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 2)

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"Is there anything else to say at this point? No more words are necessary, the most anticipated showdown is about to begin, let's wait and see!"

As the commentator's passionate words ended, the deafening noise in the arena continued. The referee stepped forward and waved his hand between the two contestants.

"Ready..."

"Begin!"

The referee quickly ran off the stage, and an almost invisible light blue repulsive membrane slowly formed, covering the entire large stage.

Neither of the two men in attendance made the first move. Instead, they stared at each other.

Zhou Yinglin tilted the needle-like long spear in his hand and said indifferently, "I usually don't bring weapons to competitions, but today I will make an exception for you. You should feel proud."

His words rang out through the entire Super Arena, clear as a bell to everyone present.

"What the heck? Did the organizers install sound equipment on the stage?!?"

"I knew it! During the halftime break, I saw several staff members sneaking onto the stage to set something up, and it turns out it was this!"

"Damn, they really threw away their dignity for the sake of hype... But good on them! Good on them!"

"Bring on the noise, bring on the fight, I'm loving it! More, give me more!"

On stage, Xue Jing sighed and spoke up:

"To be honest, I'm feeling pretty unhappy right now."

"This boring introduction, all that unnecessary talk, actually made it sound like you and I, a couple of dim-witted fools, are on the same level."

His words, amplified by the sound equipment, reached every corner of the Super Arena.

Clearly more skilled than Zhou Yinglin in trash-talking, Xue Jing's words elicited laughter from the audience.

"You're all talk... Do you really think your broken sword can handle my 'Flawless Embroidery'?"

Zhou Yinglin gave a soft, derisive laugh and spoke up.

"You ignorant fool, the top-tier martial arts lineages refine and perfect their top-tier techniques to the utmost degree, and they are fundamentally different from your backwater styles. There are no so-called weak points."

"Delusional fool, thinking you can break my art with mere brute force!"

Xue Jing's eyes sparkled with amusement as he beckoned to Zhou Yinglin with his finger:

"Come on, show me what you've got. Let this country bumpkin witness the might of your top-tier technique."

Zhou Yinglin sneered, "Just watch... It'll be over in an instant."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes narrowed sharply.

The needle-like long spear in his hand moved with an unbelievably swift speed, transforming into an endless torrent of spear strikes, rushing towards Xue Jing.

Perhaps due to the effect of his unique weapon, his speed far exceeded what Xue Jing had anticipated in his mental simulation of 'Zhou Yinglin'! But even so, Xue Jing was faster!

[Twin Birth] instantly activated!

With the Twin Birth speed boost, Xue Jing was like a fast-forwarded video, every action, including the circulation of his inner strength, instantly doubled without any physical limiters!

Then... [Twin Birth Flexibility]!

With this ability, Xue Jing inhaled an enormous amount of oxygen, far beyond the usual limit, rapidly circulating it within his body. The surrounding air pressure visibly rippled from the massive intake.

His body swelled up instantly, increasing in size by a full circle, his height shooting up from 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters.

His flesh, muscles, bones, and blood worked in harmony, emitting the resonating roar of a dragon. His pinpoint control focused on his right arm.

Finally, the power of [Twin Birth]!

In all the formulas for exerting strength and delivering strikes, an unconditional X2 multiplier was applied, resulting in absolute double strength!

This terrifying force was channeled into his right hand, which gripped the ancient giant sword.

The sword hummed and vibrated, distorting the air currents and creating countless subtle ripples.

Without a doubt, this was the most powerful physical attack Xue Jing could deliver at that moment. Its name—

"Spring Thunderous Strike: Abyssal Abyss!"

Xue Jing swung his right hand, holding the sword. As the blade cut through the air, it parted the airflow on both sides, creating two trails of white-hot air that hissed and crackled.

The endless torrent of spear strikes, a perfect display of human ingenuity, was like raindrops in the face of a massive true dragon, instantly obliterated by pure, overwhelming power. It was swept away without a trace.

"BOOM——!!"

A spherical blast of air spread out, and a human figure shot out like a cannonball, moving at a speed almost reaching the speed of sound. His feet dug two deep grooves in the floor as he flew, kicking up clouds of dust, and slammed into the light blue repulsive membrane with tremendous force.

"RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—"

For the first time, the repulsive membrane emitted a distinct sound, rippling like a tsunami, shaking violently as if it might not be able to withstand the impact.

At that moment, the entire Super Arena fell silent as everyone stared at the stage, their minds temporarily frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

As the dust settled, they saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the repulsive membrane, and the audience finally realized something.

