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Yuancheng B9 area, super arena.
This is a comprehensive competitive stadium covering an extremely large area and accommodating more than 200,000 spectators. It is one of the landmark buildings of Yuancheng.
This open-air arena without a ceiling looks like a huge bowl when viewed from the air.
Under the midday sun, a layer of light blue transparent light film that is almost invisible to the naked eye wraps the entire "bowl".
In the square outside the arena gate, tens of thousands of people were standing like ants, densely filling the entire square.
Although the crowd continued to enter at a very fast pace, new people would immediately come in from outside and the congestion continued.
"Hmm? So lively."
Xue Jing glanced through the car window at the crowd in the square that could give people claustrophobia, and spoke.
“The U19 is held in a different metropolitan area every year, and the fifth metropolitan area hasn’t been drawn in about seven or eight years.”
Ning Yuantai explained while driving.
"Although people in the inner ring usually have a lot of entertainment, the enthusiasm for this long-awaited competition is still very high. In addition, there are several unexpected star players participating, which leads to quite good ticket sales. I heard that 200,000 tickets were almost sold out."
Upon hearing this, Xue Jing casually asked, "Star players? Who are they?"
Ning Yuantai thought for a moment and said, "Like Wei Junwu from Fengti School, Yujia Linglu from the Far East, Song Nanxing from Tiandong School..."
"The most important one is Zhou Yinglin, the disciple of the 'Eternal Lord of Arms' Wu Xuanzhu."
"You have been living in the outer ring, so you may not know much about this person. He is very famous in the first metropolitan area. He is very popular and has an incredible number of fans."
"This time, there were nearly 200,000 votes. I estimate that 30,000 to 50,000 people came specifically for him."
Xue Jing nodded and said, "I see."
Ning Yuantai then winked and said, "In addition, there should be many people who come here specifically to see you, Brother Xue."
Xue Jing asked doubtfully: "Oh?"
"That's right. Although the inner ring basically uses the super network, which is seriously isolated from the old network, so you don't have a good reputation in the inner ring... But you still have your 'in-laws'."
"In the past two days, the number of people coming to Yuancheng from the Outer Ring has increased by several thousand compared to usual. I estimate that a considerable number of them are your fans."
The two chatted as the car slowly drove into the parking lot and stopped in the parking space.
After the engine was turned off, the rear door opened and Xue Jing stepped out.
While waiting for Ning Yuantai to get off the car, he looked at the light blue light film above the arena, wondering what its function was.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"Brother, do you want to sell this cat?"
As he spoke, one hand reached out to the cat on Xue Jing's shoulder.
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(Let me tell you something. There’s a ‘limited free’ sign on the books now. Actually, it’s not limited free. It’s the sign of the Qidian summer event blind box library. It seems that if you sign in on the event page for ten days or something, you can draw one of the books and read it for ten days for free (even if you draw it, you can’t read the chapters released within 48 hours)… Everyone’s money is not wasted, it’s just that the UI design is a bit misleading)
Chapter 227 You don’t know you are wrong, you know you are going to die, a collision with Zhou Yinglin (4K)
Hearing this, Xue Jing turned his head slightly and glanced back out of the corner of his eye.
Just then he saw a bony hand reaching out to the cat sitting on his shoulder.
“Shua—”
Xue Jing did not take any action, so the cat let out a light click, and its front paws ejected its silver-white snake-killing sharp claws, which flashed past.
"ah!"
The visitor cried out in pain, and four deep bloody marks appeared on the back of his hand. In severe pain, he involuntarily withdrew his hand.
Maomao shook its paws to wipe off the blood on the Snake Killer, turned around and looked at this very rude person.
He was a young man of medium build with short white hair. He could be considered handsome, but his nose was too straight and one could vaguely see some signs of plastic surgery.
At this moment, he was covering his bleeding hand, half squatting on the ground, grimacing as if in pain.
"Xiao Chao! Are you okay? Use your strength to stop the bleeding. I taught you that!"
"Be careful, who knows what bacteria or viruses there might be... Let's go to the hospital first!"
Not far behind the man stood a dozen of his companions. Two young people, a man and a woman, immediately came over and supported the man, speaking with concern when they saw what was happening.
Maomao looked down at the group of people, snorted, turned around and ignored them.
Xue Jing didn't care about this little episode. Mao Mao had already taught him a lesson anyway. For him, this little thing was not even worth his concern. He didn't even look back at the group of people. He just raised his foot and walked towards Ning Yuantai who had already got out of the cab not far away.
However, he had no intention of looking for trouble, but trouble had no intention of letting him go.
A tall, burly man with broad shoulders and curly hair approached Xue Jing quickly and said in a calm tone:
"Friend, aren't you going to apologize?"
As he said this, he reached out and pressed Xue Jing's shoulder, trying to stop him from moving forward.
"… "
When Xue Jing heard this, he stopped in his tracks.
He raised his left hand and grasped the wrist of the curly-haired man that was reaching out to him.
The grabbing action was not fast, and the curly-haired man originally wanted to dodge, but for some reason, although Xue Jing had his back to him, it was as if he had eyes on his back, and his palm followed him like a shadow. His wrist made three or four evasive movements in succession but could not get rid of it, and was finally caught by Xue Jing.
