Chapter 247: Reactions from All Sides, Post-Match Interview (4K)

Chapter 247: Reactions from All Sides, Post-Match Interview (4K)



Spectator Area:

"A monster, a true monster!"

"The old martial arts world is about to undergo a seismic shift..."

"Did you see how Xue Jing effortlessly blocked Zhou Yinglin's flawless attack? If I'm not mistaken... No, it can't be. Even the 'Martial Saint' Li Taixian couldn't achieve that, could he?"

"Did he just say he practiced the Flawless Technique for only seven days? Is that even possible?"

"Impossible."

"Hmph, just because you can't do something doesn't mean it's impossible. Your narrow-mindedness is showing."

"You son of a bitch, stop pretending! We know you're faking it. You don't have what it takes, so stop trying to be something you're not. It's embarrassing."

Wei Junwu stared dumbfounded at Xue Jing's retreating figure, then suddenly—

"Pa pa pa pa pa—"

His right hand moved like a machine gun, slapping himself rapidly on the right cheek.

Standing next to him, Song Nanxing's eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Yin Mushu watched as Zhou Yinglin, surrounded by medical personnel and experts, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Once again, I offer my gratitude to Brother Xue for sparing his life..."

...

At the Canglong Dojo, in the Tranquility Room:

Li Qi, Meng Boshang, Meng Qingjiao, and Chen Fuguang gathered together, eyes glued to the live broadcast.

"Holy sht!"

"Is that our junior disciple? Our Canglong Dojo's junior disciple?" Chen Fuguang's eyes widened as he lunged forward, hugging the television in excitement. He stared intently at the screen from up close.

Li Qi wheeled himself over and slapped the back of Chen Fuguang's head, sending him tumbling sideways. "Get out of the way, you idiot! Don't block the TV."

Li Qi then wheeled himself closer and hugged the television, his eyes glued to the screen as he let out cheerful laughter.

"...” Meng Qingjiao opened her mouth in surprise at the sight of her master blocking the view, nearly causing a medical miracle.

"...” At that moment, her father, Meng Boshang, silently took out his phone, pulled up the live broadcast, and handed it to her.

...

At Xue Jing's home in Qingcheng:

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!"

Xue Wan and Zong Sichan jumped into each other's arms, screaming and jumping like fanatical concertgoers seeing their idol take the stage.

...

In the ancient attic of the Qingda Library's seventh floor:

In the quiet attic, an elegant young woman held a hardcover book titled "The Three Primordials—The Forgotten One." However, her attention was clearly elsewhere as she absentmindedly flipped through the pages.

On the table in front of her, a phone played the live broadcast, and next to it, a lit matchstick stood upright.

"..."

Wu Youqing sighed and said helplessly, "Just watch the match properly instead of jumping around like that."

"..."

"He's the most extraordinary person I've ever met. Seeing him reach this level doesn't surprise me."

"..."

"What do you mean by 'showing off your love'? You're such a child."

...

In the capital city, within a study adorned with antique furnishings:

"Bang!"

A young girl with a delicate and innocent appearance rushed into the room.

An elderly man with glasses, who had been reading a scroll, turned his gaze towards her, his eyes softening with affection.

As he was about to speak, the girl slapped the desk in front of him and exclaimed joyfully, "Grandfather, he did it! Our junior disciple did it! Can I go back now?!”

The elderly man's refined and amiable expression froze for a moment.

...

Also in the capital, within a grand mansion, a handsome young man wore a gloomy expression. He clenched his fist and punched the wall beside him.

"Boom—!!”

The entire mansion trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

"Send someone to Tianjing Lake to deliver this recording to Mr. Wu!"

"Those bastards from the Special Service gave me false information... Get me Lu Baidi on the line and ask if he's still taking on jobs!"

"Also, call the Xu family and tell them to arrange a super surgery for Lin at the Xu Bio Company in Yuancheng... And the Secret Martial Arts Society, contact them and say there's been a change of plans. Have them send 'that thing' to Lin."

...

In a large bar in Yuancheng:

In a private booth, a group of individuals with unusual appearances, their bodies bearing signs of exotic implants, were huddled together, their eyes fixed on the holographic live broadcast above them.

Seated at the center was a middle-aged man of staggering proportions. He stood nearly three meters tall and occupied four seats by himself, resembling a giant.

His body was exceptionally robust, even bordering on obese. However, his arms were the most striking feature—not only were they disproportionately long and thick, but their circumference was comparable to his waist. If he stood up straight, he could touch the floor without bending down.

