Chapter 230: Xueheng's Intimidating Aura and the Beautiful Yinmu Tiger? The Final Touch that Stuns t

Chapter 230: Xueheng's Intimidating Aura and the Beautiful Yinmu Tiger? The Final Touch that Stuns the Crowd! (4K)



The spotlight shines on the exit of the players' tunnel.

Due to the extremely provocative statements made in the interview video that was just shown, coupled with his strikingly handsome looks, all the spectators are incredibly curious about this soon-to-appear player.

Amidst the expectant gazes of everyone, a tall and slender figure slowly strides out from the tunnel.

Step by step.

With each footfall, the entire arena, filled with nearly twenty thousand spectators, quiets down bit by bit, as if each step is not being taken on the ground, but on the hearts of the audience.

With every step he takes, the noise level drops a notch.

By the time he fully emerges from the tunnel, the entire arena has fallen into an almost deafening silence.

The high-definition cameras focus on him, projecting his upper body onto the giant screen in the venue.

His face, sculpted by the gods themselves, is clearly visible to everyone.

His demeanor exudes a sense of profound composure that ordinary people could never fake, appearing both youthful and possessing a depth of spirit far beyond his years—a true "young grandmaster."

In his right hand, he casually wields an ancient and rustic giant sword, its tip dragging along the ground, carving a long furrow in the earth as he advances.

At this moment, following the usual custom, the audience should have burst into applause to welcome the player. But for a moment, no one can make a sound.

It's not intentional; it's just that everyone is stunned and overwhelmed by the aura emanating from the young man.

With his steadily increasing strength, Xueheng's spiritual energy level has far surpassed that of ordinary people many times over.

Without holding back, he unleashes his spiritual aura unreservedly, and the oppressive force it exerts on ordinary people is akin to having a Godzilla stride into the arena.

Everyone instinctively senses that this is a being who can easily decide their life and death, far surpassing their own capabilities.

As Xueheng ascends the grand stage, step by step, he comes to a stop and plants the massive sword into the ground with a sharp 'crack', standing it upright. Only then, prompted by the commentator's voice, do the spectators snap out of their trance.

"Wow~ Truly deserving of the reputation he's built in the knockout rounds, causing a sensation each time he appears. Even on the finals stage, Xueheng shows no signs of stage fright. He's like a man returning home; he was born for the stage!"

"Cameraman, that's enough, that's enough! If you keep filming like that, the female audience here might not be able to take it!"

The commentator's playful tone breaks the oppressive atmosphere caused by Xueheng's overwhelming aura.

The audience snaps back to reality and turns to the cameraman on the raised platform, circling Xueheng for a 360-degree close-up shot, and they can't help but laugh.

"Hahaha, is this the privilege of being handsome?"

"I was at his previous matches too, and every time he appears, the cameraman gives him 'special treatment'. It's become a regular occurrence, haha."

"My husband is so cool! His aura was so strong just now that I couldn't even speak!"

"He must have gotten even stronger during this month's break. It's terrifying..."

"What's up with that ridiculously huge sword? Isn't he a blade user?"

"That's a sword? I thought it was an iron or stone door panel..."

Applause and discussions echo throughout the arena, restoring the lively atmosphere.

Not far from the grand stage, in the contestant observation area, nearly thirty contestants are scattered about, watching the proceedings.

At this moment, their gazes are also mostly focused on Xueheng, discussing him with their acquaintances.

"This oppressive feeling... His spiritual energy level should be at the professional ninth-level dan by now."

"Unbelievable! He's almost at Zhou Yinglin's level... Isn't he younger than Zhou Yinglin?"

"And he's from the Outer Ring too... Which reclusive master from the Outer Ring taught him?"

"I've checked his background. He's not taught by some hidden master; he's from an ordinary sect..."

"Incomprehensible, absolutely incomprehensible."

"Look at the sword he's holding; it weighs at least a thousand kilograms... If he can wield a weapon of that weight with such ease, his physical prowess can't be far behind his spiritual energy level."

"What a monster... No wonder he could say those things during the interview."

"Hehe... If he had stayed in the Outer Ring, then what he said in the interview would be absolutely true. But here..."

On the stage.

"Brother Xue." Yinmu Tiger looked at Xueheng, her rugged face filled with battle intent.

