Chapter 246: Domination! Unbeaten! The Strongest! Overwhelming Zhou Yinglin! The Name of Xue the Dem

Chapter 246: Domination! Unbeaten! The Strongest! Overwhelming Zhou Yinglin! The Name of Xue the Demon King! (Part 1)





Visible black lightning patterns radiated from Xue Jing's aura, completely overwhelming and dispersing Zhou Yinglin's spiritual force field.

The entire Super Arena was enveloped by Xue Jing's 'Overwhelming Emperor's Aura'.

"Buzz... Buzz... Buzz..."

The air trembled as if an earthquake was occurring, and everyone felt their skin tingle and turn cold in a physical sense. They were all stunned as they looked towards Xue Jing, who was causing this supernatural phenomenon.

Among the audience of over 200,000, several thousand who were already physically weak and mentally exhausted fainted on the spot and lost consciousness. This should have caused a commotion, but everyone was immobilized by the oppressive substantial aura, unable to pay attention to anything else. Even those who noticed were powerless to do anything.

The extremely sturdy walls of the Super Arena were filled with tiny cracks, and the light blue repulsive membrane covering the large fighting stage constantly trembled with ripples.

Several dozen contestants closest to Xue Jing were almost all gritting their teeth, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

"Riiiiip!"

Two crisp sounds of tearing cloth made Zhou Yinglin look down at the rips in his martial arts uniform across his chest and left sleeve, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Among those present, only he and a few other quarter-finalists had protected themselves by using their spiritual force fields to shield against Xue Jing's overbearing external aura, remaining unaffected.

Zhou Yinglin tried to expand his spiritual force field outward.

However, he soon discovered that the black lightning-patterned aura emanating from Xue Jing was extremely oppressive. As soon as his field expanded beyond his body, it was immediately pushed back by the domineering force.

Looking at the torn clothes, Zhou Yinglin understood.

This wasn't because Xue Jing's spiritual energy level had surpassed his, but rather the effect of some divine secret technique.

Just a mere recipient...

As the black lightning patterns faded, Xue Jing slowly retracted his 'Overwhelming Emperor's Aura', and the silver color in his pupils also disappeared, returning to their usual deep brown color.

The extremely oppressive feeling vanished, but not a single person in the audience spoke. They silently stared at the terrifying young man, around whom the ground was cracked and strewn with rubble, stones, and pits.

"It seems you've refused my suggestion," Zhou Yinglin said calmly.

Xue Jing smiled and replied in an unwavering tone, "Get lost, you insignificant, good-for-nothing trash."

Zhou Yinglin's expression remained unchanged as he said, "You should be glad this isn't happening on the stage. Killing you in front of so many witnesses would be a crime."

Xue Jing slightly tilted his head to glance at him and sighed, "If your strength was half as tough as your mouth, I would've surrendered for real."

Without turning back, Zhou Yinglin walked away, calmly stating, "You will come to realize... the true gap between a genius and an ordinary person. You're just an arrogant country bumpkin who doesn't know his place."

As Zhou Yinglin left, the icy oppressive atmosphere between the two rivals also dissipated.

In the now quiet Super Arena, the sound of commotion gradually began to fill the air.

"Monsters... Both of them are monsters!!!"

"It's been so many years since we've seen teenagers of this caliber in the U19. This oppressive aura is just too overwhelming!"

"Someone fainted over here! Quick, we need help!"

"I feel like Xue Jing is much more fierce than Zhou Yinglin. That aura... Why does it have lightning?"

"It's an illusion, just an illusion. What we saw earlier was probably the effect of some special technique..."

"Don't tell me about illusions. Old Martial Arts is not New Martial Arts; all techniques follow a strict framework. This aura, which already has substantial physical damage, is something that even a typical Limit Master can't achieve..."

"Could there be some conspiracy at play? Did Xue Jing practice some forbidden technique and is still allowed to participate in the Old Martial Arts competition?"

"Zhou Yinglin is here too, and he's the disciple of the Eternal War Lord. Who would dare to conspire against him..."

"Then what's going on? This is simply incomprehensible..."

The commentator cleared his throat, feeling a bit embarrassed as he said, "Well, it seems like there was a little hiccup just now, but never mind that. Let's get back to the competition..."

On the stage, Wei Junwu scratched his head.

Although Xue Jing's domineering aura had been blocked by the repulsive membrane, he hadn't personally experienced it.

However, seeing the reactions of those outside the stage and recalling how he had repeatedly underestimated Xue Jing and advised him on dealing with Zhou Yinglin, Wei Junwu had a strange premonition. He felt like his cheeks were aching, as if he was about to receive a strike.

