I will eventually become a god

"It's perfect... Although I don't think Zhou Yinglin is very good, every time I see his perfect clothes, I always sigh, this is really the best marksmanship in the world."

Wei Junwu sighed with emotion.

"Zhou Yinglin had reached the level of 'Ten Needles and Hundred Threads' a year ago, and now he is even closer to 'Hundred Needles and Thousand Threads'. He fired nearly a hundred shots in an instant, and each shot was extremely fine and exquisite. It’s no less than a killer move. There are more than ten changes in one shot, and no opponent’s reaction can escape the changes.”

He looked at Xue Jing next to him and seemed to be pointing out something:

"If you take him as your opponent, you must not think of competing with him in martial arts skills. Seamless clothing is the true pinnacle of human skills. As far as the field of 'skills' is concerned, there is no one better than him. I want to find him." It is impossible to find a flaw, the only way is to find a way in other aspects..."

Xue Jing didn't reply.

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

"Oh? Really."

Wei Junwu saw that he didn't agree with him very much and seemed to have other ideas. He suddenly said anxiously:

"Old Xue, you are so stubborn... I know you are very powerful, and you didn't give your best in that game just now, but Zhou Yinglin is definitely an opponent you have never encountered before. He just scored three points in a row on the court. He has not even used up his strength, so we must not underestimate him..."

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

With that said, he turned around and walked towards 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 words, which were light and weightless.

…

Xue Jing was walking on the way to the lounge.

His purpose in watching the battle was to get the information that Zhou Yinglin's martial arts was 'perfect'. Now that his purpose had been achieved, the battles between other players were irrelevant.

"The person behind Wei Junwu, the person who sent the Forgotten Giant Sword to me... could it be Senior Sister Zhu or someone related to her? Or maybe it was just some unknown big shot who was optimistic about my potential and wanted to help me. Bundle?"

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

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

"This person should be kind to me, but I don't like the way he does it."

he said to himself.

Many people have had this experience. One thing, you can obviously handle it well, and it will be solved in a while. At this time, someone next to you suddenly suggests a way to solve the problem.

You could have thought of this 'method' yourself, but after the other person said it, and you solved the matter, it became as if you solved it because of the other person's help.

It would be fine if the other party didn't care about such a trivial matter, but if he was someone who takes credit and looks so proud as if all the credit for solving the problem lies with him, that would be really annoying.

Xue Jing did not want to be kidnapped by this kind of kindness that was not kindness.

It was as if he didn't have to forget the giant sword, and he couldn't defeat Zhou Yinglin without this 'hint'.

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

[Sublimation conditions:

One,? ? ? ? ?

...]

The sublimation conditions that were full of question marks were still not met, but for some reason, Xue Jing always felt that this option seemed a little brighter than before, and she didn't know if it was an illusion.

After returning to the lounge all the way, Xue Jing reached out to pick up the sleeping cat on the sofa, moved it to the side, and then sat cross-legged on the sofa.

He closed his eyes, and his tyrannical mental consciousness directly returned his state of mind to the ancient well. His mind slowly sank, and he began to simulate consciousness.

In the consciousness space, endless pixel blocks began to build a simulation scene, and soon, the large arena of the super arena was completed.

Xue Jing himself appeared on the ring immediately, and with a thought in his mind, a figure with sharp eyes like an eagle slowly appeared not far in front of him.

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

At Level 8 [Visualization·True], the creation of consciousness has come alive, almost possessing a true self. 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​looked at Xue Jing in front of him, with a hint of killing intent in his sharp eyes.

The extremely high mental energy level made this murderous intention materialize in the outside world. The air vibrated and twisted. Xue Jing immediately felt that her exposed skin seemed to be being slowly cut by sharp wind blades, and she 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 and fired his gun like a dragon!

Like a curtain of rain, like a torrent, the Spear Shadow Waterfall rushed towards Xue Jing.

“Shuashuashuashua——!!”

The air screamed and screamed, and the countless air currents were blown away like countless big snakes dancing wildly.

