I will eventually become a god

Chapter 248 Xue Jing's

"A few days..."

Ke Jiaqian looked hesitant.

"This is 'perfect'... one of the most difficult martial arts schools in the world to master?"

It's not that she doesn't want to believe it, it's just that she really can't believe it.

Zhou Yinglin's talent was already extremely good. As soon as he was born, his natural spiritual energy level was much stronger than that of ordinary people. He was hailed as a child prodigy, and because of this, he was able to become a disciple of the famous 'Gun Sage'.

He practiced "Flawless" for three years, took one year to get started, and another year to reach the state of "Ten Stitches and Hundreds of Threads". It was only in the last year that he entered the explosive period, making rapid progress and reaching the level of "Hundred Stitches and Thousands of Threads".

This speed of progress is astonishing to those who know how difficult it is to achieve a "perfect fit".

And in a few days, he went from scratch to perfect to the point where he could defeat Zhou Yinglin...

If we had to do a hard calculation, wouldn't it mean that his talent is a hundred times stronger than Zhou Yinglin's?

This is impossible. Even Li Taixian, the 'Martial Saint' who is said to have the most extreme natural human martial arts talent, cannot reach this point.

All talents of the human body have diminishing marginal effects, and the closer they are to the limit, the more rare they are.

Zhou Yinglin is already the first level of natural human talent. There are only a handful of people with better talent than him. If someone is a hundred times more talented than him... then in comparison, the gap is wider than the gap between monkeys and normal people. They are already two species. .

There's no way anyone can achieve it...unless it's not a human being.

Xue Jing smiled: "I have already answered it, you should ask other questions."

When Ke Jiaqian heard this, she knew that Xue Jing was either impatient or involved some secrets and didn't want to answer, so she didn't dare to continue asking. She quickly sorted out her mood, raised the microphone and said seriously:

"Then...then the next question...player Xue Jing, you are the only player from the outer ring in this U19 finals. In fact, even if all previous U19 finals are counted, There are only a handful of outer-ring players who can reach the quarterfinals.”

"This data is enough to prove that players from the outer ring have a considerable disadvantage when facing players from the inner ring. How did you reverse this disadvantage...or in other words, do you have any tips or suggestions that you can give to other players from the outer ring? A player?”

After hearing this question, Xue Jing thought for a while and slowly said:

"Reality is not a game. People cannot choose their own starting point."

"Talent, family background, environment, educational resources...these natural differences between people are all real and cannot be smoothed out by factors with such a small impact as 'effort'."

"I can't give you some chicken soup that can only temporarily cheer up your spirits... and talk about nonsense like that you can achieve it if you work hard."

“Because I didn’t get to where I am today through hard work.”

"The only advice I can give is that if you want to move forward, don't look at what others have, but look down at what you have, and then hold on to what you have and keep going."

"If there is nothing else but 'hard work', then you can only work hard. This does not mean that there will be rewards, but you only have this clumsy way to move forward, that's all."

"This is a very difficult fact to accept, but recognizing this may be the first step for you to become stronger..."

Ke Jiaqian and the photographer stared blankly at Xue Jing, who was talking eloquently. It was a bit hard to imagine that the person in front of them was just a seventeen-year-old boy.

These words may not be very profound, but they are definitely not the superficial knowledge that can be learned from textbooks in ivory towers.

It's not inspiring and giving people fantasy, but it's down-to-earth advice...although it may sound a little hard for pretentious people to accept.

"...I see. Thank you very much to player Xue Jing for your speech. I was moved by these words."

Ke Jiaqian said with emotion.

"For you to be able to say such profound words, you must have tried your best and experienced many hardships and difficulties, so you have deep empathy for the broad masses of the people, right?"

she asked, holding up the microphone.

Xue Jing glanced at her strangely and said directly: "No, I just stand and talk without back pain. I have been quite relaxed along the way. I don't know what hard work means. I just become stronger casually."

Ke Jiaqian: "..."

Photographer: "..."

…

The interview lasted for nearly fifteen minutes, and Xue Jing was still the same as the last interview before the start of the game. He kept making explosive remarks and made some explosive remarks that normal Zhuxia people would not say.

