I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Outside the ring, the referee hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

According to the rules, as long as a player shows a clear willingness to concede, regardless of whether they have fully uttered the words "I concede," the referee can blow the whistle to stop the match.

but……

He looked at Xue Jing, whose body was once again radiating an aura of dark lightning patterns on the arena, and dared not blow his whistle to stop him.

Xue Jing pinched Zhou Yinglin's mouth shut with one hand, and gently held his wrist with the other, saying softly:

"I remember you said something like, 'Genius is just the threshold to meeting you,' right?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing reached out and pulled.

"Thorn-"

Zhou Yinglin's arm was ripped off by him, bones and all.

The so-called top-level physical strength had already been tattered by the eighty-shot Heavenly Armor Technique. At this moment, it would be no more difficult for Xue Jing to tear off his arm than to tear a piece of paper.

"Well--!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in pain. He wanted to howl, but his mouth was pinched shut, and he couldn't make a sound.

"That's strange. How come such a high threshold broke with just a light step?"

Xue Jing tossed the severed hand aside.

Then she gently placed her hand on Zhou Yinglin's ear.

"You're from the city, right?"

Tear off the ear.

"Well--!!"

"The Thirteen Great Chambers, is that right?"

The other ear was also torn off.

"The Secret Martial Arts Society, is it?"

The other arm was torn off.

"A genius, huh?"

Xue Jing reached into his neck and forcefully pulled out his collarbone.

"Well--!!"

"Beethoven, right?"

……

Seeing the brutal scene unfolding on the stage, reminiscent of Unit-01 tearing apart Unit-03, everyone fell silent. Those with weaker mental fortitude covered their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

That handsome young man, with a godlike appearance yet exuding a dark aura and as ruthless as a demon king, was deeply etched into everyone's minds.

From this day forward, the name 'Demon King Xue' will resound throughout the entire land of China.

On the arena, except for his torso and head, all his external parts were removed, and Zhou Yinglin, now a human stump, was casually tossed aside by Xue Jing.

However, although he was on the verge of death, he was still alive.

The vitality of martial artists is astonishing.

"You should be glad this is in the ring. Killing you isn't illegal, but it's against the rules."

Xue Jing responded to Zhou Yinglin's arrogant words, and after speaking, he calmly turned and walked towards the contestants' passage.

"It's just gravel, not half as good as me."

There was no whistle to end the match, no commentator's passionate shouts about who the winner was, and no applause or cheers from the audience.

As Xue Jing approached, the pale blue repulsive membrane slowly dissipated as if in fear of him, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

Step by step, until his figure completely disappeared into the contestants' passage, there was a moment of silence before the scene gradually erupted into a tremendous uproar of discussion.

"Invincible... Invincible!!"

"This was a complete and utter stomp! And the one who got crushed was none other than Zhou Yinglin!!"

"I dare say that Xue Jing is absolutely the strongest player in the history of U19, and even in all youth martial arts competitions, truly invincible!!"

"Why would I have a dream where a grassroots player from the outer ring brutally beats and crushes a top genius from the inner ring?"

"It's going to explode! The entire martial arts world is about to explode!"

"Completely crushing Zhou Yinglin... The world's strongest underage martial artist? Is that a fair statement?"

"Twelve times, twelve times!! Hahaha, Xue Jing, God Xue!! You're my real grandfather!"

"Everything he said in the interview was true, without a trace of arrogance. He truly is an eagle, and everyone else is just a snail to him!"

"The entire circle of young martial artists has welcomed their own great demon king... He's not only ruthless and powerful, but also handsome, and quick-witted. He calls everyone an idiot, and you can't even out-argue him. How can there be such a monster!"

……

(I kept my promise, over 10,000 words... To avoid any breaks in the story, I burned myself out completely, my health bar is empty, I haven't slept for almost 24 hours, and I'm just one step away from passing out...)

Chapter 247 Reactions from All Sides, Post-Match Interviews (4K)

The spectator area for the players.

"A monster, a real monster!"

"The old martial arts world is about to undergo a major upheaval..."

"Did you all see Xue Jing's flawless defense against Zhou Yinglin's move just now? If I'm not mistaken... no, that's impossible. It's too exaggerated. Even the 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian couldn't do that, right?"

"He just said that the Perfect Clothes technique was only practiced for seven days? Is that possible?"

"impossible."

"Ha, you just assume that what you can't do is impossible. That's the extent of your magnanimity."

"...You fucking idiot, trying to imitate someone you've just learned? Stop pretending, you don't have the right feel for it, you're just a poor imitation, it's really awkward."

Wei Junwu stared blankly at Xue Jing's departing figure, and suddenly...

"Pah, pah, pah, pah—"

His right hand moved like it was firing in rapid succession, slapping himself across his right cheek with incredible speed.

Standing next to him, Song Nanxing's eyes twitched incessantly.

Yin Muhu looked at Zhou Yinglin, the man with a cane, who was being examined by a group of medical personnel and experts, and couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you again, Brother Xue, for sparing my life..."

……

Hidden Dragon Dojo, within the Nourishing Heart Chamber.

Li Qi, Meng Boshang, Meng Qingjiao, and Chen Fuguang were gathered together, watching the live television broadcast.

"Holy crap!"

"Is this our junior brother? Our Hidden Dragon Dojo's junior brother?" Chen Fuguang's eyes widened, and he rushed forward to hug the TV, staring intently at the screen.

Li Qi wheeled himself forward and slapped him on the head, sending him tumbling sideways. He cursed:

"Don't block the TV, you idiot!"

After saying that, he stepped forward, hugged the TV, and started watching, laughing heartily all the while.

"..." Looking at her master blocking the view, Meng Qingjiao opened her mouth, almost witnessing a medical miracle.

"..." At this moment, her elderly father, Meng Boshang, silently took out his phone, which was showing the live stream, and handed it to her.

……

Qingcheng, at Xue Jing's home.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Xue Wan and Zong Shichan hugged each other and bounced around, screaming like enthusiastic fans at a concert watching their idols appear, releasing their excitement.

……

Qingcheng, the seventh floor of Qingda Library.

In the old attic, a quiet and elegant young girl was absentmindedly reading a hardcover book titled "The Three Ancient Pillars - The Forgotten".

On the table in front of her was a mobile phone playing a live stream, and next to the phone was a lit match standing upright.

"..."

Wu Youqing sighed and said helplessly, "If you're going to watch, then watch quietly and don't jump around like that."

"..."

"...He is the most special person I have ever met. It is not surprising that he could do this much."

"..."

"...What do you mean by showing off your love? You really are something else."

……

In a quaintly decorated study in Beijing.

"Bang!"

A young girl with a delicate and youthful face hurriedly burst through the door and ran in.

The bespectacled old man, who was reading a book in one hand, turned his gaze to the girl, a hint of affection in his eyes.

He was about to speak when the girl came up to him, slammed her hand on the desk in front of him, and said happily:

"Grandpa, he did it! Junior Brother did it! Can I go back now?!"

The old man's refined and amiable face paused slightly.

……

Also in the capital, in a grand manor, a handsome young man with a gloomy expression punched the wall beside him hard.