I will eventually become a god

Hearing this, Xue Jing turned his head slightly and glanced back from the corner of his eye.

Just then he saw a hand with sharp bones reaching out to Maomao who was squatting on his shoulder.

"Shua——"

Xue Jing didn't take any action, so Maomao clicked his tongue, and flicked out the silver-white snake-killing sharp claws from his front paws.

"ah!"

The visitor screamed in pain, and four deep blood marks suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. Under the severe pain, he involuntarily retracted his hand.

Maomao shook his paws to shake off some blood stained on the snake-killing tip weapon, then turned around and looked at this very rude person.

He was a young man with short white hair and a medium build. His appearance could be called handsome, but his nose was too straight, and some traces of plastic surgery could be vaguely seen.

At this time, he was covering his bleeding hand, squatting on the ground, grinning as if in pain.

"Xiaochao! Are you okay? Use your strength to stop the bleeding. I taught you this!"

"Be careful, who knows what kind of bacteria and viruses there are... Let's go to the hospital first!"

Not far behind the man stood a dozen companions. When they saw this, two young men, a man and a woman, immediately came over to support the man and said with concern.

Maomao looked at the group of people condescendingly, snorted, turned around, and ignored them.

Xue Jing didn't pay attention to this little episode. Anyway, Maomao had already taught him a lesson. For him, such trivial matters were of no value to him. He didn't even look back at the group of people. He just raised his feet and walked away not far away. Ning Yuantai, who had already got out of the cab.

However, he didn't intend to look for trouble, but trouble didn't intend to let him go.

A tall, burly man with curly hair and broad shoulders quickly approached Xue Jing and said in a calm tone:

"Friend, aren't you going to apologize?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pressed Xue Jing's shoulder, trying to stop her from moving forward.

"..."

Xue Jing paused when he heard this.

He raised his left hand and grasped the curly-haired man's wrist in his palm.

This grabbing movement was not fast. The curly-haired man originally wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, Xue Jing's back was turned to him, but it seemed as if there were eyes behind his back. His palms followed him like a shadow, and he made three or four consecutive movements with his wrists. He couldn't escape even though he tried to dodge, and was eventually caught by Xue Jing.

"Huh?" The curly-haired man was stunned, and then he realized something was wrong.

The person in front of me looks ordinary, as ordinary and inconspicuous as the stones on the roadside. He seems to be a practicing artist?

How could it be... Anyone who has achieved some success in martial arts will have a spirit in his body that ordinary people don't have.

Especially young people, who are very proud of their success in martial arts and want to let the whole world know that they are not ordinary people. In this way, their temperament will naturally change. This cannot be restrained by trying to restrain it.

But this guy...

"What did you say?"

Xue Jing grabbed his wrist, slowly turned around, looked at the curly-haired man, and asked curiously.

"I don't think I heard you very clearly. Why don't you say it again?"

The curly-haired man's lips moved. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a tight feeling in his wrist.

Then it became tighter and tighter, and the skin began to tingle, then turned to pain, which became more and more severe.

His expression changed, and he used all his strength to pull out his wrist.

However, the palm holding his wrist was like a mechanical claw made of steel alloy. No matter how hard he applied force, he could not move. He could not free his wrist, not even a millimeter of trembling.

"How can it be!?"

The curly-haired man's eyes widened.

The grip on his palm gradually increased, and his wrist began to become congested with blood, the skin turned purple, and the bones made an overwhelmed rattling sound, like a scream.

"Snapped--"

The skin on his wrist was pinched and burst open, and blood overflowed. Under the severe pain, the curly-haired man looked fierce, raised his right hand, and suddenly punched Xue Jing in the head.

Xue Jing shook her head slightly, and turned the hand holding the opponent's wrist slightly, and an extremely powerful force poured directly into the opponent's body along the wrist, locking the key power points of the muscles in the curly-haired man's body.

The fist stopped immediately and stayed twenty centimeters in front of Xue Jing, motionless.

At this time, the group of people also noticed something was wrong here. When they saw their companions suddenly starting to move and then suddenly stopping, they immediately stepped over.

"Brother Xiong, what's going on?"

