I will eventually become a god

(There was a stupid mistake in the previous chapter. The total number of divinities held by the protagonist was miscalculated. It was less than a thousand points. It has been corrected. There is no need to look back.)

[Possess divinity: 3802]

The unexpected gain of the museum group was that they killed several borderland creatures containing divinity, including a rare and powerful 'furnace precious species', and obtained about 1,600 divinity in total.

Coupled with the previous gains from forgetting the giant sword and killing two Dragon Cult recipients, the divinity held by Xue Jing has reached more than 3,000 points.

"There are a thousand points here that cannot be touched... I have already had a premonition that [Bing Strike] is about to sublimate, and the feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"But minus one thousand, you're left with two thousand and eight... which isn't enough to upgrade Shadow Flame."

Xue Jing glanced at the lonely [Zhenwu] on the extraordinary skill bar on the panel.

[Zhenwu Level 2 (Extraordinary)]

[Required for upgrade: experience value 10361/20000, divinity 3802/1000]

"Zhenwu still has about 10,000 experience points before he can continue to upgrade."

"There is no need to upgrade Twins, Plant Deeds, and Dragon Horns for the time being... We are in an awkward period where we have money but are not rich enough and cannot spend it."

Xue Jing shook her head and closed the panel.

I was planning to take a break and recuperate my mind, and then continue the consciousness simulation practice seamlessly.

At this time, Maomao, who was squatting on the sofa next to him and playing with his mobile phone with a cat paw ball, said:

"It seems like things between you and Zhou Yinglin have gotten serious."

Hearing this, Xue Jing turned her head and glanced at the news report on the screen of her mobile phone.

[The purpose of Zhou Yinglin, a member of the ‘Gun Saint’, to join the U19 is actually to kill the outer ring geniuses? 】

The news first described Zhou Yinglin's resume in detail, indicating that he has a high status and has participated in the 'Little Longmen Cup' of the same nature as U19. From any angle, he has no motivation to travel thousands of miles to participate in U19. This leads to the following discussion of Zhou Yinglin’s true purpose.

He also introduced who Xue Jing was, and described how amazing he was as a genius who grew up in the outer ring. Finally, Wei Junwu, the U19 finalist, Feng Tiliu, publicly said, "The purpose of Zhou Yinglin's participation in the U19 is to win the U19." Pretending to have a legitimate reason for missing the mark and beating Xue Jing to death was the breaking point of this news.

The wording and emotional guidance skills of the entire article are quite superb, and it is obvious that it was written by a veteran.

The popularity is also quite hot, and the number of comments below the report has reached more than 100,000.

"Huh? Is this a big deal?" Xue Jing said casually.

His mobile phone was not equipped with a ‘supernet connector’, so he could only log into the old network.

Considering the degree of isolation between the inner ring and the outer ring, it was indeed a bit unexpected for him that what happened in the inner ring was spread to the old network of the outer ring so quickly and became extremely popular.

It doesn’t feel like normal communication, but more like someone is deliberately pushing it.

Xue Jing shook his head and said:

"It's unnecessary... Do you expect this to make Zhou Yinglin feel scrupulous?"

He didn't know if Zhou Yinglin would be affected. Anyway, his own fist was almost hard.

He really treated him like a child. Did the person who did this look down on him, or did he think highly of Zhou Yinglin too much?

Now he really couldn't stop pretending.

Thinking of this, Xue Jing suddenly realized something was wrong.

"No...if you think about it in reverse, maybe this is the purpose of the 'promoter'."

"Giving me the Forgotten Great Sword, reminding me of the flaw in the seamless fabric, and letting Wei Junwu make public remarks in an attempt to make Zhou Yinglin have some scruples... These actions may seem like they are helping me and taking care of me, but in fact they may be just the opposite. "

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

"You did this on purpose... You want to stimulate my 'youthful spirit' and force me to prove myself?"

"Maybe that's it... but maybe I'm just thinking too much."

Maomao scrolled through the comments on the news on her mobile phone with her paws, frowning and saying:

"It's so rare that you are actually the one being trolled. It seems that Zhou Yinglin has a lot of fans."

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and saw something like [No, what level is Zhou Yinglin, what level is he, Xue Jing, please don't push me too hard, okay? 】【Wei Junwu hasn't had a cerebral thrombosis for ten years and can't say such nonsense. How can Xue Jing be qualified enough for Zhou Yinglin to come here and beat him up? My prostate fluid is almost laughing out loud] [Let’s talk about meeting Zhou Yinglin if we can make it to the top eight, but don’t make it laughable if we can’t even make it to the top eight] and other comments.

