The spherical storm air spread out, and a figure suddenly flew out like a cannonball at a speed almost reaching the speed of sound. His two feet left two deep grooves on the ground, stirring up countless smoke and dust, and slammed heavily into the light blue repulsive membrane.
“Bububububu—”
The repulsive membrane made a noticeable sound for the first time, creating huge ripples like a tsunami, and it was shaking, with vague signs that it could not bear the pressure anymore.
Watching the scene happening before their eyes, the scene was silent.
Everyone stared at the ring with dull eyes. For a moment, their brains even froze and they couldn't understand what was happening.
It was not until the smoke and dust cleared that everyone present realized a fact when they saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the repulsion membrane.
"Perfectly designed... but broken!"
"Zhou Yinglin was knocked away... killed instantly!?"
"This power... is incredible. What kind of monster is this? Is he really seventeen years old? Is he really a human?!"
"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahahaha, I'm going to be rich, I'm going to be rich! Xue Jing is awesome (breaking voice)!"
"Wait, it doesn't seem to be over yet!?"
The noise from the audience gradually died down, because... Zhou Yinglin on the ring seemed to be fine.
He was not unconscious, his eyes were still open, and he had no obvious injuries on his body. He was just sitting on the floor with his back against the repulsive membrane.
Xue Jing's smiling voice spread throughout the audience through the loudspeaker:
"Is this what you said would end in an instant?"
"Get up, you city dweller idiot with top-level skills. I managed the distance well just now, and only used the airflow to slightly rub against you."
He looked at Zhou Yinglin who was somewhat stunned, and said softly:
"Don't be nervous. I'm just showing someone that I can easily beat you to death like this... Don't worry, I won't use this sword again. Otherwise, you won't be too convinced if you lose, right?"
As he spoke, Xue Jing thrust the huge sword in his right hand into the ground beside him, then let go of the sword, leaving it standing upright like the Sword in the Stone in mythology.
“…” Zhou Yinglin’s expression began to change slowly. The corners of his eyes, which usually had no expression, began to twitch with shame, anger, and irritability. His eyes turned pale and blue, and his sharp, hawk-like eyes revealed murderous intent.
But soon it slowly returned to calm.
"The recipient... God's gift of secret arts!"
'This country boy can't be that strong, he must be using a divine secret technique!'
Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.
He suddenly reacted and thought of an answer!
'No, this guy is bluffing!'
'He hadn't fully mastered this divine secret technique, so he made a mistake and missed me!'
"Also, this secret technique can only be used once... That's why you need to bluff me now!"
'I was almost fooled...'
Zhou Yinglin stood up slowly, thinking that he had seen through Xue Jing's plan... or rather, he found a reason to convince himself and rebuild his confidence that had collapsed because he was almost killed instantly.
"you… "
He was about to say something when he saw Xue Jing had already walked to the weapon rack at the edge of the ring, took a quick look around, and took down a nine-foot-long spear made of alloy from it.
Then he walked back to the center of the ring, gesturing with the spear in his hand. He seemed quite satisfied with his feel and nodded.
Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"You are an idiot who claims to be a top-level practitioner. The thing you are most proud of is 'perfect', right?"
Xue Jing asked curiously.
Zhou Yinglin, whose mentality was no longer stable because he had almost been smashed to pieces by a single blow, heard Xue Jing calling him "idiot" all the time, and his eyes twitched slightly with anger.
But then, he no longer paid attention to the question of address, but widened his eyes.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Xue Jing held an alloy spear in his right hand and fired dozens of shots into the void beside him.
That torrent of gunfire that was flawless and contained endless subsequent changes was, without a doubt, perfect!
"I watched your game earlier and I learned it. Do you mind, idiot?"
Xue Jing asked casually.
Zhou Yinglin was furious: "You studied me!?"
Xue Jing looked at him in surprise and shook his head:
"No, you misunderstood, idiot, don't think too highly of yourself."
"I'm not studying you, I'm just studying Perfect."
Zhou Yinglin frowned: "What are you talking about?"
Xue Jing snorted, "You are indeed an idiot."
"Isn't it clear? What I mean is that you are just a piece of waste paper with precious knowledge written on it."
"I have gained this precious knowledge of perfection from you, but I have no interest in you, a piece of waste paper that is useless even for wiping your ass."
Because a loudspeaker was installed on the ring, the conversation between the two from beginning to end was heard throughout the venue and even in all the live broadcast rooms.
Otogi Suzuka was standing in the contestant viewing area, laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking:
"Really? You've lost both in verbal and physical skills, Mr. Zhou. It's really pitiful to see you like that. Kekekekeke..."
…
"As expected of my Ou Doudou!"
In Outer Ring Qingcheng, Xue Wan, who was watching the live broadcast, felt refreshed as if he had taken a big sip of iced cola in the middle of summer. He immediately picked up his phone, opened his blog, and happily began to post to Zhou Yinglin's fans.
…
The first metropolitan area, inner ring, capital.
The young girl with a delicate face looked at the live broadcast, with surprise and hope in her eyes: "Junior brother...?"