"Brother Xiong, why is your hand bleeding...hiss, it's such a serious injury!"

"Boy, let go!"

"Let go of Brother Xiong!"

More than a dozen people were shocked and shouted.

Xue Jing ignored the commotion around him, but continued to exert force with his palms, and the bones of the curly-haired man's wrists made a cracking sound.

"Why didn't you speak? Did you not want to talk?" Xue Jing asked curiously.

The curly-haired man's expression gradually distorted under the severe pain. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

All the muscles in his body, including his mouth, could not exert any strength. He could not even shout out, and he was secretly complaining incessantly.

'Damn it, we've encountered a tough situation, and Junior Brother Song is not here...'

The sound of bone cracking continued to intensify. Under Xue Jing's grip, the curly-haired man's wrist was quickly squeezed into the size of a sugar cane. Broken bone spurs poked out of the skin, exploding into a 'bone flower'.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The curly-haired man screamed and knelt down, holding his broken left hand with his trembling right hand, his expression distorted in pain.

"Oh? I thought what I just heard was a hallucination. It turns out you are not mute."

Xue Jing looked at him condescendingly and said calmly.

"Then the question is, you want me to apologize. What's going on?"

His voice was not loud, it was very soft, and even seemed a little gentle, as if he was chatting with his family at home.

But this small sound was not covered up by the curly-haired man's scream, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.

The people who were noisy felt inexplicably cold in their hearts and looked at Xue Jing in silence. Except for the screams of the curly-haired man, the scene seemed very 'silent' for a moment.

"Have I done anything that I need to apologize for? Huh?"

Xue Jing said softly, put her palm on the curly-haired man's head, and pressed it down hard.

"puff--"

The curly-haired man's whole body was like a nail. Xue Jing pressed his whole body into the cement floor, leaving only his head exposed.

"Don't say yes, then it's my turn." Xue Jing said lightly.

The curly-haired man vomited a mouthful of blood and his face twitched.

Xue Jing stepped on what was left of his head and looked down at him.

"Apologize."

"Wha...what?" The curly-haired man was in a daze. Hearing Xue Jing's words, he suddenly said in confusion.

"Apologise." Xue Jing said slowly.

"ah?"

The man looked confused.

He's already like this, why should he apologize?

"why……"

Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly felt the feet above his head begin to exert force, and he quickly changed his words:

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I was wrong, really!"

Xue Jing sneered.

"You didn't know you were wrong, you just knew you were going to die."

The man's face turned red and he felt extremely aggrieved... Then why do you want me to apologize?

Xue Jing exerted force with her feet, and with a pop, the man's remaining head was pushed into the ground.

"If apologizing works, why should we learn martial arts?"

After saying that, Xue Jing turned and left.

This time, no one dared to stop him. More than a dozen people present looked at his back in silence, looking at each other with lingering fears.

After he left, everyone tried their best to dig out the curly-haired man.

"Brother Xiong, what should I do?"

The curly-haired man fell limply to the ground, his wrists hanging down and broken into pieces, and there was an obvious sunken shoe print on his head.

He took a few breaths and gritted his teeth: "Call Junior Brother Song for me... That person just now is definitely here to participate in the U19!"

After saying that, he looked at the young man with short white hair who was curled up in the crowd and pretending that he didn't exist.

"Xiaochao, come here."

The curly-haired man said slowly.

Xiaochao walked up to the curly-haired man anxiously, covering the back of his hand that was still bloody, and said cautiously:

"male……"

Before he could finish his words, a big butt bag was placed on his face, causing him to spin three or four times in the air before he fell to the ground, motionless, and passed out.

After doing this, the curly-haired man named Brother Xiong seemed to feel much more comfortable and his expression became much calmer.

He turned to look at Xue Jing's retreating back, gritted his teeth and said:

"This matter won't be forgotten like this!"

…

"Huh? Brother Xue, what happened?"

After Ning Yuantai and Xue Jing met, they asked curiously.

Xue Jing was scratching Maomao's chin and casually recounted what had just happened.

After Ning Yuantai heard this, his nose was so angry that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and cursed: "Damn it, Brother Xue, wait for me for a while, and I'll kill that idiot!"

