Chapter 240: A Dominating Presence That Intimidates 200,000 Spectators. The Match Begins? No, It's A

Chapter 240: A Dominating Presence That Intimidates 200,000 Spectators. The Match Begins? No, It's Already Over (4K)



Xue Jing released Yin Mouhu's hand and retracted the Dragon Cherry Blossom seed.

He briefly checked the consumption of the life fire within his body and found that it hadn't even reached one percent, with no noticeable impact.

Given his recovery speed, it would be fully replenished soon.

Jiang Siwei looked at Yin Mouhu with a surprised expression as her complexion suddenly became rosy.

"What...what happened?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Let's just say it's a rather unique martial arts technique."

As he spoke, he glanced at Yin Mouhu, his eyebrows furrowing:

"Hmm? Yin Mouhu, have you been working out?"

With the infusion of Xue Jing's life force, Yin Mouhu's injuries had mostly healed, and her entire body seemed to have grown slightly.

Her tight-fitting martial arts attire, which had previously been quite fitting, now seemed a bit stretched.

Yin Mouhu nodded happily, "With my injuries healed, I can finally work on regaining my figure!"

Jiang Siwei sighed, "What a waste. You look so good like this, Yin Mouhu..."

Yin Mouhu clenched her fists, "What's the point of looking good when we're not in the entertainment industry? Martial artists speak with their fists. How can someone skinny as a stick pack any punch?"

Xue Jing smiled, "A stronger Yin Mouhu has her own unique appeal. There's a certain beauty in strength."

Hearing Xue Jing's approval, Yin Mouhu beamed, "You really get it, Brother Xue!"

Jiang Siwei shook her head, "I don't quite understand you martial artists..."

Xue Jing casually asked, "By the way, when is my match today?"

Jiang Siwei checked the documents on the table and replied,

"You're the first participant, so you'll be up first. You'll be facing off against the winner of the round of 32, contestant number 4, Dai Zongnian... Your match will start in about an hour and a half."

Xue Jing nodded and inquired, "What about this Dai Zongnian? Anything I should watch out for?"

Jiang Siwei flipped through the document in her hands and pondered for a moment before answering,

"With your strength, Brother Jing, this opponent isn't particularly noteworthy. If there's one thing worth mentioning, it's that he's a disciple of 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian."

Xue Jing's eyebrows rose, "Oh?"

Martial Saint Li Taixian—a name he had come across in the Love's Proof organization's files. He was the target the organization had pursued before the last one.

A few days ago, when they first arrived at the Yuan City ceasefire base for the physical level test, Ning Yuantai had also briefly mentioned this person.

Rumor had it that he possessed a 'naturally interconnected hundred meridians,' a body akin to the innate divine bodies described in fantasy novels, marking the pinnacle of natural human potential.

Three years ago, he had consecutively won the 'Martial Saint' battle five times, earning the title of 'Eternal Martial Saint.'

He could be considered one of the strongest martial artists of this era.

A disciple of such a figure would likely be on par with Zhou Yinglin, the disciple of the Eternal War Lord.

Yin Mouhu, sitting beside them, spoke up, "Being a disciple of the Martial Saint doesn't really mean much."

She paused, choosing her words carefully, "Martial Saint Li is indeed a powerful martial artist... But it's hard to say if he's a good teacher. He has a penchant for taking on disciples, and nowadays, there are countless people claiming the title of 'disciple of the Martial Saint.'

Jiang Siwei added, "Martial Saint Li Taiyan comes from a lesser-known minor sect known as the 'Hidden River Sect.' This sect hasn't produced any remarkable sifus in recent times, except for its founder, who was a grandmaster."

"However, Martial Saint Li's talent is truly terrifying. He single-handedly elevated the martial arts of this minor sect to new heights."

"Nowadays, the Martial Saint's disciples also practice the 'Canghe School' style... But as you can imagine, not everyone in this world possesses the Martial Saint's talent. Coupled with the Martial Saint's unique teaching methods..."

Jiang Siwei paused, choosing her words carefully, "...he's very much an experiential learner. He teaches others exactly how he himself practices."

"Many of the Martial Saint's disciples have publicly complained about this, expressing that they feel misled by him..."

"This Dai Zongnian is already quite accomplished among the Martial Saint's disciples, having made it to the U19 finals and even reaching the top 16. However, he still pales in comparison to someone like Zhou Yinglin, who received personal guidance from the Gun Saint."

