I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"boom--!!"

The entire mansion shook violently, almost like an earthquake.

"Send someone to Tianjing Lake and deliver this video to Mr. Wu!"

"Those bastards in the Special Operations Department actually gave me fake information... Help me contact Lu Baidi and ask if he's still taking on jobs!"

"Also, call the Xu family and have Yuancheng Xu Biotechnology Company immediately arrange super surgery for Lindi... Also, contact the Secret Martial Arts Society and tell them that things have changed, and have them send 'that thing' to Lindi..."

……

In a large bar in Yuancheng.

In the booth, a group of people with strange appearances, all of whom had traces of foreign implants all over their bodies, were gathered together, watching the holographic live broadcast above the center of the booth.

The person sitting in the center was a middle-aged man who was nearly three meters tall and occupied the width of four seats, like a giant.

His body was already extremely robust, even bloated, but his arms were significantly more exaggerated than other parts of his body. Not only were his arm circumference as exaggerated as his waist, but they were also extremely long. If he stood up, he could touch the floor with his fingers without bending over.

"It's interesting that the old martial arts system, which should have been swept into the dustbin of history, has produced a lot of talented people in recent years. It's such a waste."

The huge man's voice was so deep and resonant that it even drowned out the noise of the bar, making it clear to everyone around him.

Not far from him, a woman named Qiao Ying stared at the cruel scene on the screen with a flushed face. Suddenly, her body tensed up and began to tremble rhythmically, stopping and starting intermittently.

After more than ten times, she finally collapsed, as if she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, why is this floor leaking?!"

The woman next to her with silver and gold highlights stepped into a puddle of water and immediately cursed angrily.

……

"The outcome of the match is decided!!"

The commentator's shocked, trembling voice echoed throughout the Super Arena.

"Xue Jing, with absolutely unexpected strength, has decisively secured this victory!"

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! This is not the kind of strength a seventeen-year-old should possess. He even used Zhou Yinglin's flawless technique to defeat his opponent in his strongest area!"

"It feels like a dream..."

As Xue Jing walked into the players' passage and arrived backstage, the voices of the commentators gradually faded away.

He exhaled softly, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility, as if he had shed a burden, and a feeling of triumph.

Although he has never cared about other people's opinions because he has enough confidence in himself and knows how strong he is.

Zhou Yinglin's constant provocations and the numerous voices from the outside world who were not optimistic about him, although they were mostly mild, still made him accumulate some resentment that he wanted to vent.

Until he stepped onto the stage to face Zhou Yinglin, he hadn't even noticed this murderous aura.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[...Military combat experience points +3267 (maximum)]

[…True Martial Experience Points +2529]

……

The experience points were impressive, especially the [Soldier Strike] skill, which was maxed out.

"This game wasn't too difficult; the experience was a bit unexpected."

Xue Jing pondered for a moment and then understood.

Zhou Yinglin's strength is actually quite formidable. As a nationally renowned genius among the younger generation of martial arts practitioners, he is not as weak as he appeared on the stage just now.

The reason for this tragic outcome was entirely due to the fact that the opponent was Xue Jing.

Although it wasn't a deliberate attempt to target him, in order to master the technique flawlessly, Xue Jing had engaged in countless life-or-death battles with Zhou Yinglin in a mental simulation. He had long since figured out this man thoroughly, and his understanding of Zhou Yinglin was probably even better than that of Zhou Yinglin himself.

Not to mention, in terms of strength, he was completely able to suppress Zhou Yinglin.

When both strength and understanding are maximized, the result is like beating up a child...

After turning off the control panel, Xue Jing took out his phone as he walked towards the players' lounge.

As soon as I turned off Do Not Disturb mode, my phone started vibrating incessantly.

The WeChat message count has reached 99+, and new notifications keep popping up.

When he opened the list, he saw that a dozen or twenty people had sent him messages.

Li Ge and some other classmates from Qingfu Middle School, several senior brothers and sisters from Canglong Dojo, as well as Bai Ya's Void Blade and Mountain Demon...

