I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly - Chapter 239 Aura Suppresses 200,000 Spectators, Has the Match Started? No, It's Already Over (4K)
Xue Jing released Yin Muhu’s hand and retrieved the Dragon Cherry Seed.
He briefly checked the consumption status of his Life Fire within his body and found that it was less than one percent; he didn’t feel a thing.
With his recovery speed, he would soon be fully restored.
Jiang Siwei looked at Yin Muhu, whose complexion had suddenly become rosy, with a surprised expression.
“What’s… what’s going on?”
Xue Jing smiled, “Just think of it as a special kind of Martial Arts Technique.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Muhu, his eyebrows lifting:
“Hmm? Shady Girl, have you gotten more muscular?”
Yin Muhu, whose injuries had nearly healed under the transfusion of Xue Jing’s Life Force, seemed to have grown slightly larger in stature.
The Martial Arts Uniform that had fit very well was now a bit tight.
Yin Muhu nodded and said happily, “The injuries have healed, and now I can gradually get my physique back!”
Jiang Siwei said regretfully, “Ah, that’s such a waste; Little Yin looks so good now…”
Yin Muhu clenched a fist, “What’s the use of looking good? I’m not in show business. As a Martial Artist, we need to speak with our fists. How can you have strength when you’re as skinny as a stick?”
Xue Jing chuckled, “I think the robust Shady Girl is also quite good, there’s a beauty in strength.”
Upon hearing Xue Jing’s approval, Yin Muhu said happily, “Xue understands!”
Jiang Siwei shook her head, “I really don’t understand you Martial Artists…”
Xue Jing casually asked, “By the way, when is my match today?”
Jiang Siwei checked the documents on the table and replied:
“You’re player number 1, going on in the first match against player number 4, Dai Zongnian, the winner from top 32 to top 16… There’s about an hour and a half until the match starts.”
Xue Jing nodded and asked, “How is this Dai Zongnian, anything noteworthy?”
Jiang Siwei flipped through the documents in her hand for a few more pages, pondered for a moment, and said:
“Considering your strength, Little Jing, he’s not an opponent worth noting. If I have to mention one noteworthy point, it is only that… he’s a disciple of ‘Martial Saint’ Li Taixian.”
Xue Jing’s eyebrows raised, “Oh?”
Martial Saint Li Taixian, he had seen this name in the ‘Proof of Love’ records; it was a person who got tagged by the ‘Proof of Love’ two generations ago.
Just a few days ago, when he had arrived in Yuan City at the Zhige Base to test his Physical Power Level, Ning Yuantai had also mentioned this person briefly.
It’s said that he had a physique, with all channels unobstructed from birth, akin to the Innate Taoist Body found in fantasy novels, and his talent was termed as the ultimate pinnacle among natural humans.
Three years ago, he successfully won the ‘Martial Saint’ title five times in a row and earned the title of ‘Eternal Martial Saint.’
He could be called one of the strongest Martial Artists of the present era.
His disciple should be about on par with Zhou Yinglin, a disciple of the Eternal Warlord, right?
Yin Muhu then spoke:
“Although he’s said to be a disciple of the Martial Saint, it doesn’t really hold much substance.”
She thought for a while and said in a tactful tone, “The Martial Saint is a powerful Martial Artist… but it’s hard to say he’s a good teacher, yet he still likes to take disciples. Nowadays, there are at least a thousand if not eight hundred people carrying the name of Martial Saint’s disciple around.”
Jiang Siwei also spoke, “Martial Saint Li Taixian originally comes from a virtually unknown little school called ‘Blue Crane School,’ which hasn’t produced any notable masters in the past, except for a founder who was a Grandmaster who leapt through the Dragon Gate.”
“However, the Martial Saint’s talent is too terrifying, he miraculously turned decay into a marvel, bringing this minor school’s Martial Arts to the stage it’s at today.”
“Now the disciples he takes are also practicing ‘Blue Crane School’… but as you can imagine, not everyone in this world possesses the Martial Saint’s talent, plus his teaching methods…”
Pausing for a moment, Jiang Siwei said tactfully:
“…are very experiential, based solely on his own practice method, and the results are what they are.”
“Many of Martial Saint’s disciples have publicly complained about these issues, stating that they were misled by the Martial Saint…”
“This Dai Zongnian is actually quite outstanding among Martial Saint’s disciples, having made it to the U19 finals and even into the top sixteen, but still, he can’t compare with the likes of Zhou Yinglin, who was meticulously taught by the direct disciple of the Gun Saint.”
Yin Muhu shook her head and said:
“Actually, the kind of disciple Martial Saint should have taken should be someone like Xue, whose talent equals his own; otherwise, it’s just misleading the students. If Dai Zongnian could have been taken under the wing of another top-level Martial Artist for meticulous grooming, he might actually have a shot at competing against Zhou Yinglin.”
Xue Jing nodded, “I see.”
…
“Good afternoon to our audience friends, and welcome to the U19 No-limit Elite Fighting Tournament Yuan City Finals, I am your commentator Tao Xingshou!”
“After two days of rest, we are coming to the top sixteen of the finals, featuring eight exciting matches!”
“This final could be said to be the highest quality one in recent years, and as you can see, the audience here is also very eagerly looking forward to it…”
The continuous voice of the commentator echoed throughout the entire Super Arena.
Perhaps due to certain circumstances, the popularity of this U19 had continuously risen, and the Super Arena, able to accommodate over two hundred thousand spectators, was nearly at full capacity, with seats almost fully occupied and rarely any empty ones seen.
After a series of introductions and thanking the sponsors along with various advertising speeches, the commentator said with rising enthusiasm:
“So without further delay, let’s get the match started, please welcome the players for the first contest to enter the arena!”
“First up, please welcome—contestant Dai Zongnian!”
…
Backstage, Xue Jing stood not far from the player’s entrance, waiting to enter.