Different from Zhou Yinglin who kept his hands in the ring before, the 'he' at this moment is what Xue Jing imagined, attacking with all his strength with murderous intent.

There is no way to avoid it, no way to hide, no way to stop it.

Seeing the approaching torrent of gun shadows, Xue Jing had a clear understanding in her heart.

At this time, almost any movement he made was useless. Any defensive moves, unloading moves, flick moves, and shock moves were all useless under this absolutely tight torrent blockade without any gaps.

Any counterattack will be resolved and broken at the peak of this ingenuity, like a sky-feathered garment coming from the sky, without any gaps in it.

Xue Jing had no intention of fighting back. He just stood there quietly, without even the basic defense of using his strength. Instead, he emptied his whole body and fully felt the coming blow.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak--"

In an instant, he was pierced with countless blood holes that went through his body, and then turned into a pool of minced meat, and finally even the minced meat was pierced into smaller pieces.

The next moment, countless small pixel blocks rotated and combined, and Xue Jing appeared on the ring again intact.

"... So that's it."

He touched his chin, thinking.

"No wonder this martial arts association is called the best in the world... The difficulty is indeed extraordinary."

The moment he was hit, Xue Jing felt the subtle changes in strength and energy when each shot pierced his body, and he was really surprised.

That was no longer complex.

Each shot had a change in strength equivalent to a killer move, which was equivalent to doing a complex advanced math problem.

There are hundreds and thousands of such math problems, one after another, and even each of them has its own linkage. The answer to one problem needs to be referenced by another problem, and the answer to another problem needs to be referenced by several other problems.

The ever-changing and extremely complex various energy movements are actually in an indispensable linkage state. In the end, all the math problems are combined together to derive the final answer.

"This kind of martial arts requires extremely terrifying qualifications..."

"Not physical qualifications, but spiritual qualifications."

"The required energy movement calculation and precision, ordinary martial artists will overload their pig brains after stabbing two shots."

Xue Jing exhaled slightly.

The seamless energy movement changes are too complicated. He experienced it at the cost of his own "death", but still did not remember even one thousandth of the change.

This is the first time he has encountered such a difficult martial arts since he learned consciousness simulation.

"But... the best skill in the world?"

"I'm afraid it's too early to brag."

"It's complicated, but it's still within the normal range. It can't be called 'the ultimate in human skills'."

Xue Jing clenched his fists and muttered to himself.

In his future martial arts plan, there is a 'near-god move' that can only be achieved with the absolute control of the [True Martial Body] over the movement of strength as a prerequisite.

With the 100% error-free stable performance of [True Martial], all martial arts moves that come to him can be resolved.

Any martial arts in the world, even all physical injuries, once they touch him, will be analyzed and understood thoroughly by him in an instant, and then completely resolved with the completely opposite movement of strength.

Absolute defense in the true sense... this is the real best skill in the world!

"This 'Perfect Clothes' is right to steal. If I can understand such a complex movement of strength thoroughly, it can greatly fill the foundation of my 'Near God's Move'."

"It is worthy of being the top martial arts of the Eternal Title holder. The amount of martial arts knowledge contained in it is terrifying."

"Go on."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers and continued to let 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​come forward and stab him with a torrent of spear shadows.

In this way, Xue Jing quickly absorbed everything from 'Perfect Clothes' in an exaggerated way that Zhou Yinglin dared not even think of.

It was two hours later when he felt his head swollen and his mental consciousness was a little bit overwhelmed.

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

"This extreme learning method at the cost of death is still too serious for mental power consumption."

It is difficult to learn Perfect Clothes, and it requires constant high-intensity calculation and memory. The pain and fear brought by 'death' are also a great burden on the mind.

Therefore, even though [Visualization·True] has reached the high level of Lv8, the consciousness simulation cannot last too long.

However, the results are still very gratifying.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…Zhenwu Experience +1262]

[…Bingji Experience +1679]

[…Visualization·True Experience +1388]

This is the experience gained from the panel. It is quite good in non-actual combat.

The key is the progress of learning Tianyiwu.