"It's interesting. This old martial arts system, which should have been swept into the dustbin of history, has produced a string of talented individuals in recent years. What a waste."

The deep and resonant voice of the gigantic man drowned out the noisy bar, ensuring everyone around could hear him clearly.

Not far from him, a woman named Qiao Ying watched the cruel youth on the screen, her face flushed. Suddenly, her body tensed up, and she began to tremble rhythmically, shaking for a while before stopping, only to start again moments later.

After over a dozen repetitions, she finally relaxed and slumped back.

"Damn, why is the floor wet?!"

Her companion, a woman with silver-gold streaked hair, cursed as she stepped into a puddle of water.

...

"The winner... has been decided!!"

The shocked and trembling voice of the commentator reverberated throughout the Super Arena.

"Xue Jing has displayed an absolutely overwhelming strength beyond anyone's expectations and decisively claimed victory!"

"Unbelievable, simply unbelievable! This level of skill should not belong to a seventeen-year-old. He even exhibited Zhou Yinglin's signature move, 'Flawless,' and defeated his opponent in their area of expertise!"

"It feels like a dream..."

As Xue Jing walked through the contestant passageway and into the backstage area, the commentator's voice gradually faded.

He exhaled softly, feeling a sense of calm wash over him, as if a burden had been lifted, and a sense of satisfaction filled him.

Although he had never really cared about others' opinions, as he had always been confident in his own abilities, he knew how strong he was.

Zhou Yinglin's constant provocations and the countless doubts from the outside world, though like raindrops on a window, had accumulated some pent-up frustration within him.

It was only when he stepped onto the stage and faced Zhou Yinglin that he realized he had been carrying this frustration.

Xue Jing opened his panel to take a look.

[...Striking Experience +3267 (Maxed Out)]



[...True Martial Experience +2529]



...

A row of experience prompts appeared, indicating a substantial harvest, especially in [Striking], which had been maxed out.

"This fight wasn't too difficult, but the experience gained was quite unexpected."

Xue Jing pondered for a moment, then understood the reason.

Zhou Yinglin's strength was actually quite formidable. As a renowned genius of the old martial arts among the younger generation nationwide, his performance on the stage did not reflect his true capabilities.

The reason for such a crushing defeat was simply because his opponent was Xue Jing.

Although it wasn't intentional, in order to master the 'Flawless' technique, Xue Jing had simulated countless life-and-death battles with Zhou Yinglin in his consciousness, thoroughly understanding him to the point where he knew Zhou Yinglin better than Zhou knew himself.

Not to mention, in terms of strength, he was completely capable of suppressing Zhou Yinglin.

With both understanding and strength maximized, the result was akin to bullying a child...

Xue Jing closed the panel and took out his phone as he walked toward the contestant lounge.

As soon as he turned off do-not-disturb mode, his phone started vibrating wildly.

There were already 99+ unread messages on WeChat, and the notifications kept popping up.

Upon opening the list, he saw that over twenty people had sent him messages—Li Gang, some other classmates from Qingfu High School, several senior martial brothers and sisters from Canglong Dojo, and even Hu Ren and Shan Chuan from White Crow.

Everyone was expressing their shock and admiration, with comments like, "Brother Jing is amazing!" "Boss Xue is incredible!" "You got me all worked up!"

Xue Jing replied to each of them, temporarily ignoring the twenty-plus messages and continuous voice messages from Xue Wan.

Before he reached the contestant lounge, he saw two people turning the corner at the end of the corridor and running excitedly toward him.

"Brother Xue!!"

"So awesome! Too awesome!"

Ning Yuantai shouted excitedly, his voice cracking due to his enthusiasm.

Jiang Siwei, on the other hand, threw herself at Xue Jing, hanging onto him as she rubbed her cheeks against his affectionately.

"Xiao Jing, you're the best, you're the strongest! You're amazing! Even Zhou Yinglin couldn't stand in your way! Now your fame will truly soar!"

She lost her composure and couldn't help but shower kisses on Xue Jing's cheeks.

Xue Jing reached out his hands to support her underarms and lifted her up, setting her down on the ground with a smile.

"Alright, Wei, calm down."

Jiang Siwei came back to her senses, her cheeks reddening as she rubbed them awkwardly. "Sorry, I got too excited."

"Hey, Brother Xue, where's the Forgotten Giant Sword?"

Ning Yuantai suddenly noticed that Xue Jing's hands were empty and asked curiously.

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing paused, realizing that he had forgotten about the sword.

Damn, I was too focused on showing off.

