This was an attack that was almost impossible to defend against, and Xue Jing had no good countermeasures. Instead, he simply summoned up his own strength and forcibly blocked the countless steel needles.
But in doing so, his consumption far exceeded that of Yin Muhu.
"If that's the case..." Xue Jing thought for a moment and began to change his fighting style.
He no longer competed with Yin Muhu in the skill of applying strength, in which Vajra Ruyi Hand was professional. Although Xue Jing possessed the [True Martial Body] and his adaptability in applying strength was not inferior to that of Vajra Ruyi Hand, he had not honed his skills in this area.
With a sweep of his right arm, Yin Muhu was swept away, and colorful flames burned all over Xue Jing's body.
"call out!"
The battle was already taking place at super high speed, and the speed soared to another level!
Although Yin Muhu had seen Xue Jing's 'Flame Colors' move before and had been mentally prepared and on guard at all times, she was still shocked when she really faced this move.
There was no time to react at all... or rather, even if I did react, it would be useless because my body couldn't keep up with the speed.
"puff-"
The flame flashed across, and a heavy pain came from the abdomen. Yin Muhu shot into the distance like an arrow from a bow.
She crashed into the layer of light film above the ring, creating ripples and then stopped.
"Repulsive membrane..."
Before her body recovered from the impact, the colorful flames pulled her in front of her again.
"The Four Heavenly Guardians of the World: Pi Liuli!"
A divine light flashed in Yin Muhu's eyes, and a golden aura surged all over his body.
"Huh?" Xue Jing suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. Without hesitation, he immediately gave up his original plan and went all out.
The skin, flesh, bones and blood circulate synchronously, and the strongest attack of Hidden Dragon Style is launched immediately.
"Secret: Point the Eye!"
"roar!!"
The deafening sound of the dragon's roar resounded throughout the venue. All the audience members felt their whole bodies go numb and froze in place, unable to even move their eyeballs.
The blow that pierced through everything hit Yin Muhu. The golden energy beam of light moved forward with almost no obstacles. A spiral hole the size of a fist was pierced through her slender waist.
The "eye-catching" did not stop, and continued to hit the "repulsive membrane" behind her. Huge ripples like tides spread out and spread over the entire light membrane.
But the light film remained strong and was not broken.
Yin Muhu opened his mouth and vomited a ball of crystal clear blood, and his body slowly slid down.
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Chapter 231: The Secret of the Giant Sword Jingzhe, You Did Your Best, the Sound of Your Heart Beating (4K)
Yin Muhu slid down and squatted on the ground, leaning his back against the repulsive membrane that was constantly rippling. He reached out and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"The secret of Hidden Dragon Style... it lives up to its reputation."
Xue Jing did a backflip in the air and landed on the ground. He looked at Yin Muhu and was relieved to see that she was in good spirits.
He was really worried that he might accidentally kill Yin Muhu.
"Sister Yin, how are you doing? Can you still hold on?"
Xue Jing spoke softly.
"What are you talking about, Brother Xue." Yin Muhu raised the corners of her mouth with an excited smile that was totally inconsistent with her appearance as a beautiful girl at the moment, "Isn't this just the beginning?"
That is the smile of a warrior.
That’s right, at this moment, she can be called—Sailor Moon! (X
Although there was a hole in her stomach, the golden aura burning all over her body did not diminish at all, perhaps because of the 'Vajra Freedom and Self-nature'.
Yin Muhu stood up, and the muscles in his abdomen squirmed. The spiral wound on his abdomen actually rotated and slowly closed together, forcibly closing itself and stopping the bleeding.
She walked slowly to the edge of the arena with her long, toned legs.
There were three full rows of weapon racks.
Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, spears, clubs... Not only the traditional cold weapons of the Chinese, but also foreign ones, such as the Western-style broadsword, the eagle-wing axe, the rhino-horn sickle, the flame-shaped sword, the seven-branched knife...
There's even an Aztec 'maquahuit' (obsidian saw sword).
This is the weapon provided by the U19 organizers to the contestants.
Due to its unrestricted rules, U19 allows participants to bring their own weapons, but it is inevitable that some participants do not bring their own weapons for various reasons.
For example, some people are so confident that they can fight with bare hands, but they regret it when they see their opponent holding a knife.
Therefore, in the U19 arena, there are always many weapons available for players to use... Of course, few people will actually use them.
After all, the quality of these weapons can only be described as satisfactory.
"Brother Xue, I've already lost in the fist-and-kick competition, so let's compete with weapons next."
Yin Muhu pulled out an alloy stick from the weapon rack, with a hint of seriousness on his pretty face.
Comparing weapons... She knew this was definitely not a good idea.
Xue Jing attacked three times in the Fengcheng elimination round, using a knife twice. He even possessed a rather outrageous knife technique that was terrifyingly powerful.
Everyone who had seen him compete knew that he was by no means a fist-and-kick fighter who was better with bare hands than with weapons, but a weapons master who also had profound knowledge of the art of blades.
Yin Muhu turned his eyes and glanced at the old giant sword standing in the center of the arena.
This kind of heavyweight weapon, which is obviously extremely terrifying at first glance, if it were to be wielded by a warrior as powerful as Xue Jing... the thought of it makes my scalp tingle.
According to common sense, the best option now is to just fight with Xue Jing, and try not to let him remember that he brought a weapon with him...