Yin Mouhu shook her head, "In truth, the Martial Saint should only take on disciples whose talent rivals his own, like Brother Xue. Otherwise, he's just leading them astray. If Dai Zongnian had been taken under the wing of another top-tier martial artist and received dedicated mentorship, who knows, he might have been able to give Zhou Yinglin a run for his money."

Xue Jing nodded, "I see."

...

"Hello, and good afternoon, viewers! Welcome to the U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Competition's Yuan City Finals! I'm your commentator, Tao Xingxiu!"

"After a two-day break, we're back with the quarterfinals, featuring eight thrilling matchups!"

"This year's finals boast an exceptionally high caliber of participants. As you can see, the audience is eagerly anticipating the action..."

The commentator's enthusiastic voice resonated throughout the super arena.

It seemed that the U19 tournament was gaining momentum due to certain events, and the super arena, capable of accommodating over 200,000 spectators, was now almost packed to capacity, with barely any empty seats in sight.

After a series of introductions and thanks to sponsors and advertisements, the commentator enthusiastically announced:

"Without further ado, let the matches begin! Let's welcome the first pair of contestants to the stage!"

"First, we have Dai Zongnian!"

...

In the waiting area, Xue Jing stood near the entrance of the contestant corridor, awaiting his turn to enter.

At that moment, a figure slowly strolled out from the corridor behind him and approached.

Xue Jing turned his head slightly to see a calm and steady young man whom he didn't recognize.

"Xue Jing..." The young man spoke in a calm tone.

"Who are you?" Xue Jing asked, puzzled.

The young man's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "You really don't recognize me... Oh well, it doesn't matter. I'm Song Nanxing from the 'Celestial Motion Sect'."

Xue Jing thought for a moment, attributing his lack of recollection to the side effects of Love's Proof. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, the name doesn't ring a bell..."

Song Nanxing's expression didn't change as he said, "It's fine. We can get acquainted now... Do you remember what happened a few days ago when you came to participate in the tournament and were at the arena entrance?"

A few days ago? Xue Jing racked his brains before recalling that there were a few individuals who wanted to buy his cat and had been extremely rude, prompting him to teach them a lesson.

He smiled and asked, "What about it? Are you their big brother, looking to stand up for them?"

Song Nanxing shook his head. "I've already forced the truth out of them. It was their fault, so I have no reason to intervene."

Seeing his reasonable attitude, Xue Jing asked, "Then why are you here?"

Song Nanxing replied in a slow, steady tone, "I want to have a match with you... Can we set a time after today's match?"

Xue Jing didn't agree but instead said, "Why not fight on the stage? Your skills seem decent, and we'll have a chance to face off in the quarterfinals."

Song Nanxing shook his head calmly. "In the quarterfinals, you'll likely be facing Zhou Yinglin right off the bat, and there may not be another opportunity to fight you after that."

Xue Jing smiled but didn't respond.

Song Nanxing continued, "How about it? It'll be beneficial for you. I've fought Zhou Yinglin numerous times, and I can give you pointers on what to watch out for when facing him..."

Xue Jing shook his head and sighed, "Mr. Song..."

He paused, having forgotten the young man's name, and continued, "...Mr. Song, I think you've misunderstood something."

Mr. Song... Upon hearing this overly familiar address, Song Nanxing thought of Wei Junwu, who had also casually called him Old Song, and felt a bit odd.

"You may think that Zhou Yinglin is very strong and have been studying how to defeat him, treating him like some kind of boss that requires a strategy guide to beat."

"But I'm different from you."

Xue Jing glanced at him, his tone calm.

At that moment, the commentator's enthusiastic voice could be heard from outside.

"...Let's give a round of applause for Xue Jing!"

As Xue Jing walked toward the contestant corridor, he replied without turning his head, "To me, he's not someone who needs special research. In my eyes, he's no different from any of you."

"He's just a weed that happens to be in my way and needs to be plucked."

"... " Song Nanxing watched as Xue Jing's figure moved further away, then shook his head as he stood alone.

"Is it an act of arrogance? Or does he truly believe it?"

"Very well, let's see about that."

Song Nanxing turned and walked away slowly.

...

"Boo!"

As Xue Jing emerged from the contestant corridor, he was greeted by a mix of applause and boos, the latter being quite prominent.