Xueheng smiled and nodded at her. "Little Yin."

Then, as if sensing something, he asked curiously, "Hmm? Did you lose weight?"

It might have been an illusion, but he felt that Yinmu Tiger looked slightly slimmer than before.

Yinmu Tiger nodded, clenching her fists. "Good eye, Brother Xue... I did this to prepare for defeating you. From now on, I will burn with intensity, holding nothing back, and giving it my all."

"I look forward to it," Xueheng said with a smile.

At that moment, the commentator's voice resonated throughout the arena. "Contestant Xueheng, he hails from the Zuilong Dojo in Qingcheng, Outer Ring, and his martial arts style is the 'Zuilong Style'... However, according to previous match records, he has also used killing moves that are distinctly not of the Zuilong Style."

"Let's take a look at Contestant Xueheng's hexagonal data chart..."

"Attack: 10, Speed: 10, Defense: ?, Technique: 10, Mental Fortitude: 10, Intelligence: ? ... Due to Contestant Xueheng's previous match records, where he instantly defeated his opponents, it is difficult to deduce his complete hexagonal data chart, so there are still two sets of data unknown."

"But based on the existing data alone, every category is undeniably a perfect score of 10!"

"Furthermore, according to public opinion, most of the audience members who have witnessed Contestant Xueheng's entrance gave the same evaluation!"

"'Your data is a 10 because it happens to reach 10. Xueheng's data is a 10 because 10 is the highest possible score!'

"Such an evaluation truly showcases the audience's recognition of his outstanding performance!"

As if assigned a task from above, the commentator passionately and eloquently introduced Xueheng without pausing for breath.

"Enough small talk. Both contestants are in position, so let's witness the upcoming intense battle together!"

Upon hearing this, the referee, who had been standing by the grand stage, immediately stepped forward and took his position between the two contestants, signaling the start of the match with a wave of his hand.

"Begin!"

"Clang!"

The bell rang, signaling the start of the match.

A faint blue light membrane, almost invisible, enveloped the entire stage like an overturned bowl.

Xueheng remained still, his arms folded across his chest. The Forgotten Giant Sword stood upright beside him like Arthur's Excalibur.

"Little Yin, come. Let me witness your all-out effort."

Xueheng spoke softly.

Yinmu Tiger did not reply but took a deep breath, drawing a large amount of oxygen into her lungs, causing her chest and abdomen to rise.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion.

Her entire body emitted countless wisps of pale golden steam, enveloping her in a shroud that resembled dancing golden flames.

"This is..."

Xueheng was slightly taken aback.

Within the pale golden fiery steam, Yinmu Tiger's tall and muscular figure began to shrink at a visible rate.

Her knotted muscles slowly compressed, and the rugged lines of her body gradually faded.

Her full chest, once obscured by muscles, began to reveal its delicate contours.

Her wrists and thighs slimmed down, her skin tone softening from tan to a delicate pale hue.

The muscles on her head also dissolved, revealing a slender neck and refined facial features no longer distorted by muscle.

Before long, the muscular monster of a woman had disappeared, replaced by a girl with an exquisite figure and a beautiful, delicate face.

(Yinmu Tiger's appearance prototype: Sakura Haruno)



This transformation immediately widened the eyes of everyone present.

"Whoa, what a drastic change!"

"Wait a minute, was she such a beauty all along?!"

"Where did that muscular woman go? Did she take off some kind of creature armor?"

"What the heck, this contrast is too much!"

Unconcerned by the surrounding gazes and noise, Yinmu Tiger extended her arms and tore off the overly wide sleeves and pant legs of her martial arts uniform, then untied and retied the waistband to create a fitted vest and shorts.

Enveloped in golden flames, she struck a boxing pose and stared directly at Xueheng.

"This is my ultimate technique, unique to me alone—'Kingozi: True Self'!"

The sweet, youthful voice now matched her appearance.

Xueheng admired the beauty before him and exclaimed, "Amazing."

He was not concerned about Yinmu Tiger's physical transformation but was impressed by her achievement in martial arts.

She had reached the level of an ultimate technique, a temporary burst-type move.

This was a realm that even Xueheng had yet to reach. Up until now, he had only a vague understanding of how to comprehend the 'Ultimate Art: Inverse Dragon Scale' and had not found a starting point.