"Huh?" The curly-haired man was stunned, then he realized something was wrong.
This person in front of me looks ordinary and inconspicuous like a stone on the roadside. It seems that he is a martial artist
How could it be... Anyone who has achieved some success in martial arts will have a spirit that ordinary people do not have.
Especially young people, who are very proud of their success in martial arts, want to let the whole world know that they are not ordinary people. In this way, their temperament will naturally change, which cannot be restrained just by wanting to.
But this guy...
"You, what did you just say?"
Xue Jing grabbed his wrist, slowly turned around, looked at the curly-haired man, and asked curiously.
"I don't think I heard it very clearly, why don't you say it again?"
The curly-haired man moved his lips and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a tightness in his wrist.
Then it became tighter and tighter, my skin started to feel numb, and then turned into pain, the pain becoming more and more intense.
His expression changed and he exerted his strength, trying to pull his wrist free.
However, the hand that was holding his wrist was like a mechanical claw made of steel alloy. No matter how hard he tried, it didn't move at all. He couldn't free his wrist at all, and there was not even a millimeter of trembling.
“How is it possible!?”
The curly-haired man's eyes widened.
The strength of his grip gradually increased, his wrist began to become swollen, the skin turned purple, and the bones made a creaking sound under the heavy burden, like a cry of grief.
“Snap—”
The skin on his wrist was pinched and burst, blood oozing out. In severe pain, the curly-haired man looked ruthless, raised his right hand, and punched Xue Jing in the head.
Xue Jing shook his head slightly, and turned the hand that was holding the other person's wrist slightly. An extremely powerful force flowed directly into the other person's body along the wrist, locking the key force points of the curly-haired man's muscles all over his body.
The fist suddenly stopped, staying twenty centimeters in front of Xue Jing, motionless.
At this time, the group of people also noticed something was wrong here. Seeing their companion suddenly take action and then suddenly stop, they all walked over.
"Brother Xiong, what's going on?"
"Brother Xiong, why is your hand bleeding... Hiss, what a serious injury!"
"Boy, let go!"
"Let go of Brother Xiong!"
More than a dozen people were horrified and shouted at the same time.
Xue Jing ignored the noise around him and continued to exert force with his palms. The curly-haired man's wrist bones broke with a crackling sound.
"Why are you silent? Don't you want to talk?" Xue Jing asked curiously.
The curly-haired man's expression gradually twisted in severe pain. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
He couldn't use any strength in his whole body, including the muscles in his mouth. He couldn't even shout out, and he groaned inwardly.
"Damn it, I've run into a tough guy, and Junior Brother Song isn't here..."
The sound of bone cracking continued to grow louder, and under Xue Jing's grip, the curly-haired man's wrist was soon pinched to the size of a sugarcane. The broken bone spurs pierced through the skin, exploding into a 'bone flower'.
“Ahhhh!!”
The curly-haired man screamed and wailed, then knelt down, holding his broken left hand with his trembling right hand, his expression twisted beyond recognition in agony.
"Oh? I thought I was hallucinating what I just heard. It turns out you are not mute."
Xue Jing looked down at him and spoke calmly.
"Then the question is, why do you want me to apologize?"
His voice was not loud, but rather soft, even a little gentle, as if he was chatting with his family at home.
But this small sound was not at all covered up by the screams of the curly-haired man, and it was clearly heard by everyone present.
The people who were originally noisy suddenly felt a chill in their hearts and looked at Xue Jing in silence. For a moment, the scene seemed very "silent" except for the screams of the curly-haired man.
"Have I ever done anything I need to apologize for? Huh?"
Xue Jing spoke softly, stretched out his palm, placed it on the curly-haired man's head, and pressed down hard.
"puff-"
The curly-haired man was like a nail, pressed into the concrete floor by Xue Jing, with only his head sticking out.
"You don't want to tell me, right? Then it's my turn." Xue Jing said calmly.
The curly-haired man vomited blood and his face twitched.
Xue Jing stepped on what was left of his head and looked down at him condescendingly.
"Apologize."
"What...what?" The curly-haired man was groggy and spoke in confusion when he heard Xue Jing's words.
"Apologize to me." Xue Jing said slowly.
"ah?"
The man looked confused.
He's like this now, why should he apologize
"Why ..."
Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly felt the foot above his head begin to exert force, and he quickly changed his words:
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I was wrong, really!"
Xue Jing sneered.
"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."
The man's face flushed red, and he felt very aggrieved... Then why did you ask me to apologize
Xue Jing exerted force with his feet, and with a "plop" sound, he pressed the remaining head of the man into the ground.
"If apologies were useful, why would we learn martial arts?"
After saying this, Xue Jing turned and left.
This time, no one dared to stop him. The dozen or so people present looked at his back in silence, looking at each other with lingering fear.
After he left, everyone worked together to find a way to dig the curly-haired man out.
"Brother Xiong, what should we do?"
The curly-haired man collapsed to the ground, his wrists drooping and broken beyond recognition, with an obvious indentation of a shoe print on his head.