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)_2
At that moment, a figure slowly emerged from the corridor behind him and walked up to his side.
Xue Jing slightly turned his head and saw a young man whose face was calm and composed, someone he did not recognize.
“Xue Jing…”
The young man spoke in a flat tone.
“Who are you?” Xue Jing asked, puzzled.
The young man’s expression did not change as he calmly said, “You really don’t recognize me, huh… Well, it doesn’t matter, I am Song Nanxing from the Celestial Movement Sect.”
Xue Jing thought for a moment, suspecting it could be a side effect of the ‘Proof of Love,’ he still had no memory of that name and shook his head, saying,
“Sorry, never heard of it…”
Song Nanxing’s expression still unchanged, “No matter, now you know… Do you remember the incident at the entrance of the Super Arena a few days ago when you first came to compete?”
A few days ago?
Xue Jing thought for a while before recalling there had been a few people who wanted to buy his Miao Miao, and because they were impolite, he had pushed them into the ground.
He smiled and said, “What, are you their big shot, trying to stand up for them?”
Song Nanxing shook his head, “I have already forced the truth about that incident, it was their fault, I have no reason to stand up for them.”
Seeing his reasonable nature, Xue Jing asked in confusion, “Then why are you looking for me?”
Song Nanxing slowly said, “I want to spar with you once… After today’s match, can we schedule a time?”
Xue Jing did not agree but merely said, “Can’t we fight on the stage? You seem quite capable; we might have a chance to fight in the quarterfinals.”
Song Nanxing shook his head and said calmly, “Once the quarterfinals begin, it’s likely you’ll be up against Zhou Yinglin right away, and after that, you may not get the chance to fight with me anymore.”
Xue Jing smiled, said nothing more.
Song Nanxing continued, “Let’s schedule it, it’ll be beneficial for you, I’ve fought Zhou Yinglin many times and can provide you with much-needed advice on what to look out for…”
Xue Jing shook his head, sighed, and said, “Song…”
He paused, forgetting this man’s name, and continued, “Little Song, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”
Little Song… Hearing this very familiar address, which reminded him of Wei Junwu who also casually called him Old Song, felt somewhat odd.
“You guys might think Zhou Yinglin is very strong, always studying how to defeat him, treating him like a big BOSS that requires a proper strategy to overcome.”
“But, I am not like you.”
Xue Jing gave him a glance, his tone calm.
Meanwhile, the enthusiastic voice of the commentator came from outside.
“…Let us welcome with applause—Competitor Xue Jing!”
As Xue Jing walked towards the competitor’s tunnel, without turning back, he said,
“To me, he’s not someone I need to carefully study; in my eyes, he and you are the same.”
“—Just weeds in my path that need to be casually pulled out.”
“…” Watching Xue Jing’s receding figure, Song Nanxing stood there, shaking his head.
“Pretentious arrogance… or does he truly believe that?”
“Well, let me witness it then.”
Song Nanxing turned and slowly walked away.
…
“Shh—!!!”
As Xue Jing stepped out from the competitors’ tunnel, he was greeted with applause and cheers, but also a noticeably strong chorus of boos.
This was his first time receiving such treatment, and he found it rather novel.
Although ever since Zhou Yinglin expressed a desire to kill him in the ring, the internet had been flooded with people mocking him as unworthy, he had not expected these voices to become so prevalent offline.
“Hick from the Outer Ring, go back to the Outer Ring!”
“Who gave you the face to compare yourself with Zhou Yinglin?”
As fans of Zhou Yinglin shouted insults, Xue Jing shook his head, stepped onto the ring, and his Spiritual Aura exploded without any restraint.
“Phew—!”
A visible ring of wind spread from him at the center, sweeping across the entire Super Arena in no time, silencing all spectators, whether they were cheering or booing.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
Across from Xue Jing, a long-haired young man dressed in a white martial arts uniform also felt this overpowering spiritual pressure, causing his body to tremble involuntarily as he put on a serious face and instinctively took up a defensive boxing stance.
The commentator’s voice rose in the silent venue, sounding somewhat awkward, “Uh… let’s take a look at Competitor Xue Jing’s hexagonal data chart.”
“Attack 10, Speed 10, Defense 10, Skill 10, Heart 10, Wisdom 10… After the exciting match with Yin Muhu, Competitor Xue Jing’s complete data has finally been collected.”
“Without a doubt, it’s a perfect score of 10, a perfect hexagon!”
“This is data that, like Competitor Zhou Yinglin, surpasses that expected of his age!”
At these words, many spectators looked displeased and opened their mouths, but faced with the imposing young man on the stage, a sense of primal fear stifled their voices.
For a moment, no one dared to voice any objections.
“With his own power, suppressing two hundred thousand people with his aura…”
“Just what level has his spiritual strength reached?”
Competitors in the spectator zone showed expressions of amazement.
“…Well, both competitors are in position, let us now start witnessing this exciting match.”
The commentator also seemed to be affected, his voice strained and difficult.
The referee stepped forward, unconsciously positioning himself further from Xue Jing and closer to Dai Zongnian, shaking as he waved a hand between the two competitors.
“The match… begins…”
After speaking, he ran off like a startled rabbit, fleeing at full speed.
A pale blue light membrane emerged, enveloping the entire big arena, also isolating Xue Jing’s mysterious aura.
It was then that the audience finally freed themselves from the oppressive feeling, heaving a sigh of relief.
But even without Xue Jing’s suppression, most people, after such an ordeal, no longer dared to boo or heckle.
In the arena, Dai Zongnian assumed the “Blue Crane School” boxing stance and looked at Xue Jing seriously,
“Please guide me…”
Xue Jing glanced at him and replied softly, “Hmm, please guide me.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Xue Jing disappeared from his place.
Dai Zongnian’s eyes narrowed.
It was straight ahead… good, he’s fast, but I can keep up, I can react!
He swept his palms forward, his posture like a crane spreading its wings, with powerful force rippling the air and creating ripples.
“Blue Crane School…”
Before he could finish, an arm flickering with colorful flames, sharp as a blade, reached close to him.
Dai Zongnian’s outstretched hands were like mantis limbs before the wheel of a car.
Snap, without any obstruction, they were repelled, his fingers, wrists, and forearms twisted unnaturally, emitting a chilling sound of breaking bones.
The blade-like elbow continued without pause, striking his collarbone area.
“Puh—!”
As if bitten by some enormous beast, a large chunk of flesh from Dai Zongnian’s neck and chest vanished instantly, and he was hurled forward, crashing violently into the pale blue repulsion membrane, creating large, wave-like ripples.
And he was completely knocked out.
Before anyone could react, the match had ended instantly.
In the silence, everyone watched the young man slowly walking back toward the competitor’s tunnel, speechless.
Some spectators, hurrying with snacks and drinks to their seats, asked their friends sitting nearby,
“Has it started? How’s it going?”
Their friends paused for a moment, then hesitated, “No… it seems it’s already over.”
“Ah?”
“The outcome has been decided!!”
“The match had just begun, and Competitor Xue Jing, with lightning speed, instantly defeated Competitor Dai Zongnian!”
“Without a doubt, this is… the fastest match of this U19 tournament!”
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