But he didn't have time to think further as his opponent had already launched an attack. The two on the stage continued their intense battle.

In the contestant observation area, Xue Jing stood at the edge, his hand resting on the railing that had been distorted by his aura.

Except for Yin Mu Hu, all the other contestants unconsciously kept their distance, staying at least 30 meters away as if they were wary of some fierce beast.

At this moment, another figure slowly walked towards him. This person had an elegant and graceful posture, an air of nobility, and was flawless.

"Lord Xue."

A soft, pleasant voice came from beside him, and Xue Jing turned to see Okagaguzuru approaching. He smiled and said, "Miss Okaga... Were you there just now?"

Okagaguzuru smiled and nodded, her exquisite and charming face radiating a gentle smile, "Yes, I've been watching you all along."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing teased, "Then you're not being very loyal. I was being bullied just now, Miss Okaga. Why did you just stand there and watch?"

"Lord Xue, this doesn't look like you're being bullied." Okagaguzuru smiled softly and pointed to the ground around Xue Jing, which was in disarray.

A blush spread across his face, and he cupped his face in his right hand, looking enamored, "That was amazing. The aura just now... It felt like I was being tightly embraced by Lord Xue."

Hearing this, Xue Jing's smile froze, and he felt a chill run down his spine as a certain part of him tightened.

He quickly waved his hands in denial, "Miss Okaga, please stop. That was truly terrifying."

Okagaguzuru saw how he was resisting, looking extremely uncomfortable, and she burst into a crisp laugh, her body shaking with mirth.

Her eyes curved into a beautiful crescent shape, "It seems I've grasped the key to defeating Lord Xue. I can't wait for our match... Perhaps a kiss would be even more effective than my ultimate technique?"

Hearing these words, Xue Jing, for the first time, displayed an expression of sheer horror. He unconsciously took a few steps back, putting more distance between himself and Okagaguzuru.

Hearing this, Yin Mu Hu, who was standing nearby, wore an expression akin to an elderly man startled by his phone on the subway.

Everyone who was focusing on Xue Jing was astonished by this scene. Why was it that Xue Jing, who had not backed down in the face of Zhou Yinglin, now seemed a bit flustered in front of Okagaguzuru?

What just happened?

Okagaguzuru also paused slightly, a wry smile on her face as she said, "I was just joking, Lord Xue."

The corners of Xue Jing's mouth twitched. "You'd better be."

He truly couldn't guarantee that if Okagaguzuru were to make such a reckless move, he wouldn't be forced to take lethal action in a fit of rage.

Aside from that uncomfortable moment, Xue Jing's impression of Okagaguzuru was quite favorable, and he considered her a friend worth befriending.

As they bantered, time slowly passed.

The results of the first match were soon announced, and as expected, it was the well-known Feng Ti Liu, Wei Junwu, who emerged victorious.

"Old Xue! How about that move of mine, 'Secret Art: Sparrow Transforming into a Phoenix'? Wasn't it cool?"

Wei Junwu, the winner of the first match, immediately approached Xue Jing in the contestant observation area, sounding rather self-satisfied.

Perhaps because Xue Jing had called him 'Old Wei' earlier, he felt that they were already quite close.

"It was alright," Xue Jing replied casually.

Okagaguzuru and Yin Mu Hu, standing beside them, smiled, understanding the implied meaning—the person wasn't that impressive.

"Hey, that feels good." Wei Junwu, who didn't catch the underlying message, immediately wore an expression of contentment and pleasure.

This was coming from the man who had been extremely arrogant, treating Zhou Yinglin as if he were nothing, and proclaiming in his interview, 'I am the eagle, and you are the snails.' Yet, he had just given Wei Junwu a 'not bad' evaluation. It felt like a high praise coming from him.

"The second match is that old fellow, Song, fighting Li Miu... You should know Old Song. He's from the Tiandong School, a 'traditional martial arts lineage' that has been passed down from the old era. Nowadays, there are very few people who practice these traditional martial arts lineages. As for the Taoist and Buddhist schools, they mostly hide in the mountains, and their disciples rarely make public appearances..."

Wei Junwu was good at striking up conversations, and he naturally continued to chat with Xue Jing, effortlessly filling any potential awkward silences even when Xue Jing responded with brief acknowledgments or indifferent remarks.

Soon, the halftime break was over, and with the commentator's voice, the second match of the quarterfinals began.

The two contestants on the stage began their battle, with the calm and steady Song Nanshan standing still, his fists poised.

"The Tiandong School is derived from the 'Tiandong Theory' of the old era, which views the self as the center of all things, unmoving yet causing the heavens to move... It emphasizes reacting to an opponent's actions naturally and taking the lead even when being the second to move. It is a lineage that has delved deeply into the art of counterattacks."

Wei Junwu introduced with a sigh.

"Old Song's got good luck. He's guaranteed a spot in the semifinals."

Xue Jing glanced at him. "Oh?"

Wei Junwu looked puzzled. "Don't you know about the double-elimination format?"

"After today's matches, there will be a winners' group and a losers' group. The day after tomorrow, the competition will continue, with the winner of the first match facing the loser of the fourth match, and likewise, the winner of the fourth match will face the loser of the first match."

He pointed at Xue Jing and himself with his thumb. "After you and Zhou Yinglin determine the winner and loser, I, as the winner of the first match, will face the loser between you two... Damn, that's hell difficulty."

Wei Junwu paused, leaving the rest unsaid.

If Xue Jing lost... then he would be killed by Zhou Yinglin, who would also lose his qualification, resulting in Wei Junwu automatically advancing to the semifinals.

Wei Junwu stuck out his tongue. "But Old Song has it easy... He's in the second match, and after winning, he'll face the loser of the third match. The third match is between Okagaguzuru and Chen Chao, and there's no need to ask who will win. It will definitely be Okagaguzuru, with Chen Chao as the loser."

"In the quarterfinals, winning two matches guarantees a spot in the semifinals, and fighting the two relatively weakest opponents... Damn, what dog-shit luck."

"Oh, I see," Xue Jing replied casually.

He didn't pay much attention to these rules and only knew that one had to lose twice to be eliminated; he hadn't realized there were other intricacies involved.

"Don't worry about it," Xue Jing said softly.

"Hmm?" Wei Junwu asked.

Xue Jing didn't elaborate, simply turning his gaze toward the stage.

With his keen eyes, he had already seen through the situation on the stage.

Facing Song Nanshan, who remained unmoving like a mountain, Li Miu was already drenched in sweat and seemed to have run out of options.

The outcome was clear.

Okagaguzuru also noticed this and softly spoke up, "Then, Lord Xue, I'll head backstage to prepare."

Hearing this, Xue Jing nodded at him.

When Okagaguzuru noticed Xue Jing's gaze on him, he smiled, winked with his right eye, and gave Xue Jing a playful, cute gesture that didn't seem befitting of a man at all.

Xue Jing's jaw clenched, and his fists tightened. "What are you doing?"

"Hehehe..." Okagaguzuru didn't answer, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he smiled contentedly and turned to walk backstage.

Xue Jing clicked his tongue.

This person... he was indeed gorgeous, but he was also truly terrifying, giving him a run for his money.

Xue Jing had suspected that Okagaguzuru might be a woman disguised as a man.

However... his senses weren't so dull that he couldn't distinguish between a man and a woman.

Okagaguzuru was undoubtedly male, possessing all the physiological traits of a man.

That was also why Xue Jing felt so uncomfortable every time Okagaguzuru flirted with him.

If it weren't for Okagaguzuru's extremely feminine appearance, Xue Jing felt that he would have already acted on his murderous impulses.

If it had been some muscular man daring to play such tricks on him, Xue Jing believed he would have taken that person's life already.

"Oh my!"

Wei Junwu, standing next to him, suddenly exclaimed.

He covered his chest, looking flustered and startled. "That was too scary. I almost got turned... Phew, that was close."

When Okagaguzuru had winked at Xue Jing, Wei Junwu had been caught in the crossfire.

"This Okagaguzuru is too beautiful... Sigh, what a waste for a man to be so pretty."

Yin Mu Hu beside him also sighed, "Yes, I feel the same. He's too good-looking, and sometimes I really can't feel that he's a man."

...

The match between Song Nanshan and Li Miu ended just as Xue Jing had expected, without much suspense.

After a brief intermission, Okagaguzuru took the stage.

As the third heir to one of the six major conglomerates of the Far East, a world-renowned teenage genius, and a global martial arts star, his popularity was immense, and even in the non-home field of Zhuxia, he received enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience.

And soon, his match was over as well.

Even when facing an opponent at the U19 Finals Quarterfinal level, Okagaguzuru did not use his signature Ultimate Move, 'Slayer of Gods', nor did he bring any weapons. With his bare hands, he elegantly and effortlessly defeated his opponent.

This was a match with a huge gap in strength, and the outcome was as expected by everyone, even his opponent, Chen Chao.

After the applause for the winner, Okagaguzuru, died down, the Super Arena gradually quieted, and all eyes turned to the tall and upright young man standing in the contestant observation area.