"Flawless Embroidery... It's been broken!"

"Zhou Yinglin was knocked flying... Instant kill?!"

"This power... It's unbelievable! Is he really seventeen? Is he even human?!"

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times! I'm gonna be rich, rich, rich! Xue Jing, you legend (voice cracks)!"

"Wait, I think it's not over yet?!"

As the audience's commotion gradually calmed down, they realized something else—Zhou Yinglin, leaning against the repulsive membrane, seemed unharmed.

He hadn't lost consciousness, his eyes were open, and there were no apparent injuries on his body. He was just sitting on the floor, his back against the repulsive membrane.

Xue Jing's voice, filled with amusement, echoed through the arena via the sound equipment:

"So this is what you meant by ending it in an instant?"

"Get up, you city slicker with your top-tier technique. I deliberately held back and only used the air currents to graze you."

He looked at the slightly dazed Zhou Yinglin and spoke softly, "Don't worry, I was just demonstrating to someone that I could easily take you down like this... Rest assured, I won't use this sword again. Otherwise, you might not feel satisfied with your loss."

As he spoke, Xue Jing let go of the ancient giant sword, planting it into the ground beside him. It stood upright, like a mythical sword in the stone.

"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression began to change. The usually stoic young man's eyes twitched, his face flushed with shame and anger, and his sharp gaze, like that of a falcon, now held a deadly glint.

But soon, his expression returned to its usual calm.

'Recipient of the Divine Secret Art!'

'This country bumpkin can't be this strong. He must have used a Divine Secret Art!'

Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.

Suddenly, he realized something. 'No, he's bluffing!'

'He hasn't fully mastered this Divine Secret Art yet, which is why he made a mistake and didn't hit me directly!'

'And since he can only use it once, he's bluffing to intimidate me now!'

'Almost got fooled there...'

Zhou Yinglin slowly stood up, convincing himself that he had seen through Xue Jing's scheme... or rather, finding a reason to restore his shattered confidence after almost being instantly defeated.

"You..."

Before he could say anything, he saw that Xue Jing had already stepped to the edge of the stage and was examining the weapons rack. After a brief survey, he took down a nine-foot-long alloy spear.

Then, while brandishing the spear, he walked back to the center of the stage, seemingly satisfied with the weapon's feel and giving a nod of approval.

Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"You call yourself a top-tier practitioner, yet you're so feeble-minded. Your most prized possession is your 'Flawless Embroidery,' right?" Xue Jing asked curiously.

Zhou Yinglin's eyes twitched with anger as he heard Xue Jing repeatedly calling him a "feeble-minded fool."

But soon, he had no more thoughts about the name-calling as his attention shifted to something else.

"Shhhing!"

Xue Jing's right hand wielded the alloy spear, thrusting out a dozen strikes into the empty space beside him.

The flawless and endless spear torrent, without a doubt, was—Flawless Embroidery!

"I watched some of your previous matches and picked up this move. I hope you don't mind, you feeble-minded fool," Xue Jing said casually.

Enraged, Zhou Yinglin exclaimed, "You studied me?!?"

Xue Jing gave him a strange look and shook his head. "No, you misunderstood, you feeble-minded fool. Don't overestimate yourself."

"I wasn't studying you; I was studying Flawless Embroidery."

Zhou Yinglin frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Xue Jing scoffed, "As I thought, a feeble-minded fool."

"You're nothing but a piece of worthless paper with some precious knowledge scribbled on it."

"I gained the precious knowledge of Flawless Embroidery from you, but as for you, this piece of paper that's not even good for wiping my ass... I have no interest in you at all."

Due to the amplifiers on the stage, their conversation was broadcast to every corner of the Super Arena and all the live-streaming rooms.

Okagaguzuru, standing in the contestant observation area, was highly amused, laughing so hard her whole body shook.

"He really is... All talk and no action, huh? Poor guy, it's quite pitiful watching him, hehehe..."

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"You're my hero!"

In Outer Ring City, Xue Wan, who was watching the live stream, felt as refreshed as if she had just gulped down an ice-cold drink on a hot summer day. She immediately picked up her phone, opened her blog, and excitedly started a new post, targeting Zhou Yinglin's fans with her relentless comments.

...

In the First City Circle, Inner Ring, in the capital city.

A young girl with a delicate and innocent appearance watched the live stream, her eyes widening in surprise and anticipation. "Little Junior Brother...?"

...