When Ke Jiaqian left, she felt very happy and light. I wonder how much bonus she could get for this unexpected successful interview...

The only regret is that before she left, she tried her best to hint something, but Xue Jing didn't respond at all as if she didn't understand anything. In the end, she even said impatiently, "leave as soon as the interview is over" and kicked her out... …

Alas, I feel like I missed a hundred million...

After the interviewer left, the lounge finally became quiet.

Xue Jing sat on the chair, closed her eyes, and sank into a conscious simulation.

The scene was constructed and the arena was completed, and then he himself appeared in it.

After moving her body, Xue Jing thought and formed a figure in front of her.

This time, the person who appeared was not Zhou Yinglin, but himself.

After reaching the level of eighty spears flawlessly, Zhou Yinglin was no longer good enough to undertake the task of sparring with him.

Especially after the official match with Zhou Yinglin, he felt that some of the burden had been lifted from his heart. Coupled with the massive experience increase in [Soldier Attack], he had some newer insights about seamlessness.

The two Xue Jings opened their palms at the same time, and countless small pixels condensed in their hands, turning into nine-foot spears.

"bite--!"

Without saying a word, the two of them moved at the same time, thrusting their spears at each other very quickly, and the spear points pierced each other.

In an instant, a terrifying circular air wave exploded.

"Ding ding ding ding ding -"

The sound of the gold and iron clashing between the spear tip and the spear tip kept ringing. The two were used seamlessly. Every shot exhausted all changes, so every shot hit the most perfect 'point', and the final result was They are all extremely precise tip-to-tip.

Fifty shots later, the feather coat of heaven was woven.

Eighty shots later, Xue Jing was already at the extreme level she had reached before the competition, but she still didn't stop.

Eighty-five shots...

Ninety shots...

It wasn't until the ninety-fifth shot that the two Xue Jings froze and stopped.

At this time, the phantom of the Heavenly Feather Clothes woven by the two of them had solidified to the point of being almost substantial, with only a slight sense of transparency.

"After playing a game, I actually improved fifteen shots at once..."

Xue Jing said to himself.

The further back the seamlessness goes, the more guns there are, and the more difficult it is to improve.

He was able to achieve such a rapid increase in realm in a short period of time, which was achieved through countless extreme trainings regardless of life and death.

The progress brought about by hammering Zhou Yinglin once was enough to make him die thousands of times in consciousness simulation.

"With my current level of perfection, if I were to spar with 'Zhou Yinglin', he would no longer be able to put pressure on me to die. I'm afraid my progress would be much slower than before, so I have to find other ways..."

"We are about to reach the realm of 'hundred needles and thousand threads' of a hundred spears. I have a hunch..."

Xue Jing's eyes showed clear understanding.

For him, perfection is more than just a marksmanship.

The profound martial arts theories contained in it, as well as all kinds of fantastic ideas and power routes, brought him countless inspirations and gains in "soldier attack" during the practice process.

The deeper he goes into practice, the more it becomes like this, as if it is an inexhaustible treasure. Every change in his realm will bring him deeper knowledge of martial arts.

He has already felt that the sublimation of [Bing Strike] is right in front of him.

The accumulation has reached a critical point. As long as this critical point is exceeded, the sublimation conditions of [Soldier Strike] will be met.

And that critical point should be ‘a hundred needles and a thousand threads’.

The moment the realm is reached, it is the time when the attack is sublimated.

…

Skyscraper Center, 1049th floor, Xu's Biological Company.

In the operating room decorated in a futuristic sci-fi style, Xu Mu De was wearing surgical clothes, a surgical cap and a glove mask, looking at the man lying on the large operating table in front of him.

"Young Master Zhou, you are really embarrassed. You were beaten like this by that kid from the outer ring."

He said with a smile.

A doctor was standing in front of the operating table, holding various surgical tools. Eight octopus-like flexible mechanical tentacles extended from the spine behind him. They were swinging and sewing on Zhou Yinglin's body.

Ears, arms, collarbones...all the parts that were torn apart by Xue Jing were neatly placed on the table next to them, and were being installed and mended back together.

Zhou Yinglin opened his eyes and did not fall into a coma. He did not even take anesthesia. He just stared at the ceiling with gloomy eyes, enduring the pain of directly repairing the physical nerves.