Yet, Yinmu Tiger had already surpassed him.

Of course, with his discerning eye, he could tell that unlike the 'Inverse Dragon Scale', which could be used at any time, Yinmu Tiger's 'Vajra Self: True Self Form' was an accumulation-type ultimate art that required a long time to prepare.

It involved burning oneself, sacrificing certain accumulated aspects, and then bursting forth with battle prowess that surpassed one's limits.

The conditions for using it were harsh, but the corresponding power amplification was extremely high.

"Little Yin, you've truly surprised me..."

"Be careful, Brother Xue."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yinmu Tiger vanished from her original spot, moving so fast that she was invisible to the naked eye.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud explosion rang out as Xueheng's fist connected with Yinmu Tiger's, and a powerful gust of wind spread out.

This blow should have been strong enough to make everyone in the audience unable to open their eyes, but when it touched the faint blue light membrane, it only rippled slightly before dissipating, having no effect on anything outside the stage.

"What a heavy punch..." Xueheng's eyebrows furrowed.

In terms of pure punching power, Yinmu Tiger was now almost on par with him.

"But the key isn't just the strength of the punch..."

"Bang, bang, bang, bang—!!!"

The two combatants began to engage in close quarters, their figures blurring into two streaks of light as they exchanged blows at a supersonic frequency.

The spectators were dazzled, unable to keep up with the pace of the fight. Fortunately, the screens on the side showed slow-motion replays from high-speed cameras, allowing them to see what was happening, albeit with a slight delay.

"Puh—"

Xueheng blocked one of Yinmu Tiger's punches with his forearm, but the force of the blow slipped along his arm like a living thing and coiled towards his chest.

"Vajra Indestructible Intent..."

Xueheng narrowed his eyes.

Just as he was about to react, the Vajra Indestructible Intent dispersed into countless needle-like strands of force, piercing towards his vital points.

It was an almost unavoidable attack, and Xueheng had no effective countermeasures. He could only muster his own force to withstand the countless needle-like strikes.

However, this caused his consumption to far exceed that of Yinmu Tiger's.

"In that case..." Xueheng's thoughts shifted, and he changed his fighting style.

He no longer tried to match Yinmu Tiger's skill in force manipulation; although he possessed the [True Martial Body] and his adaptability in force manipulation was not inferior to the Vajra Indestructible Hand, he was not as deeply versed in this aspect.

He swept his right arm, sending Yinmu Tiger flying, and his entire body ignited with multicolored flames.

"Swoosh—!"

The already supersonic battle escalated to an even higher speed! Although Yinmu Tiger had witnessed Xueheng's 'Flame-Linked Color' before and had always been mentally prepared, anticipating it at all times, when she actually faced this move, she was still astonished.

There was simply no time to react... or rather, even if she did react, it would be useless as her body's speed couldn't keep up.

"Puh—"

The flame streaked across, and Yinmu Tiger felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. Her body became like an arrow leaving its bow and shot towards the distant stage.

She collided with the light membrane above the stage, creating ripples that eventually stopped her.

"Repulsion Membrane..."

Before her body could recover from the impact, the multicolored flames pulled at her once more.

"World-Protecting Four Heavens: Clear Glass!"

A divine light flashed in Yinmu Tiger's eyes, and her body erupted with golden flames.

"Hmm?" A warning sign flashed in Xueheng's mind, and without hesitation, he abandoned his original plan and went all out.

His skin, flesh, tendons, and blood worked in unison as he executed the strongest strike of the Dragon Concealment Style.

"Ultimate Art: Dot!"

"Roar—!!!"

A dragon's roar that shook the heavens and the earth reverberated throughout the venue, causing everyone present to stiffen in place, their eyes frozen.

The piercing strike slammed into Yinmu Tiger, and the golden pillar of force drilled relentlessly forward, encountering almost no resistance. It bored a spiral hole the size of a fist into her slender waist.

'Dot' did not stop there and continued to strike the 'Repulsion Membrane' behind Yinmu Tiger, creating tidal-like ripples that spread across the entire light membrane.

However, the membrane remained intact and unbroken.

Yinmu Tiger coughed up a mouthful of crystal-clear blood, and her body slowly slid down.

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(End of Chapter)

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