Meanwhile, in a grand mansion within the capital city, a handsome young man paced back and forth anxiously, his eyes glued to the screen where Zhou Yinglin had just lost his composure. He muttered, "Little Ying, don't let me down now..."

...

On the stage, Zhou Yinglin's expression fluctuated as he struggled to maintain his calm. He opened his mouth and said, "So what? Big talk, even if you can play 'Moonlight' after hearing it just once, it doesn't mean your level of performance matches Beethoven's."

A smile played on Xue Jing's lips as he said, "Why don't you come and find out, you self-proclaimed Beethoven of the top-tier feeble-minded fools."

The audience was filled with bewilderment as they heard this exchange.

"How come... Zhou Yinglin seems to have accepted the term 'feeble-minded fool'? He's not even bothering to refute it."

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of Xue Jing in the blink of an eye, his speed unbelievably fast.

"Shhhing!"

The spear torrent surged forth once more, but to everyone's surprise, Xue Jing didn't move at all, as if he hadn't even realized what was happening.

Zhou Yinglin's eyes narrowed as he saw this.

"Die!"

Without holding back, he unleashed his full power, his needle-like spear aiming precisely at Xue Jing's vital points with murderous intent.

And then...

"Ding!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The spear tip struck Xue Jing's body, emitting a series of crisp sounds, but it only caused ripples of air to radiate out without inflicting any harm.

"What?!"

Zhou Yinglin was astonished, but he quickly regained his composure and continued his spear torrent.

Twenty strikes... Thirty strikes... Forty strikes... Fifty strikes...

The shadow of the Heavenly Feather Robe appeared at the tip of his spear, yet he still didn't stop.

Sixty strikes.

Sixty-five strikes.

On the sixty-sixth strike, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had a flash of insight and realized the principle behind Xue Jing's seemingly perfect defense.

He found it hard to believe, but his instincts kicked in, and he spontaneously deviated from the sequence of Flawless Embroidery, thrusting out a chaotic and improvised strike.

"Pa!"

This improvised strike was far less powerful than Flawless Embroidery, and Xue Jing easily caught the needle-like spear tip with his palm.

"You've done your best."

Xue Jing's voice was calm.

"Now, it's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in shock.

The familiar spear torrent engulfed him once more.

He tried to dodge or deflect the attacks... But Flawless Embroidery was renowned for its endless variations, perfectly countering any move an opponent might make. Any 'technical' response was futile against Flawless Embroidery.

One could only break through with sheer brute force, outmaneuver by a wide margin, or possess speed far superior to the spear wielder.

However, to do any of these, one would need to be far superior to the spear wielder in at least one aspect... Facing Xue Jing, a numerical monster, Zhou Yinglin couldn't achieve any of these.

Of course, as someone who also possessed the Flawless Embroidery spear technique, he had one more option: to counter Flawless Embroidery with Flawless Embroidery, engaging in a spear duel to see whose mastery of the art was superior.

But because of his earlier 'flash of insight,' his spear had been seized by Xue Jing!

This was an unforeseeable, colossal mistake, and for the first time, Zhou Yinglin experienced the frustration and helplessness his opponents had felt when facing him.

The relentless spear torrent engulfed him.

"Tssss! Tssss! Tssss! Tssss!"

The sound of his flesh being pierced rang out repeatedly.

Zhou Yinglin's body was riddled with hole after hole, and in no time, he was covered in them from head to toe.

With each spear strike, Xue Jing deliberately veered slightly from the originally fatal spots, precisely piercing non-vital areas.

Soon, the trajectory of the spear shadows wove a Heavenly Feather Robe around Zhou Yinglin's body, yet it continued relentlessly.

Only after delivering the eightieth strike, piercing through Zhou Yinglin's abdomen, did Xue Jing's movement finally hesitate and come to a stop.

Zhou Yinglin stood there, trembling all over, staring at his bloodied palms, which now had several additional holes. He spat out a mouthful of blood and muttered in disbelief, "Impossible, it can't be... In just a few days... Eighty strikes, it's absolutely impossible, it can't be..."

He roared, "How long have you been secretly practicing the Heavenly Feather Robe?! Ten years? Fifteen years? Why did you hide it until now!"

Xue Jing looked at the slightly insane Zhou Yinglin, tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanged as he calmly spoke a number.

"Seven days."

Zhou Yinglin scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, "Heh... Hahaha, stop kidding, you thieving rascal. This is absolutely impossible!"

Xue Jing replied indifferently, "To deem something impossible just because you can't do it yourself shows how narrow-minded you are."

