Although Xue Jing thought that with his background as a wealthy family and a disciple of the Spear Saint, it should not be difficult to heal an injury of this degree, he did not expect that it would be done in just one day.
Amid the uproar of the audience and Wei Junwu's bitter expression, Zhou Yinglin slowly stepped onto the stage.
In the contestant viewing area, Yuuga Suzuka, who was standing next to Xue Jing, spoke softly:
"It should be that he had a super surgery and used some powerful drugs... As expected of Mr. Zhou."
"There are no more than 200 top doctors in the world who can perform super surgeries, and each of them has their surgeries scheduled for at least ten years later... It is very difficult to find a top doctor in such a short time and have him perform the surgery right away."
Xue Jing nodded: "I see."
"Brother Xue, you don't seem to care much?"
Yin Muhu, who was standing next to him, saw that Xue Jing's expression didn't change, so he asked curiously.
Xue Jing gave her a strange look: "Why do you care?"
Yin Muhu thought for a moment and said, "I think since Zhou Yinglin was so anxious to heal himself and didn't withdraw from the competition, he must want to seek revenge on you."
Xue Jing smiled and said:
“When you walk on the road, do you pay attention to whether the stone under your feet is the one you kicked away before?”
To him, Zhou Yinglin was just one of his defeated opponents, and not even a prominent one among them.
Not to mention recovering in one day with super surgery, even if Zhou Yinglin was truly immortal, Xue Jing would not take him seriously.
"A rock is just a rock. There's nothing special about it. If it's blocking your way, just kick it away. Why do you care if it comes back to you?"
Yin Muhu nodded blankly: "Is this... so... "
Yuuga Suzuka covered her mouth with her sleeves and chuckled, "Mr. Xue's little mouth is still so powerful. If Mr. Zhou heard this, he would be furious again..."
On the ring, Wei Junwu struggled for a while before being defeated by Zhou Yinglin.
At this moment, everyone suddenly remembered that Zhou Yinglin was also a genius who could be called a dimensionality reduction striker in the U19 youth competition... It was just that the big devil he faced the day before was too exaggerated, which made him seem a bit weak.
The commentator shouted his victory and the audience gave him a warm round of applause.
But Zhou Yinglin didn't care about all this, instead he cast a gloomy look at the young man in the contestant viewing area who was feared and avoided by the surrounding contestants.
After realizing that the man didn't even look at him, Zhou Yinglin snorted coldly, threw the spear in his hand to the side, stuck it into the floor of the ring, and turned around and walked back to the contestant channel.
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Chapter 250 Xue Jing comes on the field, killing without any action, consciousness killing (4K)
After Wei Junwu got off the stage, he came to the contestant viewing area with his arms drooping and several bloody holes on them, and said with a bitter face:
"Zhou Yinglin hasn't gotten any weaker. I was thinking that Old Xue might have broken his mentality. Maybe I still have a chance..."
Yin Muhu glanced at him.
"Being beaten to pieces by Brother Xue, there is a problem with your mentality, and it is only when you are facing Brother Xue that you have a problem. As for you..."
Wei Junwu: "You see through it but don't say it, sister Yin!"
Yin Muhu couldn't help but complain about his familiarity: "Who is your sister?"
Wei Junwu turned his gaze to Xue Jing and said, "Old Xue, I feel that Zhou Yinglin must have come prepared. He didn't withdraw from the competition even though he knew there was such a huge gap in strength between him and you. He also seems to have a stable mentality. He must have something to rely on..."
"Ah, it's rare that you helped me to cripple him, but I didn't expect that his injuries would recover in just one day. Such medical resources are so enviable... If it was a match between opponents of the same level, the side with such medical conditions would have too much advantage. It's really unfair..."
The game continued while chatting.
In the second game, Song Nanxing VS Chen Chao, Song Nanxing won, while Chen Chao lost two games in a row and was eliminated.
In the third game, Otogi Suzuka VS Li Miao, Otogi Suzuka won, Li Miao lost two games in a row and was eliminated.
Seeing this result, Wei Junwu began to scratch his head.
There is no doubt about the fourth game. Huang Lu and Xue Jing, who lost to him the day before yesterday, will play against each other. If you interview a dog on the street, the dog will bark and say that Xue Jing will definitely win.
In this way, Song Nanxing, Yuuga Suzuka, and Xue Jing all advanced directly to the semi-finals with two consecutive wins.
As there were no other candidates for the last spot, it would be a one-win-one-lose battle between him and Zhou Yinglin... In other words, he would have to fight Zhou Yinglin again.
“… Welcome back to the U19 Finals Quarterfinals, I’m the host Tao Xingxiu!”
The commentary was heard through loudspeakers throughout the venue.
"After the first three games, two places for the semi-finals have been decided. So what's next..."
As soon as he said this, he was drowned out by the overwhelming cheers of the audience.
There was a huge cheer at first, and then gradually, from small to large, people began to shout a name rhythmically.
"Xue Jing! Xue Jing! Xue Jing!..."
At the beginning, the sound was a bit chaotic, with everyone shouting their own songs. As the audience adjusted their rhythm and coordinated with each other, the sound became more and more uniform and louder.
"Xue Jing! Xue Jing! Xue Jing!..."
By the end, it was like a tsunami, and every sound almost drowned the venue.
This unprecedented level of support and the one-sided cheers from 200,000 spectators are enough to make any contestant with less mental and physical strength shake their legs and feet, and make the supported contestants' blood boil and their energy max out.
This is why any public sporting event values a home-field advantage.
However, Xue Jing just stood in the contestant viewing area with an indifferent look on his face, his hand on the repaired fence.
Just as he was not affected in any way when the audience supported Zhou Yinglin before, the same is true now.