He scratched his head and said, "... Yuantai, can you go get it for me? It should still be on the stage."

Ning Yuantai's eyes lit up at these words, and his burly frame trembled as he saluted Xue Jing with military precision. "Mission accepted!"

With that, he happily ran towards the contestant passageway.

He wanted the whole world to know that he was the brother who had carried Xue Jing's sword!

For now, let's not mention how Ning Yuantai proudly strolled around the stage, brandishing the Forgotten Giant Sword on his shoulder and showing it off to the audience after retrieving it.

Back in the lounge, Xue Jing was just about to mentally simulate and review the match, wanting to see if there was any improvement in his Flawless technique.

At that moment, his phone started vibrating and ringing, indicating an incoming call.

He picked it up and saw that it was from A-Dream Youqing.

Xue Jing answered the call and put the phone to his ear, chuckling, "Yo?"

A serene and soothing voice, one that calmed the listener, came through the receiver, "I watched the match. You fought well."

Xue Jing's fingers tapped restlessly on the table in front of him as he replied with a smile, "Of course, I can't lose face for you, Boss."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Right, Boss..."

"Am I in the clear regarding what I did to Zhou Yinglin?"

Wu Youqing gave a soft affirmative, "Although your methods were a bit cruel, it's fine as long as he doesn't die. As long as he lives, there won't be any issues."

"With me around, even if they want to take revenge, they can only use aboveboard means. You don't have to worry."

Xue Jing nodded, "That's good to hear."

As long as the trouble wasn't directed at his loved ones, he had very few fears.

Currently, he had too many ways to ensure his own safety.

As long as they didn't stoop to dirty tactics like kidnapping his family, Xue Jing wasn't afraid.

"However, you didn't hold back this time. With how you dealt with Zhou Yinglin, it's as good as tearing off the mask and declaring open enmity. Even if the issues with the Zhu family and the Secret Martial Arts Society are resolved, there's no going back from this." Wu Youqing spoke up.

Xue Jing smiled but remained silent.

"Now that you've revealed a significant portion of your strength, the next batch of troublemakers won't be as easy to deal with as Zhou Yinglin. You'll need to be more careful."

"I understand," Xue Jing replied softly.

After chatting with Wu Youqing for a while longer, Xue Jing ended the call.

He stretched his arms above his head and was just about to start his mental simulation review when—

"Bang bang—"

There was a knock on the door.

"Hmm?"

Xue Jing stood up and walked over to open the door.

Outside stood a short-haired woman in an OL-style outfit, holding a microphone, her hair styled intricately. Beside her was a man carrying a camera.

When she saw that the person who answered the door was Xue Jing, her eyes lit up, and she revealed a bright smile. She asked, "Xue Jing, I'm Ke Jiaqian, in charge of the post-match interview. You can call me Little Ke... May I interview you now?"

"An interview?" Xue Jing glanced at the camera lens pointed at him and was about to refuse.

But after a moment's thought, he nodded, "Alright, come in."

He stepped aside to let them enter the lounge.

As Ke Jiaqian had basically given up on getting an interview with Xue Jing, who had turned down all previous requests, she was stunned by his sudden agreement. Her face flushed, and her mind began to wander.

Could it be that he's taken a liking to me...?

If he makes a move on me after the interview...should I accept or not...?

Xue Jing frowned, "Are you coming in or not?"

"Yes, yes, thank you!" Ke Jiaqian snapped back to reality and quickly entered the lounge, followed excitedly by the cameraman.

After adjusting the camera position, Xue Jing sat in front of the lens.

Ke Jiaqian sat beside him, holding the microphone towards Xue Jing as she cleared her throat.

"Then, let's begin."

"First of all, congratulations to Xue Jing for winning this match and securing a good start in the quarterfinals."

"I'd like to ask Xue Jing, what are your thoughts on your opponent in this match—Zhou Yinglin's performance?"

This was a deliberately provocative question, but Xue Jing didn't mind.

He smiled and said, "Performance... did he even have a 'performance'? It was more like an embarrassing display."

Ke Jiaqian cleared her throat, "I see, so that's how it is. The next question is, I'm curious, how did you, Xue Jing, manage to use Zhou Yinglin's signature move, 'Flawless'? Is it a special martial art similar to 'Little Void Skill'?"

Xue Jing gave her a strange look, "Didn't I say it already? I learned it from Zhou Yinglin himself, just a few days ago."

...

(Dizziness and fatigue from lack of rest... but the great response from the previous chapter has me wired...)

(End of Chapter)

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