…
Also in the capital, in a large mansion, a handsome young man paced back and forth anxiously, looking at Zhou Yinglin who was out of control in the picture, and murmured: "Brother Lin, don't let me down..."
…
On the stage, Zhou Yinglin's expression changed for a while. He barely managed to maintain his composure and said:
"… So what? It's just bluffing. Even if you can play Moonlight after listening to it once, it doesn't mean that your playing level is comparable to Beethoven's."
Xue Jing smiled:
"You might as well come and try, you top moron who calls himself Beethoven."
The audience at the scene looked strange when they heard this.
"Why do I feel like... Zhou Yinglin has gradually accepted the term 'moron'? He doesn't even object."
Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin disappeared from the spot in a flash and appeared in front of Xue Jing in an instant, at an incredibly fast speed.
“Swish, swish, swish!!”
The torrent of gunfire came again, but to everyone's surprise, Xue Jing did not move at all, as if he had not reacted at all.
When Zhou Yinglin saw this, his eyes flashed.
"court death!"
He no longer held back on defense, but instead used all his strength, and the sharp needle-shaped spear in his hand pointed at Xue Jing's vital parts with incredible precision, full of murderous intent, and determined to kill him.
Then…
"bite-"
“Ding ding ding ding—”
The tip of the spear pierced Xue Jing's body, making a series of crisp tinkling sounds, but it only stirred up circles of air waves and did not hurt Xue Jing at all.
"What!?"
Zhou Yinglin looked startled, but he remained calm and continued to stab out a torrent of gunfire.
Twenty shots... Thirty shots... Forty shots... Fifty shots...
The shadow of Tian Zhi Yu Yi appeared on the tip of the gun, but he still did not stop.
Sixty shots.
Sixty-five shots.
When firing the 66th shot, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had an idea and realized the principle behind Xue Jing's perfect defense at the moment.
He felt that this was impossible and unbelievable, but he still subconsciously followed his instinct, instantly breaking away from the perfect plan and stabbing out a deliberately chaotic and improvised shot.
“Snap—”
The lethality of this random shot was far inferior to that of a perfect one. Xue Jing, who was well prepared, easily grabbed the needle-shaped gun tip in his hand.
"You tried your best."
Xue Jing said softly.
"Then it's my turn."
As soon as the words fell.
Zhou Yinglin raised his eyes and his sharp pupils contracted to the extreme.
The extremely familiar gunfire turned into a torrent, drowning and covering him.
He tried to dodge or reduce the force... But Tian Yi Wu Lian was known for his perfect shooting skills that could cope with all kinds of situations. Any action of the enemy would be blocked by a corresponding follow-up move. Any "skillful" response was powerless in front of Tian Yi Wu Lian.
Either break through with brute force, using ten times the strength to defeat one clever move, or resist with one's own physical strength, or dodge with a speed that is several levels faster than the one who fired the gun.
And all of these methods require the strength of the person who fired the gun to be far superior in some aspect... Facing a numerical monster like Xue Jing, Zhou Yinglin could not do any of these methods.
Of course, as someone who also inherited the seamless spear technique, he has another way to deal with it, which is to also display the seamless spear technique and fight with Xue Jing to see who has higher attainments and has more spears.
However, because of the "sudden inspiration" just now, his gun was grasped by Xue Jing!
This was a huge mistake that shouldn't have happened, but it happened!
For the first time, Zhou Yinglin experienced the frustration and helplessness that his opponents had felt when facing him.
An irresistible torrent of gunfire poured down on him.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak—”
The strange sounds of flesh being pierced continued to be heard.
Zhou Yinglin's body was covered with bloody holes one after another. Soon, his whole body was covered with holes.
With each shot, Xue Jing deliberately deviated slightly from the original fatal point and accurately stabbed the non-fatal part.
Soon, the trajectory of the gun shadow wove a heavenly feather robe on Zhou Yinglin's body, but it still did not stop.
It was not until the 80th shot, piercing Zhou Yinglin's abdomen, that Xue Jing's movements came to a standstill and stopped.
Zhou Yinglin stood there, trembling all over. He looked at his palms with several blood holes, vomited blood, and said to himself in disbelief:
"Impossible, impossible, eighty shots in a few days, absolutely impossible..."
He roared:
"How long have you been secretly learning Perfection? Ten years? Fifteen years? Why did you hide it until now?!"
Xue Jing looked at the somewhat crazy Zhou Yinglin, tilted his head slightly, and said a number softly without any fluctuation in his expression.
"Seven days."
Zhou Yinglin seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and sneered in disbelief:
“Ha… ha ha ha, stop lying, you’re a thief who stole my skills. This is simply impossible!”
Xue Jing said calmly: "You consider something impossible just because you can't do it. That's the limit of your ability."
As he said that, he changed the subject and said, "Well, the competition time is over. Next, it's time for settlement."
When Zhou Yinglin heard this, he felt the serious injuries all over his body, and immediately gritted his teeth with shame and grievance on his face: