Chapter 140: Trending Footage, Skill Cap, The Breathing Blade, and the Lion Saints' Onslaught (4K)

Chapter 140: Trending Footage, Skill Cap, The Breathing Blade, and the Lion Saints' Onslaught (4K)



"Th-This...!! It's over! The match is over already?!"

"A turn of events that no one expected! Barely ten seconds into the match, and a winner has emerged!"

"Just one strike! It only took a single strike from Xue Jing to defeat Li Chengxuan!"

The passionate voice of the commentator reverberated throughout the entire arena.

"Facing Li Chengxuan's display of sword qi, Xue Jing chose the most dominant response, unleashing a fierce and overwhelming ultimate strike. The rampant blade aura ravaged the entire arena, even eroding the platform!"

As the commentator's rapid narration filled the air, the audience erupted into a cacophony of noise.

"What just happened? I've never seen anything like that before!"

"Sword qi... blade aura? I've heard of martial artists being able to do such things, but this is on a whole new level!"

"Tsk, you don't get out much. The top-tier tournaments in the Inner Ring are even more intense, shaking the earth and requiring special force fields to contain the battles... But it's rare to see this level of blade aura in a U19 youth tournament."

"Is Li Chengxuan going to be okay? He doesn't look too good."

"My husband is so cool! Simply amazing!"

Next to Xue Wan, her university classmates were stunned into silence.

"Oh my... Little Brother must have been holding back when he was in the Martial Arts Club."

"I wonder if Chen Feng is watching the live stream... He must be scared out of his wits right now."

"Wan Wan, Big Sister-in-law, your husband is so strong!"

Xue Wan felt proud and smug on the inside, but she maintained a calm exterior, casually commenting, "He's alright, I guess. After all, he's been practicing martial arts for almost two months now, so it's not surprising that he's able to put on a decent show."

Zhao Lu rolled her eyes dramatically, "Keep up the act if you want."

At the Canglong Dojo, Li Qi's aged laughter shook the entire office building, lasting for a long while.

At the edge of the stage, several young geniuses who had been watching up close were frozen in place, their bodies stiff.

Yin Mu Hu regained his senses and looked down at Du Mingluan, who stood next to him at a height of only 1.6 meters. He asked, "Umm... What did you say to Brother Xue back at the hotel?"

Du Mingluan twitched his lips.

He knew that Xue Jing was strong, having briefly crossed blades with him at the wharf.

However, he didn't think that Xue Jing was invincible—in martial arts, as long as the gap in strength wasn't too overwhelming, anything could happen in a real fight.

But now, although he was reluctant to admit it, his heart had been shaken.

Du Mingluan forced his wavering heart to calm down and grit his teeth as he spoke, "The blade aura is formidable, but as long as you don't get hit by it, it's fine."

Yin Mu Hu found this puzzling, "If you think that someone capable of wielding such blade aura only has a formidable blade aura... then forget I asked, hmph."

Du Mingluan: "..."

Several medical staff rushed onto the stage with a stretcher and began examining Li Chengxuan's condition.

"Wow, although it's common for martial arts competitions to result in serious injuries, it's rare to see something this brutal."

A male doctor, seeing Li Chengxuan's unconscious state, couldn't help but exclaim.

Li Chengxuan's body was covered in countless deep and bone-chilling wounds, his clothes were torn to shreds, and he looked as if he had been through a meat grinder.

Many parts of his flesh had completely separated from the bones and were only barely hanging on.

"It's a wonder he's still alive. Martial artists sure have strong vitality..."

After treating Li Chengxuan's wounds for a while, the male doctor noticed something amiss.

"Hmm? There aren't any fatal wounds? All the injuries just barely missed vital areas. Is this a coincidence...?"

Xue Jing glanced at Li Chengxuan, who was being attended to by the medical staff. His pupils changed from vertical slits back to normal, and the silvery aura around him gradually faded.

"Clang—"

He sheathed the White Rabbit Blade with a flourish, turning around and walking off the stage with casual strides, heading toward the contestants' passage.

"The medical team is treating Li Chengxuan's injuries. It seems like he'll be fine."

"Let's take a look at the slow-motion replay of the match..."

As the commentator's voice faded into the background, Xue Jing returned to the contestants' resting area.