Xue Jing estimated that he had probably grasped the essence of 1% of it.

The number looks small and slow, but it is not.

With this 1% foundation, he will practice Tianyiwu faster and faster, forming a snowball effect, rolling bigger and bigger.

It is not impossible to completely learn Tianyiwu in a few days.

"Wake up."

Maomao yawned beside him, drooping his eyelids, and said as if he had not woken up yet.

It stood up, with its two front paws forward, and bent its body with its butt raised high, stretching like a cat.

"It seems that the game over there is over."

Xue Jing reached out and picked her up, put her on his shoulder, and smiled:

"Let's go, let's go back."

He picked up his phone and looked at it, skipping the countless messages bombarded by Xue Wan, and opened the message sent to him by Ning Yuantai.

[Brother Xue, I see you are resting, I dare not disturb you, I will go back to the car first, and you can go directly to the parking lot when you want to go back]

Xue Jing sent him an "OK" expression, then put the phone back in his pocket, left the lounge, and walked out of the arena.

Although the game had ended for nearly half an hour, the audience had not yet been evacuated, and there were still a few people wandering in the square at the gate of the arena.

Xue Jing's arrival did not attract anyone's attention. He had already turned on the 'breath blocking' state, and his presence was no different from that of a passerby.

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

At this time, he suddenly stopped.

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

Xue Jing turned to look at Maomao.

In other words, looking at the front claws of the silver-white snake-killing soldiers, it made his shoulders hurt.

Maomao looked at his paws thoughtfully and said in a childish girlish voice:

"There's something weird around here."

Xue Jing paused for a moment, then said calmly: "Are you coming for us?"

"Most likely."

"The target is us, and we can make the 'Snake Killer Soldiers' get stressed..."

Xue Jing and Maomao looked at each other and said at the same time: "Dragon Sect."

"What to do?" Maomao asked.

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

"Let's change places..."

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Ning Yuantai: [Wait a while, I will take care of something. 】

Ning Yuantai responded with an emoticon in seconds. It was a Q version of a little bear bowing with the subtitle "OK".

Taking back her cell phone, Xue Jing raised her foot and stepped up, flying dozens of meters up and onto the bowl-shaped edge of the Super Arena.

The focus of his pupils fluctuated, and he looked around quickly.

Soon, far to the northwest, I saw a large park with no people around.

The next moment, no movement was seen from him, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from where he was.

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

"Run away?"

"He can't escape, the 'spell' has been locked... The cat on his shoulder is Ning Fengwan, the branch leader of Qingcheng."

"Be careful, you have to stay alive and try not to hurt her."

"This is someone who may become the 'Madonna' in the future."

"Let's go and catch up..."

After a brief conversation, several black figures followed one of the leaders and galloped towards the northwest.

…

It was gradually getting dark, and darkness slowly filled the sky.

Yuancheng, Area B9, Mengze Park.

A figure landed diagonally like a shooting star in the center of the park.

It was obviously extremely fast and powerful, but when it landed, it was almost silent. It only made a slight rustling sound when it stepped on the grass, as if it was weightless.

"Preparation time before the war..."

Xue Jing snapped his fingers.

In the shadows, countless black air currents gathered, covering his body and turning into a gorgeous shadow flame wrapped armor. Even the cat on his shoulders was wearing a black flame cat armor.

Then, he took out dragon cherry seeds the size of black walnuts and threw them on the ground.

Since he didn't know how powerful the Dragon Sect's comers were, he planned to go all out.

The dragon cherry seeds took root on the ground and quickly penetrated into the soil. Then, black rhizomes emerged from the soil and soon turned into a big black tree.

The big tree extends out countless branches, and the endless silver cherry blossoms bloom on it, which is so beautiful.

This dragon cherry tree is not huge. It is similar to other trees in the park and blends into it.

Xue Jing looked at a few small black dots speeding up in the sky in the distance and said to herself:

"As usual, there must be a meeting gift."

He looked around, looking for the target, and soon his eyes lit up and he found a good stone.

…