Most of the arguments focus on the belief that Xue Jing's level cannot compete with Zhou Yinglin.

These are considered rational analyses, and most of them directly start to abuse Xue Jing, the 'little Karami who overestimates his own abilities'.

Completely ignoring the fact that Xue Jing herself said nothing.

Xue Jing didn't have any mental fluctuations at all regarding this kind of online violence. She just felt that these people were really idle and still had too much to eat.

On the contrary, the cat became more and more angry as he watched, and his claws became hardened.

She started tapping the screen to make comments to defend Xue Jing and others, but she was soon outnumbered and ridiculed, and her hair exploded.

"The lack of real-name registration on the Internet has saved you...otherwise, this leader would have to come to your door one by one and scratch your faces!"

Her delicate cat face showed anthropomorphic gnashing teeth.

Seeing the cat's claws popping up unconsciously and scratching the phone screen, Xue Jing quickly reminded:

"Be careful, changing the screen is very troublesome."

Cat retracted its claws and said angrily:

"Ah Jing, you must beat Zhou Yinglin hard! Act like a big boss and swell the faces of these idiots who only know how to type on the keyboard!"

Xue Jing smiled and patted her furry little head, and said as if to comfort a child: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, stop looking at your phone, I'll make something for you to eat."

Maomao angrily swept the phone aside with his front paws.

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The next day, in the space of consciousness, on the Super Arena stage, Xue Jing stood in the center of the stage, her eyes closed, her whole body empty, without any movement.

On the opposite side, 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​was holding a nine-foot spear, holding the 'Pipa' in the twenty-four postures of the marksmanship, with the tip of the spear facing Xue Jing.

After a long confrontation, Zhou Yinglin moved.

The shadow of the gun turned into a torrent, flooding towards Xue Jing like a huge wave. The almost infinite subsequent changes blocked all retreats and defensive positions, leaving only the option of force.

But Xue Jing still didn't move, and didn't even have any luck. He just let his whole body empty, waiting for the torrent of spears to come.

Just when the first shot was about to touch Xue Jing, it was infinitely close to his skin.

His consciousness and senses were condensed to the extreme, and he instantly understood everything about this shot, including its strength, movement route, and even all possible subsequent changes.

Immediately, his body moved instinctively.

When the force is activated, it is exactly the same as the force of the gun, but the completely opposite force is generated and accurately focused on the part targeted by the gun.

Reflected in the outside world, Zhou Yinglin's gun seemed to have lightly touched Xue Jing's body. It did not cause any damage, and only made a crisp sound of "ding" and sent out a circle of air waves.

Then came the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...

Xue Jing, who discerned the subsequent changes, concentrated the opposite force on the parts hit by the gun one by one to resolve them.

The result was that the 'ding-ding-ding-ding' sounds continued, but Xue Jing was not harmed at all.

It wasn't until the twelfth shot that Xue Jing's conscious calculation ability couldn't keep up. He was a beat slower, and his physical movement was also a step slower, and a small bloody hole was dug out.

And once they start to fail to keep up, they will be defeated all the way, and they will be cut into corpses by dozens of shots.

The small pieces of pixels rotated and converged, and Xue Jing was resurrected and appeared on the ring.

He nodded and said:

"The near-god move - 'Return to Nothing' has begun to bear fruit. My vision is indeed achievable. Even complex and perfect marksmanship such as flawless shooting can be eliminated."

"Although this is because my understanding of 'Seamless Clothes' is quite deep, I wouldn't be able to do this if I switched to martial arts that I have never been exposed to."

"But as my understanding of martial arts gradually strengthens, one day I will reach the point where I can understand all the martial arts in the world at a glance. At that time, even martial arts attacks that I have never seen before, I can instantly understand and transform into them. remove."

He shook his hand, and the small pixels rotated and gathered together, and a nine-foot steel gun appeared in his palm.

Then he walked up to Zhou Yinglin.

"Seamless, ten stitches and a hundred threads."

"咻咻咻咻咻——!!"

The cold light flashed, and the spear came out like a dragon, poking at Zhou Yinglin like a curtain of rain.

"Ding ding ding ding——"

Zhou Yinglin clashed with each other seamlessly, and after fifteen gunshots, Xue Jing stopped drawing the gun.

This is his current limit, fifteen shots.