It was full of comments expressing shock and admiration, such as "Master Jing is awesome!" "President Xue is awesome!" "I'm so moved!"

Xue Jing replied to each message, but temporarily ignored Xue Wan, who had already sent more than twenty messages and was still sending voice messages.

Before he even reached the players' lounge, he saw two people turn the corner at the end of the corridor and run excitedly toward him.

"Brother Xue!!"

"Awesome, so awesome!"

Ning Yuantai shouted loudly, his voice almost cracking from excitement.

Jiang Siwei then pounced on Xue Jing, clinging to his body and rubbing her head against him repeatedly.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, you are the best, you are the strongest, you are really amazing!!"

"Even Zhou Yinglin was used as a stepping stone, now their fame has skyrocketed! Wow!"

She lost her composure and began to kiss Xue Jing's cheeks repeatedly.

Xue Jing reached out and supported her under her armpits, lifted her up, put her on the ground, smiled, and said:

"Alright, Sister Wei, calm down."

Jiang Siwei snapped out of her daze, her face flushing slightly. She scratched her cheek sheepishly and said, "Sorry, I got excited."

"Hey, Brother Xue, where's the Forgotten Greatsword?"

Ning Yuantai suddenly noticed that Xue Jing's hands were empty and asked in confusion.

"Ok?"

Xue Jing was taken aback, only then realizing that he had forgotten his sword.

Damn it, all he cares about is showing off.

He scratched his head and said, "...Yuan Tai, could you go get it for me? It's on the arena."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuantai's body stiffened, and he saluted Xue Jing: "I guarantee to complete the mission!"

After saying that, he happily ran towards the players' tunnel.

He wanted the whole world to know that he was the underling who had carried the sword for Brother Xue!

Leaving aside the fact that Ning Yuantai ran onto the arena, pulled out the Forgotten Greatsword, carried it on his shoulder, and proudly strolled around the arena to show it off to the audience.

After returning to the rest room, Xue Jing was about to mentally replay the match to see if Tianyi Wufeng had improved.

Just then, my phone vibrated and rang; a call was coming in.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID showed it was Youqing Ameng.

He pressed the answer button, put the phone to his ear, and smiled:

"crooked?"

A tranquil and soothing voice came through the receiver, calming the mind:

"I watched the match, and they played very well."

Xue Jing traced lines on the table in front of him with his finger and chuckled:

"Absolutely, we can't let you down, Boss."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, BOSS."

"Was it alright for me to do that to Zhou Yinglin?"

Wu Youqing gave a soft "hmm" and said:

"Although the methods were a bit cruel, it's fine as long as the person doesn't die."

"With me here, even if they want to retaliate, they can only do so through legal means. You don't need to worry."

Xue Jing nodded and smiled, "That's good."

He is basically fearless when trouble is specifically targeting him.

He has too many ways to save his life right now.

As long as they don't resort to dirty tricks like kidnapping or threatening family members, Xue Jing has nothing to fear.

"However, you left no room for maneuver this time, and you've really broken ties with Zhou Yinglin. Even if the entanglements with the Zhu family and the Secret Martial Society are over, things won't end well."

Wu Youqing spoke up.

Xue Jing smiled but didn't say anything.

“Now that you’ve revealed a significant portion of your strength, the next time someone comes looking for trouble, it won’t be someone like Zhou Yinglin. You still need to be careful.”

“I understand,” Xue Jing said softly.

After chatting with Wu Youqing for a long time, Xue Jing hung up the phone.

He stretched and was about to start the simulated review.

At this time.

"Bang bang—"

There was a knock on the door of the lounge.

"Ok?"

Xue Jing stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door stood a woman with short, neat hair, dressed in office attire and holding a microphone, accompanied by a man carrying a camera.

Upon seeing that the person who opened the door was Xue Jing, the woman's eyes lit up, and she smiled brightly, saying: