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"Monsters, real monsters!"

"I'm afraid the old martial arts world is about to change..."

"Did you see the flawless move that Xue Jing used to defend against Zhou Yinglin just now? If I guessed correctly... No, it shouldn't be possible. This is too exaggerated. Even the 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian couldn't do it, right? "

"He just seemed to say that it only took seven days to practice to be perfect? ​​Is it possible?"

"No way."

"Heh, if you think something you can't do is considered impossible, your ability will only go so far."

"...You damn thing, you are learning and selling now, stop pretending, you have no inner taste, you are imitating others, it is very embarrassing."

Wei Junwu stared blankly at Xue Jing's retreating back, suddenly.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah-"

His right hand seemed to be firing a series of shots, and he slapped his right face very quickly.

Song Nanxing, who was standing next to him, also had his eyes twitching.

Yin Muhu looked at Zhou Yinglin, who was being consulted by a group of medical staff and experts, and couldn't help but reach out and wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

"Thank you again Brother Xue for not killing..."

…

Hidden Dragon Dojo, inside the heart-nurturing room.

Li Qi, Meng Boshang, Meng Qingjiao, and Chen Fuguang were gathering together, watching the live TV scene.

"Fuck, fuck!"

"Is this the junior brother? The junior brother of our Hidden Dragon Dojo?" Chen Fuguang's eyes widened. He awkwardly stepped forward and hugged the TV, staring at the screen at close range.

Li Qi floated forward in his wheelchair and slapped him on the head, causing him to flip sideways and cursed:

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

After saying that, he stepped forward, hugged the TV and started watching, laughing happily.

"..." Looking at the master blocking the screen, Meng Qingjiao opened his mouth and almost had a medical miracle happen.

"..." At this time, the old father Meng Boshang beside her silently took out the mobile phone with the live broadcast screen turned on and handed it to her.

…

Qingcheng, Xue Jing's home.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!"

Xue Wan and Zong Shichan hugged each other and kept bouncing, screaming like enthusiastic fans who saw their idols perform at a concert, venting their excitement.

…

Qingcheng, the seventh floor of Qingda Library.

In the old attic, a quiet and elegant girl was holding a hard-cover book titled "The Three Ancient Pillars - The Forgotten" and looking at it absently.

On the table in front of her, there was a mobile phone playing a live broadcast. Next to the mobile phone was an upright, lit match.

"..."

Wu Youqing sighed and said helplessly: "Just watch it honestly and don't jump up and down."

"..."

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

"..."

"...What does it mean to show affection? You kid really do."

…

In the capital city, in a study room with simple decoration.

"Bang!"

The girl with a young and delicate face hurriedly opened the door and ran in.

The old man wearing glasses, who was reading a book with one hand, turned to the girl, with a trace of kindness in his eyes.

He was about to speak, but the girl came to him, slapped her palm on the desk in front of him, and said happily:

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

The old man's elegant and easy-going face froze slightly.

…

Also in the capital, in a certain mansion, a handsome young man with a gloomy expression punched the wall beside him with his fist.

"Bang--!!"

The whole mansion shook, almost like an earthquake.

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

"These bastards from the Special Service Department actually gave me false information... Help me contact Lu Baidi and ask him if he will accept the job!"

"In addition, call Xu's side and ask Yuancheng Xu's Biological Company to immediately arrange a super surgery for Brother Lin... and the Secret Martial Society, contact them, tell them that things have changed, and ask them to put 'that thing' Send it to Brother Lin..."

…

Source City, in a large bar.

In the booth, a group of people with strange appearances, all of whom could see traces of implants all over their bodies, were gathering together and watching the live holographic image above the center of the booth.

The leader sitting in the center is a middle-aged man who is nearly three meters tall and takes up the width of four seats. He is like a giant.

His body is already extremely majestic and can even be called bloated, but his arms are obviously more exaggerated than other parts. Not only are the arm circumference exaggerated and comparable to his waist circumference, but their length is also extremely long. If he stands up, his fingers will be stretched out without bending. Can touch the floor.

"It's interesting. A system like Jiuwu that should be consigned to the garbage heap of history has been replaced by a large number of talented people in recent years. It's really a waste."

The huge man's voice was so rich that it even overcame the noisy noise in the bar, allowing the people around him to hear it clearly.

Sitting on a seat not far from him, a woman named Qiao Ying looked at the cruel young man with a flushed face. Her whole body suddenly tensed up and began to tremble rhythmically. She would tremble for a while and then stop, and then stop for a while.

After a dozen times, she slumped down as if breathing a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, why is this floor leaking?"

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

…

"Victory...the victory has been decided!!"

The commentator's voice trembled with shock in the Super Arena.

"Player Xue Jing, with his absolutely unexpected strength, won this victory!"

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, this should not be the strength of a 17-year-old. He even displayed the flawlessness of player Zhou Yinglin and defeated his opponent in the field where his opponent is best!"

"It's like a dream..."

Walking into the player channel and coming to the backstage, Xue Jing's voice of commentary gradually faded away.

He exhaled lightly, feeling a sense of tranquility in his heart, as if he had unloaded some burden, and felt a little proud.

Although he has never cared about other people's evaluation, because he has enough confidence in his heart and knows how strong he is.

Zhou Yinglin's continuous provocations and countless voices from the outside world that are not optimistic about him, although they are just gentle breezes and drizzles, still made him accumulate some anger that he wanted to vent.

Until he stepped onto the ring to face Zhou Yinglin, he didn't even notice this anger.

Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[…Weapon Strike Experience +3267 (full)]

[…True Martial Arts Experience +2529]

…

After seeing a row of experience points, the harvest was quite good, especially [Weapon Strike], which was maxed out.

“This fight wasn’t that difficult, and the amount of experience points was a bit unexpected.”

Xue Jing thought about it and understood.

Zhou Yinglin’s strength was actually quite impressive. As a nationally renowned genius among the younger generation of the old martial arts, he was not as bad as he showed on the ring just now.

The reason for this tragic result was entirely because the opponent was Xue Jing.

Although he was not deliberately targeting him, in order to learn perfectly, Xue Jing had fought countless life-and-death battles with Zhou Yinglin in the consciousness simulation, and had already figured out this person. He probably understood Zhou Yinglin better than he did himself.

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

With both strength and understanding fully utilized, the effect was like beating a child...

After turning off the panel, Xue Jing walked towards the players' lounge while taking out his mobile phone.

Just after removing the do not disturb mode, the phone began to vibrate wildly.

The WeChat message has already prompted 99+, and new reminders are constantly popping up.

Clicking it, he saw that there were more than a dozen people in the list who sent him messages.

Li Ge also had some other classmates from Qing Affiliated High School, several senior brothers and sisters from Canglong Dojo, and Bai Ya's virtual blade and mandrill...

All of them were expressions of shock and admiration such as "Master Jing is awesome!" "Boss Xue is awesome!" "I'm wet when I see you."

Xue Jing replied one by one, but temporarily ignored Xue Wan, who had sent more than 20 messages and was still playing voice messages.

Before he reached the players' lounge, he saw two people turning around the corner at the end of the corridor and running towards him excitedly.

"Brother Xue!!"

"Awesome, so awesome!"

Ning Yuantai shouted loudly, almost breaking his voice due to being too excited.

Jiang Siwei flew over and hung on Xue Jing, holding his head and rubbing it:

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

"Even Zhou Yinglin is a stepping stone, now your popularity has completely taken off! Ah!"

She was a little out of control and couldn't help kissing Xue Jing's cheek.

Xue Jing stretched out his hands to support her armpits, lifted her up, put her on the ground, smiled, and said:

"Okay, sister Wei, calm down."

Jiang Siwei came back to her senses, her face flushed, and she scratched her cheek embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm excited."

"Hey, Brother Xue, where is the Forgotten Greatsword?"

Ning Yuantai suddenly noticed that Xue Jing was empty-handed and asked in confusion.

"Huh?"

Xue Jing was stunned, and then he realized that he had forgotten the sword.