Xue Jing reached out to stop him and said:

"Okay, it's not a big deal, let's go, it's time for us to enter."

After hearing this, Ning Yuantai had no choice but to walk towards the arena gate with Xue Jing, but he was still swearing.

The two chatted all the way, and when they arrived at the gate of the arena, they quickly entered the arena without having to queue because they were walking through the player channel.

Ning Yuantai went to find someone he knew from the organizer, while Xue Jing was led by the staff to the door of her own lounge.

Looking at the sign with his name hanging on the door, Xue Jing pushed the door open and entered.

In the spacious lounge, Jiang Siwei, wearing OL clothes and glasses, was already there. She was sitting on a chair, tapping the laptop in front of her with both hands.

After hearing the door opening, Jiang Siwei turned around and saw Xue Jing coming. Her eyes lit up and she said hello:

"Xiao Jing!"

"Sister Wei." Xue Jing smiled at her and nodded.

"You came just in time. Someone from the organizer just came and said they wanted to record a pre-match interview..."

Jiang Siwei said, seeing that Xue Jing seemed to want to say something, she immediately understood that he didn't want to go, so she quickly added:

"This is something every player must go to. This is the norm in all previous U19 finals. It's better to go there. It's not good to be too unique."

Xue Jing heard this, thought for a while, nodded and said: "Okay."

Jiang Siwei breathed a sigh of relief, closed her notebook, stood up, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the studio."

Xue Jing followed her, stumbling towards the studio.

The Super Arena is really huge, not only the arena and auditorium, but also the backstage area.

It took more than ten minutes to walk from the players' rest area to the studio.

Xue Jing was fine, but Jiang Siwei, who was leading the way, had never practiced martial arts and was wearing high heels. She was panting from exhaustion and sweating all over.

"arrive……"

She pointed to the double doors at the end of the corridor ahead, showing a relieved expression.

Xue Jing followed her to the studio door and was about to push it open when the door was opened from inside.

A young man with eyes as sharp as an eagle but a very childish face walked out and looked at each other with Xue Jing.

This glance made both parties stop in their tracks.

"Mr. Zhou, we..." The voice of a middle-aged man who was talking to the boy stopped suddenly.

Jiang Siwei also froze.

The originally busy and noisy sounds in the studio suddenly fell silent.

"boom--"

A ring of strong airflow suddenly exploded and expanded from the center of the confrontation between Xue Jing and the boy.

The document in Jiang Siwei's hand was blown away, and the sounds of paper flying and tables and chairs falling to the ground were heard in the studio.

Xue Jing looked directly into those sharp eagle eyes. For the first time in his life, the spiritual power deep in his consciousness began to boil instinctively without his subjective mobilization.

An invisible, intangible, yet real force emanated from Xue Jing and the young man, colliding together.

Everyone and every creature within a hundred meters of the two people was suppressed by an inexplicable pressure, unable to move.

The collision of mental auras caused strong airflow to burst out from between the two of them.

Zhou Yinglin...

Xue Jing immediately recognized who the person in front of him was.

Although he had not investigated in advance and did not know what the other party looked like, Xue Jing was sure with just one glance that it must be him.

"Oh? What are you doing, you two?"

A soft voice came, and an elegant long-haired figure walked out of the studio.

That striking appearance that is even more gorgeous than any other woman's is none other than Okar Suzuka.

His arrival froze the tit-for-tat mental aura of the two people present, and then they looked away in tacit understanding.

"Xue Jing..."

Zhou Yinglin looked at Xue Jing and said in a calm voice.

"You're a little bit beyond my expectation... You can actually look at me for more than ten seconds. Among my peers, there are not more than ten people who can do this."

"It seems like you'd be a pretty good person."

Xue Jing first nodded towards Oga Suzuka and said hello: "Suzuka-san."

Okar Suzuka also nodded and smiled at him: "Xue Jun."

Xue Jing then looked at Zhou Yinglin and said softly:

"You're exactly what I expected...that's all."

Zhou Yinglin's expression did not change, and he just said softly: "Save the big words for after you win, countryman."

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