lately, and I'm very resilient."

The cat covered its face with its paw and sighed, "This is so unreliable..."

Xue Jing took a deep breath, and his flesh, muscles, bones, and blood all circulated together. The spiraling, penetrating force, the essence of the secret technique, converged on his right hand.

With a pinch of the palm, the hard stone was instantly crushed into sharp, distinct particles.

"The True Dragon Star Cluster!"

That was a meteor shower that pierced through everything.

Reversing upwards, each one carries a powerful spiral airflow, possessing power comparable to or even surpassing that of armor-piercing projectiles.

Eight members of the Dragon Cult sped through the air and could see from afar the meteor fragments, which covered an area of ​​tens of meters and almost blotted out the sky from their perspective.

"Spread out, spread out quickly!"

The leader was taken aback and immediately gave a loud order.

However, speaking too late takes time for the sound to travel.

"Puff puff puff puff puff—!!"

Five of the members were caught off guard and were instantly pulverized, as if hit by countless cannonballs, leaving not even a tiny fragment larger than a thumb.

Of the remaining three, the leader extended his right arm, from which countless slender black shadows emerged and danced rapidly in the air, deflecting and shattering all the meteor fragments that were shot at him.

The remaining two covered their heads with their hands, and their black robes, which had been blown to shreds, revealed their true forms.

It was tall and muscular, covered in dense, neatly arranged black scales. It had huge, sharp claws on its hands and feet, and its face had some snake-like triangular features. Its eyes were dark golden vertical pupils.

The leader clicked his tongue:

“These useless pieces of trash…you two go first.”

The two 'snake men' nodded, their speed suddenly increased, and they shot off toward the center of the park.

The leader looked thoughtfully at the figure in the distance, whose entire body was covered in shadow flame armor, with only his eyes showing.

"So he wasn't just a simple martial artist... he was also a recipient of the Gift?"

Xue Jing watched the two 'snake people' approaching rapidly. He held the green Rubik's Cube in his left hand, letting it hang naturally, and used his index finger to rotate one of the cubes.

A vortex of green light appeared on his palm, and then his right hand reached into it.

As if drawing a sword from its sheath at his waist, he suddenly pulled out the two-and-a-half-meter-long Forgotten Greatsword and swung it out, producing a terrifying, muffled sound.

As if it were preordained, just as the two snake-men approached, Xue Jing unleashed a curved sword slash that perfectly encompassed them.

"Bam—"

The ancient, massive sword first struck one man in the waist, then carried him further as it slashed at another man.

"Bang—Crack—"

With a loud cracking sound, the two snake-men were sent flying like cannonballs at an even faster speed than when they arrived, smashing through trees, stone benches, and fountains in the park... flying more than a hundred meters away, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

The leader of the Dragon Cult's eyelids twitched violently upon seeing this scene.

This combat strength... was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Xue Jing, however, was unaware of his thoughts. Seeing that he had succeeded in his attack, he decided to press his advantage. With a flash, he pulled on the colorful flames and instantly crossed a hundred meters to arrive in front of the two snake-men.

At this moment, the two snake-men were overlapping and embedded in the wall of a public toilet. Xue Jing held the Forgotten Greatsword, which was larger than himself, in both hands, raised it high, and intended to roughly smash the two men into four pieces.

But at that moment, a thought suddenly struck him, and he subconsciously abandoned his original plan, instead raising the Forgotten Greatsword horizontally and making a 'thrust' motion.

The internal energy circulated, undergoing all sorts of extremely complex changes. Corresponding to the outside world, Xue Jing, wielding the Forgotten Greatsword, thrust out five times in a single instant. The speed was absurd, and it was not something that such a huge sword could do.