At this time, Yin Muhu was still in a coma and had not woken up yet. However, because Xue Jing acted with restraint, although her injuries were serious, her life was not in danger. She just needed to rest for a while.
After asking the doctor about the situation, Xue Jing did not stay long and quickly left the infirmary.
He picked up his cell phone and checked the time. The halftime break was almost over, so he walked towards the player viewing area.
On the way, Xue Jing opened his WeChat account, as he had a lot of missed messages. He received many messages from relatives and friends congratulating him on winning the game.
Most of them ended in just one or two sentences, but Xue Wan sent a lot of messages, all of which were voice messages.
Looking at the dozens of voice messages, some as short as five or six seconds and some as long as one minute, Xue Jing scratched his head and clicked on a few at random.
"Oudoudou, you fought well. I, Uchiha Wan, would like to call you the strongest!"
"By the way, is Xiaoyin okay? It turns out that Xiaoyin is so pretty. But I still like her when she has muscles. It makes me feel safe..."
“Master, Master, you are so handsome!! Tweet, tweet, tweet!!”
Mixed in was the voice of his young disciple Zong Shichan. The smacking sound of simulating a kiss made Xue Jing hold the phone away in disgust.
He only clicked on a few of them and ignored the rest, especially those that took only a few seconds or a minute.
After thinking about it, he replied with a text message: [Who said it wasn’t true? It makes sense. I think so too. What happened next? ]
Then I turned on the Do Not Disturb function and put my phone back in my pocket.
He walked out of the passage and came to the players' viewing area.
Xue Jing glanced around and found that the contestants were standing in groups of three or four, discussing something enthusiastically.
His appearance seemed to interrupt the contestants' discussion, and everyone looked at him with different expressions.
Xue Jing didn't care. He just randomly chose a place where no one was around and walked over to stand there.
The audience also saw Xue Jing appear from above at this time, and immediately burst into cheers.
This was the afterglow of praise for his wonderful performance just now.
Just as he was waiting for the game to start, suddenly, a hand patted his shoulder.
As he was unaware of the malicious intent, Xue Jing did not dodge.
"Old Xue! Thunder Monkey!"
With a teasing voice mixed with unskilled Cantonese, Xue Jing turned to look at the lazy-looking boy and asked in confusion:
"We've met before? You are?"
Wei Junwu took his hand back, touched his chin, and said, "As expected of you, even I don't know you. It seems that what you said in the interview is true. You really haven't paid attention to other contestants..."
After a pause, he smiled and said, "I'm Wei Junwu, and I learned from Master Pei Yan of the Fengti Style. It's a good match with the Canglong Style you practice, right? We are meant to be friends!"
Looking at the familiar Wei Junwu, Xue Jing smiled and said:
"Brother Wei, I've heard a lot about you."
Obviously, I don't know him at all... Wei Junwu was choked by this long-admired sentence and said with a smile:
"Old Xue, it seems you are an interesting person... No need to be so distant, just call me Old Wei."
He waved his hand.
Xue Jing didn't respond, but just said, "Brother Wei, what do you want to talk to me about?"
Wei Junwu said casually: "Nothing special, I just came to get to know you... to see what kind of person is the one that Zhou Yinglin personally came to trouble from afar."
Xue Jing glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Oh? Why don't I understand what you mean?"
Wei Junwu sighed, patted Xue Jing on the shoulder, and winked, "Don't pretend, everyone already knows it."
Xue Jing looked around at the contestants standing around him and found that none of them showed any surprise at Wei Junwu's words.
"How did you know?" Xue Jing asked Wei Junwu.
This matter should be quite secretive.
"I said it." Wei Junwu showed a proud expression and patted his chest.
Xue Jing's expression did not change at all, he just asked in confusion: "How did you know? What's your purpose?"
Is this to make Zhou Yinglin hesitate to attack him
Pointless move.
Xue Jing shook his head.
Wei Junwu sighed, "One should be loyal to the person who entrusted him with the task... Alas, I am in big trouble now. I am afraid Zhou Yinglin will come to pick a fight with me."
"Luckily I have someone behind me now!"
When he said this, his expression became excited again and he looked very proud.
Xue Jing said softly: "You didn't answer me."
Wei Junwu sensed a hint of danger, but he still shook his head:
"The person involved is too high-ranking. I am not qualified to discuss this with you. You will know it when the time comes."
"Anyway... I'm on your side, and so are the people behind me."
Wei Junwu chuckled.
"That sword, is it useful?"
Hearing this, Xue Jing confirmed his guess and nodded, "So that's how it is. It's quite useful."
Wei Junwu moved closer to him and whispered:
"The sword itself is only secondary. Its main function is to serve as a 'reminder'."
Xue Jing's heart moved and he roughly understood it.
Considering that Wei Junwu came for Zhou Yinglin's matter, and the person behind him was the same person who delivered the Forgotten Giantsword, this clue is obviously also related to Zhou Yinglin.
Is this giant sword the way to deal with Zhou Yinglin
If the sword itself is not the key... then the most obvious feature of this sword is its heaviness, power and heft.