Damn, he was just pretending to be cool.

He scratched his head and said, "...Yuantai, help me get it, it's on the ring."

When Ning Yuantai heard this, he was shocked and saluted Xue Jing: "I promise to complete the task!"

After that, he ran happily to the contestant channel.

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

Let's not talk about the fact that Ning Yuantai ran to the ring, pulled out the forgotten giant sword, and then carried it on his shoulder and walked around the ring proudly to show off to the audience.

After returning to the lounge, Xue Jing was about to simulate the previous game in his mind to see if Tianyi Wumei had improved.

At this time, the phone vibrated and rang, and a call came in.

He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was from Youqing Amen.

Xue Jing pressed the answer button directly, put the phone to his ear, and said with a smile:

"Wait?"

A quiet and pleasant voice that calmed people's mood came from the receiver:

"I watched the game, and it was played very well."

Xue Jing's fingers were swiping on the table in front of him, and he smiled:

"That's a must, you can't lose face for your boss."

After a pause, he continued: "By the way, boss."

"Is it okay for me to do that to Zhou Yinglin?"

Wu Youqing hummed lightly and said:

"Although the means are a bit cruel, it's okay, as long as the person is not dead, it's okay."

"With me here, even if they want to retaliate, they can only use means within the rules, you don't have to worry."

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

As long as the trouble is directed at him, he is basically fearless.

He has too many ways to save his life at present.

As long as he doesn't use dirty tricks like kidnapping his family and threatening them, Xue Jing is not afraid.

"However, you didn't leave any room for maneuver this time. You have torn your face with Zhou Yinglin. Even if the entanglement with Zhu and the Secret Martial Arts Society is over, it will not be settled well in the future."

Wu Youqing said.

Xue Jing smiled and said nothing.

"Now your strength has been exposed to a considerable extent. The next trouble that comes to your door will not be the same level as Zhou Yinglin. You still have 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 simulation review.

At this time.

"Bang Bang——"

There was a knock on the door outside the lounge.

"Huh?"

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

Outside the door, there was a woman with short hair wearing an OL outfit and holding a microphone, and a man carrying a camera was following her.

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

"Xue Jing, I am Ke Jiaqian who is responsible for the post-match interview. You can just call me Xiao Ke... Is it convenient now?"

"Interview?" Xue Jing glanced at the camera facing him and wanted to refuse.

But after thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Okay, come in."

Then he stepped aside and motioned them to enter the lounge.

Because Xue Jing had basically refused all post-match interviews before, Ke Jiaqian had no hope at all, and just asked with the mentality of trying everything.

But she didn't expect Xue Jing to agree!

She was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red, and she couldn't help but imagine.

Could it be that he has taken a fancy to her...

After the interview, if he wants to..., should he agree or not...

Xue Jing frowned and said, "Why don't you come in?"

"Okay, okay, thank you!"

Ke Jiaqian came to his senses and hurried into the lounge, and the photographer followed excitedly.

After adjusting the camera position, Xue Jing sat down in front of the camera.

Ke Jiaqian sat next to him, extended the microphone to Xue Jing, and coughed dryly.

"Then let's start."

"First of all, congratulations to Xue Jing for winning this game and getting a good start in the quarterfinals."

"I would like to ask Xue Jing, what is your evaluation of the performance of the opponent in this game, Zhou Yinglin?"

This is a question that is a bit deliberately rhythmic, but Xue Jing has always been indifferent.

He smiled and said, "Performance... Does he have such a thing as 'performance'? Does embarrassing himself count?"

Ke Jiaqian coughed dryly: "Well, I see. Then the next question is, I'm very curious. Xue Jing, you just used Zhou Yinglin's signature martial arts 'Perfect Fit' on the ring. How did you do it? Is it a special martial arts similar to 'Xiao Wuxiang Gong'?"

Xue Jing looked at her strangely: "Didn't I say that? I learned it from Zhou Yinglin a few days ago."

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(Dizzy, not enough rest... but the previous chapter had a good response, which led to nervous excitement... It was too torturous.)