There are five more shots than the ten shots that I had just started yesterday with the ‘Ten Needles and Hundred Threads’.

Xue Jing nodded and said: "The progress is not bad, let's continue practicing."

For a whole day, Xue Jing was immersed in the practice of consciousness simulation.

Rest when your mental energy is exhausted, and continue when you are well rested.

With the help of 'Zhou Yinglin', a professional sparring partner, Xue Jing's progress was horrifying and unimaginable through extremely high-intensity cheating training that ignored life and death.

Until the day of the top 16 competition came, Xue Jing's flawless performance had reached the level of the 25th shot.

The number of flawless shots that 'Return to Nothing' can remove has reached twenty-one.

This means that the first twenty-one shots fired by Zhou Yinglin are no longer there for him.

At this time, only three days had passed since he learned to be flawless.

Under circumstances that no one could have imagined, in just three days, Xue Jing had almost taken off Zhou Yinglin's underwear.

Near noon, Xue Jing was picked up by Ning Yuantai and arrived at the Source City Super Arena again.

Opening the door to the players' lounge, there were already two people inside.

Jiang Siwei and... Yin Muhu.

Xue Jing looked at the beautiful and thin figure, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled:

"Yin sister, are you feeling better?"

At this time, Yin Muhu was wearing a very close-fitting martial arts uniform, with bandages all over her waist and abdomen. Her slender waist highlighted the thrilling presence of her plump breasts, and her long, voluptuous legs were covered by trousers. , but the beautiful shape can also be faintly seen from the outline.

She is extremely tall, nearly two meters tall, but has a large frame. She does not have the skinny bamboo pole feeling caused by being too tall. Instead, she is very even and just right. One point more is fat, and one point less is thin. She has a good figure. Exaggerated to the extent that it can put world-class Victoria's Secret models to shame.

"Brother Xue, I'm much better." Yin Muhu greeted with a smile. He was a little short of energy and sounded very weak. It seemed that the injury was still serious.

Xue Jing walked up to her, put his hand on her shoulder, and explored her body with all his strength.

"This injury is too serious. You have used too many mysteries that depleted your vitality. Your mental energy is overdrawn and your vitality is sluggish. In this case, you can't even take strong medicine, otherwise it will make up for your death."

"If you raise it slowly, it will take at least three months..."

Xue Jing frowned slightly.

Three months is too long a delay for a martial artist of seventeen or eighteen years old who is making rapid progress.

"It's okay. Three months is just three months. Brother Xue doesn't have to worry about it. This is a result I had anticipated before the game and was prepared to bear."

Yin Muhu smiled freely and said in a sweet and young girl's voice that was very suitable for her appearance at the moment.

Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible, sister Yin, please stretch out your hand."

When Yin Muhu heard this, although she didn't know what Xue Jing wanted to do, she did it without hesitation out of trust.

Although he has lost weight, due to his large frame, although Yin Muhu's palms are slender, they are almost as big as Xue Jing's.

Xue Jing took out walnut-sized black dragon cherry seeds from his pocket and placed them on his palm. Then he held Yin Muhu's hand together and squeezed the seeds into it.

Jiang Siwei next to her looked at this scene curiously.

With a thought in Xue Jing's mind, Long Ying's ability to absorb life force was activated, absorbing his own life force, and then transferred this life force to Yin Muhu's body.

Feeling that the serious injuries on his chest and abdomen suddenly began to squirm, he quickly recovered, and the vitality in his body was slowly filled with moisture. Yin Muhu said in surprise:

"Eh? This is..."

With Level 10 health care, Xue Jing's vitality is comparable to that of an African elephant and a short-footed cat compared to Yin Muhu.

The powerful, pure and clean vitality quickly filled up and even repaired Yin Muhu's body like a torn sack.

"Brother Xue..."

Yin Muhu looked at Xue Jing very moved, with a soft expression on her pretty face.

She instinctively felt that these 'vitality' contained traces of Xue Jing.

Brother Xue was transferring his life force to her through an unknown method!

"Stop it, Brother Xue, it's enough."

Yin Muhu said hurriedly.

She felt a lot better. At least she had enough energy to take strong medicine to replenish her strength. The remaining injuries were nothing to worry about, so she quickly asked Xue Jing to stop.

She didn't know that this bit of vitality was just a drop in the bucket of Xue Jing's rich heritage, but she was so moved that she almost cried.

Obviously this injury was caused by her trying her best on the field...

Brother Xue was really good to her, better than her own brother...

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