However, after the battle just now, Yin Muhu has fully understood how big the gap is between himself and Xue Jing.
Even though he used the self-sacrificing skill of 'Self-Form', which increased his combat power several times, when facing Xue Jing, it was still like facing an unfathomable abyss, and he could not find the opponent's upper limit at all.
In terms of pure fist and kick fighting, she definitely can't win.
In this case, I should just follow my original idea and give it my all without any regrets.
Faced with this request, Xue Jing had no objection.
He nodded, walked to the Forgotten Greatsword, stretched out his right hand, and grasped the hilt.
The old and ancient sword exudes an inexplicable and unpredictable majesty, like an old general in his twilight years, with his remaining power still lingering.
"Faced with Yin Muhu's suggestion, Xue Jing took up his weapon!"
The passionate voice of the commentator rang out in the venue.
"According to the data measured before the game, this is a terrifying giant sword weighing a full 2,212 kilograms. For ordinary martial artists, it is quite difficult to even lift it, let alone use it as a weapon..."
"This is a terrifying weapon that looks like it was designed to fight some giant creature. It's hard to imagine how a fragile human body can withstand a blow of this weight. This performance is completely excessive!"
Backstage at the Super Arena, the U19 general manager’s office.
Zhou Yinglin sat in the boss chair, with his elbows resting on the armrests on both sides, his palms together, looking at the live broadcast of the game in front of him.
When he saw Xue Jing reaching out to grasp the giant sword and heard the commentator's introduction to the weight of the weapon, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.
"Is it a coincidence... or is it intentional?"
His sharp hawk-like eyes revealed a look of thought and doubt.
"The only flaw in 'Perfect' that is not a flaw... How could this country bumpkin from the outer ring know about it?"
"Is there someone with great power guiding him?"
Zhou Yinglin thought for a while and then shook his head.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter. It's useless even if he knows. He can't do that kind of trick."
Zhou Yinglin said to himself.
On the ring, Xue Jing slowly pulled out the old giant sword.
The two-meter-three-meter-long sword body was so huge that it covered Xue Jing's entire body.
“Clang—”
As the giant sword was pulled out, there was a crisp sound and a stream of air suddenly spread out.
A terrifying feeling of oppression emanated from Xue Jing's entire body.
He held the huge sword in one hand and danced it in the air, making a dull whirring sound. Then he pointed the tip of the sword at Yin Muhu and spoke softly:
"Yin sister, are you ready?"
Yin Muhu's eyes widened slightly and he murmured:
"This is no joke."
She swallowed and also danced with the stick, assuming a stance.
The golden flames were still blazing, and the accumulation of the 'self-image' was still abundant, so she could fight for a long time... But this did not give her any sense of security.
Yin Muhu felt numb all over as if she was pricked by countless needles... That was the martial artist's keen physical instinct reminding her.
Dangerous, very dangerous, extremely dangerous.
The danger of dying in an instant if you are not careful.
Instinct was urging her on like crazy.
Run away, run away quickly.
Regardless of everything, get away from that man immediately.
If she were an animal without the ability to think, she would have run away for an unknown distance by now, driven by instinct.
“But the most crucial difference between humans and animals is the courage to take a step forward in the face of fear.”
"This step is called courage."
A determined look appeared on Yin Muhu's beautiful face, and he raised his foot and slowly moved forward.
One step, two steps...
The audience at the scene couldn't help but hold their breath as they watched the thin female warrior slowly but firmly approach the terrifying demon king.
"The Four Guardians of the World - Doraza!"
Yin Muhu waved the stick in his hand, his aura became more and more fierce, and red and gold colors appeared in his pupils.
"The Four Guardians of the World - Bishamon!"
"The Four Heavenly Guardians of the World: Pi Liuli!"
As the killing move was unleashed, strange phenomena began to appear on Yin Muhu's body.
"Vajra Free, Heavenly King Appearance!"
The golden aura wrapped around Yin Muhu suddenly took shape and turned into a ten-meter-tall statue of a king wearing armor, with a ferocious face and six arms.
This was a bizarre scene like the "Dharma Image" in myths and legends, which made the audience amazed and excited.
Xue Jing was also watching this scene, but his heart was not too shaken.
With his keen eyesight, he could tell that this 'Heavenly King' was just an illusion, passively formed under the influence of Yin Muhu's spirit, and was not a real entity.
But it is indeed remarkable, having reached the profound realm where spiritual will affects the senses of others.
"Brother Xue, take this!"
Yin Muhu shouted loudly, leaped up, and with the force of splitting Mount Hua, he raised the stick in his hand to the level of his eyebrows and chopped towards Xue Jing in mid-air!
The air flow was turbulent, and the terrifying power caused the air around the stick to be swept away, forming a vacuum.
Facing this blow that was enough to break an armored vehicle, Xue Jing's expression did not change, he just said softly:
"Well done, you tried your best, Yinmei."
He clenched his right hand, exerted his strength, and a real dragon emerged from his body, letting out a dragon roar that shook the sky.
The skin, flesh, tendons, bones and blood all circulated, the secret was concentrated but not released, and all the strength was poured into the right arm.
Spiral indentations spread from his shoulders, gradually spread over his entire body, gathered at the tips of his fists, and flowed into the old giant sword.