For him, there is no need to pay any attention to the voices from the outside world, whether they are supportive or slanderous.
He turned and walked backstage, to the waiting area, ready to go on stage.
The staff leading the way had been waiting at the entrance for a long time. When he saw Xue Jing coming, he immediately bowed his head respectfully and said:
"Contestant Xue Jing, please follow me..."
…
“… We can all hear that the enthusiasm of the audience is really extraordinary.”
After the shouting gradually subsided, the commentator's surprised voice sounded.
"It seems that everyone is looking forward to the next contestant..."
"Then without further ado, please invite the contestants to enter!"
"First, let's welcome contestant Huang Lu!"
A young figure slowly walked out from the contestant channel.
The audience burst into warm applause.
However... the reason for the applause was more of a consolation than support.
It's like praising a brave man who knows he is going to die but still goes to challenge the terrifying devil.
"Come on, big brother Huang!"
"If you touch the corner of Demon King Xue's clothes, you will win!"
"I hope everyone is okay."
"It felt like his hands were shaking..."
"You're shaking even if you go up there. This is Demon King Xue. God knows what parts will be taken off of him..."
"To be honest, Huang Lu didn't just give up and went on stage. He was very brave. I guess he must have peed himself out of fear..."
Huang Lu slowly walked up to the stage and stood still, with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
If he could admit defeat, he would have already admitted defeat...
The problem is that in a martial arts competition, if you admit defeat before even fighting, you will inevitably be labeled a coward, and this is behavior that will be nailed to the pillar of shame.
Especially for players like him who have signed contracts with a club, if his personal brand value is damaged, the club's interests will be damaged, and he will have to pay a large amount of liquidated damages.
He discussed with the club whether he could admit defeat. After all, Demon King Xue's methods were really scary.
But he was still forced to do it by the club.
Now his heart is beating fast, he just hopes that Demon King Xue will show some mercy and leave him with a healthy body without any missing limbs...
"… Huang Lu doesn't seem to be in very good condition. Did he not get enough rest yesterday?"
The commentator's voice sounded, and he found a more tactful explanation for Huang Lu.
"That's not a good thing. The opponent he's going to face next, even if he's fully prepared, seems impossible to defeat..."
"Let us solemnly invite contestant Xue Jing!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, applause ten times louder than when Huang Lu appeared on stage began to break out.
The appearance of the tall figure at the exit of the contestant channel caused countless screams and cheers.
"Lao Xue's current popularity is incredible. It's too exaggerated."
Wei Junwu sighed.
"After all, Zhou Yinglin became his stepping stone. There is no easier way to become famous than to defeat a famous person... Half of the blame lies with you."
Song Nanxing stood beside him and spoke in a calm tone.
"Me?" Wei Junwu raised his injured hand with great effort and pointed at his nose.
"If you hadn't said that Zhou Yinglin was going to kill Xue Jing in the ring, and hadn't made a big fuss about it, causing Xue Jing to be attacked by Zhou Yinglin's fans, the backlash wouldn't be so strong now."
Song Nanxing patted Wei Junwu on the shoulder and said, "Zhou Yinglin is now focused on Xue Jing. If he comes to his senses and remembers this, he will definitely bear a grudge against you. You should be careful."
Wei Junwu: “…”
…
The audience's applause and cheers continued, and did not stop even after Xue Jing stepped onto the stage.
The photographer began to sit on the elevated platform and circle around Xue Jing, doing the usual 360-degree surround shooting...but this time he took the shooting very seriously.
The captured footage was clearly displayed on the big screen and live broadcast. His handsome face caused a large number of comments on major live broadcast platforms, and people started shouting "my husband, my husband" again.
"After yesterday's battle that shocked the whole country, Xue Jing broke everyone's perception of him and demonstrated his unparalleled talent and overwhelming strength..."
The commentator spoke endlessly about Xue Jing.
“… Then, let’s take a look at Xue Jing’s new hexagonal data chart.”
"Attack? Speed? Defense? Skill? Heart? Intelligence?... Uh, it seems that things have returned to the starting point. All attributes are unmeasurable question marks!"
"But contrary to the beginning, the question mark on Xue Jing's data chart does not represent the unknown, but has completely surpassed the upper limit and reached an unknown area that no player in the history of U19 has ever reached!"
"What kind of exciting game will this player who is beyond people's cognition bring us next?"
"Then stop talking and let the game begin!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee came to the middle of the two people on the ring, unconsciously leaning closer to Huang Lu and slightly away from Xue Jing.
He waved his hand between the two men, signaling the start of the match, and immediately slipped off the ring, several points faster than in all previous matches.
Xue Jing looked at his opponent.
With his eyesight, he could easily tell that the young man named Huang Lu was full of fear and had no intention of fighting. His desire to turn around and run away was almost written on his face. The energy required for a warrior to fight had dropped to the extreme.
He shook his head slightly, somewhat disinterested.
After all, he is a person who could advance to the quarterfinals in the U19 finals, but he is so miserable.
Boring.
After thinking about it, Xue Jing no longer had the intention to take action.
He turned his eyes slightly and looked at Huang Lu's left shoulder.
Huang Lu assumed his boxing stance the moment he started and remained on high alert, not daring to make any rash moves.
He didn't even think about actively attacking, but instead thought about trying to dodge or survive Xue Jing's two moves before immediately admitting defeat...
But at this moment, suddenly, his arm broke at the root and fell to the ground, sticky blood spurted out, and the cut was extremely smooth, as if it was cut by an unparalleled sharp divine weapon.
Huang Lu broke out in a cold sweat and felt extreme pain. He immediately covered his arm and screamed.
But then, he came to his senses and looked at his arm...