Everyone knew that the upcoming match was the main event... and the reason why most of the audience had bought expensive scalper tickets to be there in person.

Xue Jing remained expressionless, his calm demeanor unchanged, as he turned and walked backstage.

"It's finally here! I was born just to watch this match!"

"I can't wait any longer, bring it on!"

"Twelve times the odds! This is a make-or-break moment, gambling is a wise man's game, Xue Jing must win (voice cracks)!"

"You're fcking dead, gambling dog!"

The noisy voices of the spectators gradually faded as Xue Jing's phone vibrated. He picked it up and took a look.

It was a voice message from his sister, Xue Wan.

Xue Jing clicked to play it.

"Ah Jing!! Bring it on, tear apart Zhou Yinglin's dck! Slap those btches online so hard they can't even show their faces!"

"Master, master! Cheep cheep cheep cheep—"

Xue Wan's teeth-grinding voice was mixed with her little disciple, Zong Shi Chan, kissing her in mid-air.

Zhou Yinglin was nicknamed Zhou Xiaoji (Little Chicken Zhou) because of his sharp eyes that resembled an eagle's. Those who disliked him would call him that.

Compared to Cat Cat, a Level 3 Land Warrior, Xue Wan was much more impressive. During this time, she had been verbally sparring with a group of btches online, defending Xue Jing day and night, posting hundreds of comments a day.

As a result, her follower count kept increasing, and she gradually gathered a group of Xue Jing's fans, who started to counterattack Zhou Yinglin's fans. Her blog had become one of the few online places where Xue Jing's supporters were in the majority.

Xue Jing smiled and sent her back a simple 'OK' emoji, then put his phone on silent and put it back in his pocket.

A staff member hurriedly ran up to him, took a breath, and respectfully said, "Xue Jing, it's time for your match. Please follow me to the staging area."

Xue Jing nodded at him and smiled, "Okay, let's go."

...

"Welcome back to the U19 Finals Quarterfinals! We've been waiting for this!"

The commentator shouted with unprecedented excitement, his voice echoing throughout the arena.

The audience of over 200,000 responded with enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause, nearly shaking the entire Super Arena.

The intensity of their enthusiasm was visibly greater than for the previous three matches.

In all the official U19 competition live streams, the number of online viewers was skyrocketing at a visible rate.

Due to the presence of Zhou Yinglin, the rumors of him possibly killing someone on stage, and the fermentation of various other factors, this U19 Finals had gained unprecedented hype.

"...This will be an exciting match, and no one will doubt that!"

"Some even say that this may become the most exciting match in U19 history!"

"Geniuses, monsters, young masters... They have countless titles and possess strength beyond their years. They are the hope of the martial arts world, the trailblazers who will forge ahead and break new ground!"

"Both of them are undefeated since their debut, a collision between the invincible and the invincible, what kind of splendid sparks will it ignite?"

"Let's welcome—Xue Jing and... Zhou Yinglin!"

The simultaneous entrance, regardless of who goes first, is a special treatment usually reserved for the U19 Finals championship match.

But at this moment, it was given to a Quarterfinal match, and no one felt it was out of place.

Thunderous applause and cheers, along with screaming, reverberated like a minor earthquake, causing the entire Super Arena to tremble.

From the two contestant corridors, two figures stepped out.

One of them had eyes sharp as a falcon and held a uniquely shaped silver long spear... No, it was not so much a spear as it was an enlarged—needle.

Thinner than an ordinary spear, without a spearhead or red tassels, only extreme thinness and sharpness.

It was said that the 'Embroidered Robe Needle', a unique weapon used by the 'Spear Saint' Wu Xuanzhu, who had once held the title of Eternal Warlord, was a special long spear.

And now, Zhou Yinglin held a replica of the 'Embroidered Robe Needle'.

On the other side stood a handsome young man whose every movement exuded the dignified aura of a master.

Yes, a Demon King.

Anyone who saw the black lightning patterns radiating from his aura, as if tearing through space itself, would involuntarily think of those two words.

He dragged a giant, blunt, and rusty sword taller than himself with his right hand, stepping onto the stage.

As he walked, the ground beneath his feet cracked and shook.

The terrifying oppressive aura left everyone breathless yet thrilled.

Only when he stepped onto the stage did the domineering aura gradually subside, and the venue fell silent.

At that moment, the dedicated photographer, perched on a high platform, began the historical task of executing the 360-degree panoramic shot of Xue Jing with unwavering determination.

"...No data needed, they are full-level Hexagon Martial Artists who have broken through the upper limit of the data's definition!"

"No introduction is needed, they understood each other as soon as they locked eyes!

(End of Chapter)

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