Zhou Yinglin's flawless plan was able to break through the opponent's clever tricks
Xue Jing shook his head.
"Do you take me for a child?"
…
After the halftime break, the game started soon.
Immediately after Xue Jing, it was contestant No. 3 and No. 4 who faced off. Because of [Proof of Love], Xue Jing didn't even remember their names.
The contestants who can advance to the finals are more or less capable, and Xue Jing also gained something from watching the game.
Then there is the showdown between No. 5 and No. 6, and the same thing happens.
What follows is the most watched game of the day.
No. 7 Fan Xuhui, and No. 8 Zhou Yinglin.
“… Welcome back to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournament. I am the commentator Tao Xingxiu…”
“… After three exciting matches, I believe the audience must have been very happy, but!!”
"Next, it's time for the real enjoyment!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole audience burst into cheers that almost overturned the venue.
"Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—"
The audience began to shout Zhou Yinglin's name in an orderly manner, and his popularity was jaw-dropping.
"Let us first invite contestant Fan Xuhui!"
Xue Jing looked at the tense-looking young man who walked out of the contestant channel and shook his head.
This person's mentality has collapsed.
Even if the strength is similar, it is impossible to win.
It seems that Zhou Yinglin's reputation is really scary.
After the commentator briefly introduced Fan Xuhui and displayed the hexagonal data chart, he began to shout in a voice that was obviously much more passionate than before:
"Then! Next, please welcome contestant Zhou Yinglin!!"
The terrifying thunderous applause drowned out the entire venue.
At the contestant channel, a young man with eyes as sharp as an eagle walked out slowly.
He did not carry any weapons. After entering, he walked around the ring very skillfully. Wherever he went, the audience in that direction would burst into warm cheers.
After he finished showing off, he went to the weapon rack, picked up a nine-foot spear at random, and stood in front of his opponent.
The commentator talked endlessly about Zhou Yinglin's past achievements and famous scenes, and then showed a hexagonal data chart, all of which were undoubtedly 10.
"A true hexagon, a young genius at the highest level, so powerful that the data chart cannot contain it!"
The commentator kept praising and cheering, and the audience responded with cheers and applause.
Wei Junwu, who was next to Xue Jing, complained, "It's overblown. Why haven't you started yet? It's really annoying."
As if hearing Wei Junwu's complaints, the commentator finally finished the introduction which had been obviously prolonged.
“—Then without further ado, both players are in place, let us witness this exciting match together!”
“The game begins!”
As soon as the referee waved his hand, Xue Jing's mind immediately moved, the focus of his pupils contracted, and at the same time, he circulated his strength, using the Eye Flow, turning his eyes into vertical pupils. The Heavenly Sword state of mind was activated, dyeing the vertical pupils a divine silver-white.
The next moment, the game was over.
It was a rain of spears that covered the sky and the earth.
No, it should be called a waterfall or a flood.
In just a moment, the nine-foot spear held in one hand by Zhou Yinglin produced a torrent of dense spear shadows that were impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.
His opponent, a young man named Fan Xuhui, didn't have time to make any move. He slowly fell to the ground with countless blood holes all over his body.
Zhou Yinglin, pretending to be an expert, turned around and walked away, as if he had done something insignificant.
Amid the warm applause, exclamations and cheers from the audience, no one noticed that in the contestant viewing area, there was a young man watching the scene calmly.
His silvery vertical pupils were indifferent and contemptuous.
…
Chapter 233: Perfect, the nourishment of the near-god move, the Dragon Cult strikes (4K)
"Perfect... Although I don't think Zhou Yinglin is a very good person, every time I see his perfect skills, I sigh that this is really the ultimate in human marksmanship."
Wei Junwu said with emotion.
"Zhou Yinglin had already reached the realm of 'Ten Needles and Hundred Threads' a year ago, and now he is even closer to 'Hundred Needles and Thousand Threads'. He can stab out nearly a hundred spears in an instant, and each spear is extremely delicate and exquisite, not inferior to a killing move. One spear can have more than ten variations, and any reaction of the opponent cannot escape the changes."
He looked at Xue Jing beside him and said, as if hinting at something:
"If you are to be his opponent, you must not even think about competing with him in martial arts skills. Perfection is the pinnacle of human skill. In terms of 'skills' alone, there is nothing better than him. It is impossible to find his flaws. The only way is to think of other ways..."
Xue Jing did not reply.
The indifferent silver-white vertical pupils gradually faded, and the pupils returned to their normal shape. Xue Jing turned his head and glanced at Wei Junwu, saying without comment:
"Oh? Really?"
Seeing that he didn't agree and seemed to have other ideas, Wei Junwu said anxiously:
"Old Xue, you really have to stop being so stubborn... I know you are very strong, and you didn't use your full strength in that match just now, but Zhou Yinglin is definitely an opponent you have never met before. He didn't even use one-third of his strength on the court just now, so you must not underestimate him..."
Xue Jing said: "I didn't underestimate him."
Having said that, he turned and walked towards the entrance.
"You guys... underestimated me."
Wei Junwu was stunned when he heard Xue Jing's last words, which sounded light and weightless.