He gritted his teeth and endured the extreme pain, having no intention of responding to Xu Mude's words.

Bored, Xu Mude opened the silver bracelet on his hand and started surfing the Internet.

"[The first shock wave in the history of U19 (play a few blows), he won the championship before the game even started, but was physically crushed in the quarterfinals, so happy]"

"[The reckoning time has come, Zhou Xiaozi is frantically deleting previous comments. If you see any fish that slipped through the net, please post them below @我Stupidou Doudou...]"

"[Zhou Xiaoji is now a real chicken, with his wings broken. The fake has faced the real eagle, and his true form has been revealed...]"

He began to read aloud the comments after the reversal of online public opinion to Zhou Yinglin, his tone was relaxed and ridiculing.

Zhou Yinglin didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but after listening to it, he couldn't help it and turned to glare at him.

As a result, the doctor immediately scolded:

"Don't move! Your ears are sewn in the wrong position!"

Zhou Yinglin groaned bitterly and straightened his head.

"Hahahaha, you must have been scolded by Divine Doctor Zhang." Xu Mude laughed.

Doctor Zhang turned to look at him and said, "Don't irritate the patient with your words."

"Yes yes yes."

A few hours later, the operation was completed, and Zhou Yinglin, who was originally in tatters, was sewn into a complete human form, with tiny traces of sutures everywhere on his body.

Doctor Zhang held a glass medicine bottle filled with dark green luminous liquid and said, "You have to think clearly, although this thing can quickly recover your injuries, it is not a magic medicine for the flesh and bones of the living dead. It is a powerful poison that overdraws your life potential and will shorten your life span.”

Zhou Yinglin's sharp eagle eyes were filled with hatred that could not tolerate anything else: "There is nothing to consider, just use it quickly!"

‘Xue Jing… the matter is not over yet! ’

…

After the quarterfinals, the next day was a rest day.

In the villa of Zhige Base, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the rooftop, closed his eyes, motionless, and his breathing was extremely subtle and long.

He had been sitting here all night.

In the consciousness space, the two Xue Jings held nine-foot spears and kept using them against each other, and the sound of metal clashing was endless.

But no matter how many times, no matter how hard they tried, they would stop at the 99th shot every time and could not stab the 100th shot.

However, Xue Jing did not feel the slightest bit of irritability or urgency, but just buried his head and continued to practice, entering a state of selflessness similar to flow.

Gradually, he instinctively began to adjust the rhythm of each shot.

That's right, it's not a skill, the seamless skill itself is perfect and there is no room for adjustment, but a more mysterious "rhythm".

Every time he used it completely, the rhythm of his shot would improve a little, closer to a certain "truth of heaven and earth".

It was as if following some invisible gaps in the void, making the gun shot more and more silky and smooth.

After an unknown amount of time, when the two Xue Jings in the consciousness space shot out the 99th gun at the same time, they suddenly paused, exploded together, and turned into countless small pixels.

Xue Jing in reality suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

He picked up the nine-foot alloy spear standing beside him, and shot forward with a perfect shot as if a god was in his body.

Then, it was the second shot, the third shot... faster and faster, faster and faster, in less than a few seconds, he shot forward 99 times.

At this time, he paused for a moment, and then the spear in his hand suddenly burst out!

The 100th shot - a hundred needles and a thousand threads!

A spear-shaped sharp energy broke away from the tip of the spear in his hand and moved forward, piercing the alloy dummy fist pile and everything along the way, stretching forward for hundreds of meters.

A solid sky feather robe that was indistinguishable from a real thing fluttered in the wind on the tip of Xue Jing's spear, extremely gorgeous.

"A hundred stitches... it's done."

Xue Jing whispered, retracted his spear, opened the panel and looked.

[Detected sublimable skills: Weapon attack]

[Sublimation conditions:

First, ? ? ? ? ? (Already met)

Second, the level reaches Lv10 (Already met)

Third, the required divinity: 1000]

[Conditions have been met, do you want to spend 1000 divinity to sublimate? ]

Xue Jing exhaled lightly.

Finally...

He clicked sublimation without hesitation.