Then, he changed the topic, "Now, the match is over. Next, it's time for a reckoning."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinglin, whose entire body was riddled with severe injuries, felt ashamed and indignant. He tried to say something, but before he could finish, his mouth was suddenly covered by a beautiful, jade-like hand.

Contrary to its exquisite appearance, that hand was incredibly strong, like an industrial-grade super clamp.

Xue Jing grabbed Zhou Yinglin's chin with one hand, pulling him closer, and stared into his eyes as he spoke softly,

"Don't be such a party pooper, Young Master Zhou. We still have some unfinished business, don't you want to just give up and leave?"

"Mmm—!!!"

Unable to speak or move, Zhou Yinglin's sharp eyes showed fear for the first time.

Outside the ring, the referee hesitated.

According to the rules, as long as a contestant expressed a clear intention to concede, the referee could end the match without waiting for the contestant to utter the words "I concede."

However...

Seeing Xue Jing, who was now radiating black lightning patterns from his aura, the referee dared not blow the whistle to stop the match.

Xue Jing held Zhou Yinglin's chin with one hand and gently placed the other on his wrist, his tone gentle as he spoke,

"I recall you saying that geniuses are just the threshold to meet you, right?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing gave a tug.

"Riiiip!"

Zhou Yinglin's arm was torn off, flesh, bones, and all, by Xue Jing.

The so-called top-tier constitution was already in tatters after the eighty strikes of the Heavenly Feather Robe, and now, Xue Jing effortlessly tore off his arm as if tearing a piece of paper.

"Mmm—!!!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened, and he wanted to howl in pain, but with his mouth covered, he couldn't make a sound.

"How strange. Why did this high threshold break so easily?"

Xue Jing tossed his arm aside.

Then, he gently placed his hand on Zhou Yinglin's ear.

"You're from the city, right?"

His ear was ripped off.

"Mmm—!!!"

"You're from the Thirteen Great Houses, right?"

The other ear was ripped off.

"You're from the Secret Martial Arts Society, right?"

The other arm was torn off.

"You're a genius, right?"

Xue Jing reached for his neck and yanked out his collarbone.

"Mmm—!!!"

"You're Beethoven, right?"

...

Seeing the cruel scene on the stage, reminiscent of Unit-01 tearing apart Unit-03, everyone fell silent. The psychologically weaker viewers covered their eyes, unable to watch any longer.

That strikingly handsome young man, now radiating black lightning patterns from his aura like a great demon king, left an indelible impression on everyone's minds.

From that day on, the name 'Xue the Demon King' resounded throughout Zhuxia.

On the stage, aside from his torso and head, all of Zhou Yinglin's limbs had been removed, turning him into a human stick. Xue Jing casually tossed him aside.

However, although he was on the brink of death, he was still alive.

The vitality of martial artists was truly astonishing.

"You should be glad this is happening on the stage. Killing you wouldn't be illegal, but it would be against the rules."

Xue Jing responded to Zhou Yinglin's previous arrogant words, then turned and walked towards the contestant corridor with a calm demeanor.

"Mere sand and gravel, not even worth a fraction of my attention."

There was no ending whistle, no excited commentary declaring the winner, and no applause from the audience.

The light blue repulsive membrane surrounding Xue Jing seemed to fear him, slowly dissipating as he approached, but he didn't hesitate in his steps.

One step, then another, until his figure completely disappeared into the contestant corridor. After a brief silence, the venue erupted into chaotic discussions.

"Unbeaten... Unbeaten!"

"This was a complete and utter domination! And it was against Zhou Yinglin!"

"I dare say, Xue Jing is absolutely the strongest contestant in the history of the U19, no, in all youth martial arts competitions! He's truly unbeatable!"

"An outsider from the outer ring crushing an inner ring top genius... Am I dreaming?"

"This is going to blow up the entire martial arts world!"

"A crushing victory over Zhou Yinglin... Is it fair to call him the world's strongest underage martial artist?"

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times! Hahaha, Xue Jing, Xue God! You're my hero!"

"You're fcking dead, gambling dog!"

"He said it himself in the interview, and he proved it! He's the eagle, and the others are snails!"

"The entire youth martial artist circle has welcomed their Demon King... Handsome, fierce, and witty, he's got it all! A monster who can out-insult anyone, how can there be such a freak?!"

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(I kept my promise, over ten thousand characters... To avoid breaking the chapter, I burned out completely, my health bar is empty, and I haven't slept in almost 24 hours, close to passing out...)



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