As soon as he walked in, Jiang Siwei, who had been waiting for him, rushed over and hugged him tightly, giving him a face wash with her chest as she exclaimed excitedly,

"Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing, you're amazing! !"

"You'll become the greatest martial arts superstar!"

Xue Jing felt the soft sensation against his face and inhaled the alluring scent of her expensive perfume. However, he gently pushed her away, showing little interest, "I'm not really into the idea of becoming a celebrity.

Jiang Siwei pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and said with a hint of regret, "What a waste... It would have been nice to capitalize on this opportunity."

She took out her phone, tapped on the screen a few times, and then turned it to show Xue Jing. "Look at this. The number of shares is surging. It's likely to trend online."

Xue Jing glanced at her phone.

It displayed an interface from a blogging app, where a user had posted a video titled "Look Who's My Husband."

When he played the video, it showed him stepping onto the stage from various angles, each shot expertly composed as if presenting a work of art. The video ended with him turning his head and smiling at the camera—a naturally captivating and exquisite moment.

The shots were perfectly timed, especially the final one where he turned towards the camera and smiled, creating an innate sense of beauty. Capturing such moments was a rare occurrence, and even if he were to collaborate with the photographer again, replicating this serendipity would be challenging.

Even Xue Jing was a little taken aback by his own handsomeness in the video, let alone others.

["He's my husband!"]



["How dare you! He's obviously my husband!"]



["What's this about? Is my husband a polygamist now?"]



["Tsk, tsk. Can you all be a little more sensible? Just because you see a good-looking guy online doesn't mean you can randomly claim him as your husband. Moreover, he's my husband, so I hope you'll show some restraint."]



Xue Jing skimmed through the comments, seeing nothing but playful claims of ["He's my husband!"] from both male and female users.

The number of shares had already reached four digits, and it had only been a few minutes since the video was posted.

"This shot is definitely a classic; it will continue to gain traction," Jiang Siwei said excitedly.

"If we strike while the iron is hot, we can quickly build a solid fan base..."

Xue Jing walked over to the table, placed the White Rabbit Blade on it, picked up a bottle of mineral water, twisted the cap open, and took a sip. Nonchalantly, he said, "I told you I'm not interested in that... I'm just here for the competition."

Jiang Siwei sighed with disappointment. "Fine... I just think it's a pity, that's all."

She paused before continuing, "By the way, Xiao Jing, you should be more mindful of your strength when you make a move. Just now, I almost thought you had killed your opponent..."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Xue Jing said with a smile.

The 'Black Heaven Blade: Whirlwind Thunder' move he had just used was the result of his recent intense practice in the consciousness space.

By simultaneously employing the 'Eye Penetration' and 'Whirlwind Thunder' techniques, his strike with the White Rabbit Blade was incredibly precise.

The pitch-black whirlwind blade energy had avoided all the 'lines' and 'points' on Li Chengxuan's body, only hitting areas that wouldn't result in fatal injuries. It was as if he had intentionally avoided dealing critical damage.

If there were truly knowledgeable people among the audience, they would understand the incredible level of skill required for such a strike.

"Alright, Sister Wei. I'm heading back now," Xue Jing said as he twisted his neck and picked up the White Rabbit Blade from the table, making his way towards the door.

Jiang Siwei asked, "There are still two more matches left. Won't you stay and watch? One of them will be your opponent in the third round."

"I'll just watch the live stream recordings later. No need to watch it here," Xue Jing replied.

"Then let me drive you back," Jiang Siwei offered.

Xue Jing shook his head. "No need to trouble yourself. I'll just walk and take a look around on my way back."

He opened the door and left the resting area, heading out of the stadium.

Along the way, he opened his panel.

[...]



[Charm Experience +68]



[Charm Experience +21]



[...]



Countless notifications of increasing Charm experience flooded his vision.

Xue Jing scrolled to the bottom to check his current Charm status.

[Charm Lv10 (10000+/?)]



"Hmm?"

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow in surprise.

His Charm experience had been around 4,000 before he went on stage, and with all the notifications, he should have gained much more than 6,000 experience points.

However, the Charm experience only showed 10,000, with an additional plus sign.

"What's going on here... Is this the skill cap?"

Xue Jing furrowed his brows in thought.

Was this the limit for the Charm skill specifically, or was it a cap for all regular skills?

"Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'll find out the specifics once Fitness reaches Lv10," he thought to himself, shaking his head. He continued scanning through the other notifications.

[Fitness Experience +126]



[Health Experience +58]

【... Aiming Experience +326 】

...

【... Blade Strike Experience +569】

【Blade Strike upgraded to Lv7 (121/45000)】

Since Li Chengxuan was directly killed by a single strike, the experience he provided was pitiful, and only the [Aiming] and [Blade Strike] skills gained decent experience.

Blade Strike had already gained a significant amount of experience from slaughtering the sea bees on the ship, and it finally reached Lv7 this time.

Xue Jing held the White Rabbit Blade, his palm applying slight force as he calmed his mind.

This time, he felt a different sensation from before.

From the White Rabbit Blade, he felt a strange sensation of expansion and contraction, as if it were... breathing?

"Is this... breathing?" Xue Jing wondered, unsure.

A breathing sword? It was quite magical.

But aside from that, there didn't seem to be anything else.

"Never mind, I'll try again later."

Xue Jing closed the panel and took out his phone.

Before going on stage, he had set his phone to Do Not Disturb mode, and now, as he checked it, he saw numerous WeChat messages and missed calls.

There were messages from his classmates, Li Ge, his homeroom teacher Du Shiwei, his senior Zhu Shan Ying, and even his parents and sister, Xue Wan...

Xue Jing replied to the messages as he strolled towards the hotel, taking his time.

...

Late at night, at Fengcheng Wharf.

A nondescript small fishing boat slowly docked as the tide rose and fell.

On the deck of the fishing boat stood three people.

Among them, two were rather peculiar.

They were abnormally tall, almost 7 feet tall, and their heads were wrapped in black headscarves. Despite the cool southern weather that had not yet turned winter, their necks were wrapped in thick fur, and their clothing was long-sleeved, covering their bodies tightly.

Their figures were also strange; although they were standing, their bodies were hunched over, their heads bent forward, and their knees were bent, as if their bodies were naturally unable to stand straight.

It was as if they were... upright large beasts.

The two tall men stood on either side of the third person, each placing a hand on his shoulder.

If Xue Jing and Ning Fengwan had been there, they would have recognized that the person in the middle was none other than the priest of the Lion God Church, Mr. An.

"Pff—"

The bow of the fishing boat suddenly dipped into the water, and the two tall men, with Mr. An between them, leaped over ten meters high and landed on the wharf.

Despite the great height from which they fell, the two tall men's feet made no sound as they landed on the ground, as silent as ghosts.

Mr. An was held like a chick between them and also landed smoothly.

One of the men closed his eyes and took a deep breath before speaking:

"I smell the sacred scent of the Cat God."

The other man reminded him: "You're wrong, Bazebu. The cat is just one of Its aspects. We should respectfully refer to It as the 'Lion God' or the 'War King.'"

Bazebu pouted: "What does it matter... Beliru, what should we do now?"

"That old fox, Fox Mianzi, only gave us a name and a location... Do we have to turn the whole city upside down to find her?"

Beliru said: "Of course not. That's why I brought this man along."

As he spoke, he patted Mr. An's shoulder.

Bazebu asked in confusion: "Ah? Isn't this little snake just a snack to curb our hunger?"

Beliru: "Of course not... at least not yet. The woman who bought the 'holy artifact' is the leader of the Dragon Church in Qingcheng, and this man is the priest of the Dragon Church in Qingcheng."

"He has a way to contact that leader... so he can arrange a meeting with her."

Mr. An blinked his crimson vertical pupils and smiled awkwardly: "Revered emissaries, as previously agreed, the sacred relic of your church will be returned to you, but I implore you to spare the leader's life... She has been chosen by the main church to become the 'Eternal Dragon' under the Sovereign's reign..."

Beliru impatiently said: "You have no room to bargain. Hurry up and contact her, before Bazebu here loses control and eats you."

Cold sweat broke out on Mr. An's forehead as he said: "This will take time... The leader isn't always available for contact. We have to wait for her to go online and log onto that website..."

Beliru's eyes turned cold: "Then you'd better pray that she does so soon."

"Otherwise..."

Mr. An smiled awkwardly: "Yes, yes..."

These wild and uncontrollable Lion Saint Church beasts!

He cursed them in his heart.

...

(End of Chapter)

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