This was the first time he had received such treatment, and it felt rather novel.

Ever since Zhou Yinglin's intention to kill him on the stage had been made public, there had been an onslaught of online ridicule claiming that Xue Jing didn't deserve his spot. However, he hadn't expected this sentiment to carry over to the live audience.

"Get lost, you outsider hick! Go crawl back to the outskirts where you belong!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to compare yourself to Zhou Yinglin?"

Some of Zhou Yinglin's fans shouted insults, but Xue Jing merely shook his head and walked onto the stage, no longer holding back as his spiritual aura erupted without restraint.

"Hua!"

A ring-shaped wave of wind, visible to the naked eye, expanded outward from him, soon sweeping across the entire super arena. Wherever it passed, all spectators, whether cheering or jeering, fell silent.

For a moment, the venue fell into a profound silence.

The long-haired youth clad in white martial arts attire standing opposite Xue Jing also felt this powerful spiritual pressure, his body trembling as he unconsciously assumed a defensive stance.

The commentator's voice broke the silence, sounding a bit awkward: "Er... Let's take a look at Xue Jing's hexagonal data chart."

"Attack: 10, Speed: 10, Defense: 10, Technique: 10, Spirit: 10, Intelligence: 10... After the wonderful match with Yin Mouhu in the previous round, we finally have a complete data collection for Xue Jing."

"Undoubtedly, it's a perfect score of 10 across the board, a flawless hexagon!"

"This is an age-defying, exceptional score, matching that of Zhou Yinglin!"

Upon hearing this, many spectators frowned and opened their mouths to object, but the oppressive spiritual aura emanating from the youth on the stage stifled their voices.

For a moment, no one dared to voice any dissent.

"Suppressing 200,000 people with his spiritual aura alone..."

"Just how high has his spiritual power reached?"

In the contestant observation area, the participating youths exchanged astonished glances.

"...So, both contestants are in position. Let's witness this exciting showdown without further ado."

The commentator's voice seemed a bit strained, as if he, too, was affected by the oppressive atmosphere.

The referee stepped forward, instinctively positioning himself closer to Dai Zongnian and further from Xue Jing. With a trembling hand, he waved between the two youths.

"The match... begins..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he scampered away like a startled rabbit, fleeing with all his might.

A pale blue light membrane appeared, enveloping the entire large stage and isolating Xue Jing's spiritual aura.

Only then did the audience shake off the oppressive feeling, exhaling a sigh of relief.

However, even without Xue Jing's suppression, most of them had been intimidated enough to refrain from any further booing or insults.

On the stage, Dai Zongnian stood in the stance of the 'Canghe School', his gaze fixed on Xue Jing as he said solemnly:

"Please go easy on me..."

Xue Jing glanced at him and replied softly, "Mhm, you too."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Jing vanished from his original spot.

Dai Zongnian's eyes narrowed.

"He's coming from the front... Good, his speed is fast, but I can keep up and react!"

He drew his palms in front of him, his posture resembling a crane spreading its wings. The powerful force shook the air, creating rippling waves.

"Canghe Style..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a colorful flame-edged arm, sharp as a blade, appeared in front of him.

Dai Zongnian's outstretched hands seemed like a mantis trying to stop a cart, offering no resistance as they were forcefully pushed aside. His fingers, wrists, and forearms all twisted unnaturally, emitting bone-chilling cracking sounds.

The elbow pit, sharp as a blade, struck his neck and collarbone without hesitation.

"Puh!"

It was as if a giant beast had taken a huge bite out of his neck and chest, tearing away a large chunk of flesh. Dai Zongnian's body flew forward and slammed into the pale blue repulsive membrane, creating ripples like ocean waves.

He had lost consciousness before he even hit the membrane.

Before anyone could react, the match abruptly ended.

In the ensuing silence, all eyes were on the youth who was now walking back through the contestant corridor.

A spectator who had just arrived with snacks and drinks asked his friend sitting next to him, "What's going on? Has the match started yet?"

His friend hesitated for a moment before replying, "No... I think it's already over."

"Huh?"

The commentator's voice trembled.

"And we have a winner!

"In a dazzling display of his profound strength, Xue Jing overwhelmed his opponent with lightning-fast offense, instantly defeating Dai Zongnian!"

"Undoubtedly, this is the fastest match of the U19 tournament so far!"

...

(End of Chapter)

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