Chapter 256: Sch Jing vs. Zhou Yinglin, Round 2, What's with the Fishing Rod? (4K)

Chapter 256: Sch Jing vs. Zhou Yinglin, Round 2, What's with the Fishing Rod? (4K)



"What's going on? Have you found out the reason?"

At the center of the Xu Corporation's 1009th floor, Xu Mu De furrowed his brows slightly, looking at the middle-aged researcher in a white lab coat standing before him.

"It's still unclear... I've checked, and the small holes on each compartment are all the same size, precise to the micrometer, and the smoothness is terrifying. It doesn't seem like they were drilled by humans..." The middle-aged researcher spoke softly, keeping his head down as he shared his findings.

Xu Mu De paused, deep in thought, "If it's not human-made, could it be that some divine artifact inside accidentally triggered an undiscovered ability?"

The researcher cleared his throat, reluctantly agreeing, "Theoretically, we can't rule out that possibility."

Xu Mu De waved his hand dismissively, "Never mind, no need to dwell on it. Nothing's been lost. Arrange for more personnel to keep a close watch during this period, even at night. Let's see if we can catch anything."

"Yes, sir," the researcher replied.

Xu Mu De then turned and hurriedly took the internal elevator to the 1049th floor.

"White Emperor Sir, what a rare guest!" The automatic doors slid open, and Xu Mu De smiled as he approached a tall teenager.

The teenager had a peculiar appearance.

His eyes were set slightly wider apart than average, and his eye sockets were deeper, giving him a mixed-race look.

Despite his youthful appearance, anyone who laid eyes on him wouldn't associate him with the word 'teenager'.

He sat there quietly, his posture casual, legs slightly apart, right elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, and his palm loosely clenched into a fist, supporting his chin.

Even in this relaxed pose, he exuded a terrifying aura, like a true dragon in the clouds, a fierce tiger on a hill, coiled and ready to strike.

He didn't look human; he seemed more like a 'demon', a mighty tiger demon disguised as a human.

Xu Mu De was well aware that the person before him was already in his late forties, having been famous for over three decades. He was one of the peak representatives of the Old Martial School.

The reason for his youthful appearance was that he had transcended the limits of human genes in his teenage years, achieving a higher level of life and gaining a superhuman body.

Transcendent masters who break limits have their spiritual consciousness covering every inch of their bodies, like true emperors ruling over their flesh. They can use their powerful spiritual commands to forcefully optimize their genes.

Most Transcendent masters achieve spiritual perfection, allowing them to constantly regulate their physical state, ensuring they remain at their peak throughout their lives. Their appearance at the time of breaking limits will be maintained, and they will always look like they are in their prime.

Therefore, the younger a Transcendent master looks, the more formidable they tend to be.

"Mr. Lu, what is your purpose for inviting me to Yuan Lai Cheng?" Zhou Yinglin, standing nearby, asked with a hint of displeasure.

A man named Lu Shen Liu glanced at him and replied softly, "If you already know, why bother asking me?"

Unexpectedly, his voice was gentle and youthful, contrasting sharply with his intimidating aura.

Zhou Yinglin's eyes twitched a few times, and he spoke stiffly, "I'll handle Sch Jing myself; there's no need for Mr. Lu to get involved."

Xu Mu De laughed, "Zhou, you're talking big again. I watched your last match, and the gap in strength between you two seemed enormous..."

Zhou Yinglin's expression remained unchanged, and he scoffed, "You, a non-martial practitioner, know nothing. My loss last time had nothing to do with strength; it was because he used means that didn't belong in the martial world."

"The Sixth Bureau Special Operations Department deliberately concealed the information about his divine secret technique, catching me off guard. But this time, I'm prepared, and the result will be different."

Xu Mu De was curious, "Oh? But I saw Sch Jing defeat you using your Seamless Heaven technique. That's not a divine secret technique..."

Zhou Yinglin replied calmly, "I told you, it was just a matter of being caught off guard."

"This guy is delusional, claiming that he learned Seamless Heaven from me in just a few days. That's impossible."

"Seamless Heaven isn't a secret in our circle. He has connections with the Zhus, and he must have obtained the information about Seamless Heaven from them long ago. Who knows how long he's been studying it to reach his current level.

"To be able to cultivate 'Seamless Heaven' to such a level, his talent is indeed impressive. But eighty guns is his limit right now. In just a few days, it's impossible for him to improve further. However, I'm different."

Zhou Yinglin clenched his palm, and his pupils seemed to burn with flames.

"Seamless Heaven against Seamless Heaven, the one with the higher cultivation level will win. I have my ways to reach the realm of 'Thousand Needles, Thousand Threads'. Once I step onto the stage and face him tomorrow, my victory is certain."

Lu Shen Liu seemed to find it amusing but didn't laugh out loud. Instead, he said, "Rest assured, I'll make my move after your match with him. This is what Zhudai Zhao specifically mentioned."

Zhou Yinglin furrowed his brows.

Lu Shen Liu's words seemed to imply that he had already assumed Zhou Yinglin would lose.

But then, Lu Shen Liu seemed to think of something and said, "However... I might not even get the chance to make a move."

A serene and gentle figure of a girl appeared in his mind.

That little girl... she's not someone to be trifled with.

Zhou Yinglin wasn't sure what Lu Shen Liu was thinking, but he took his words as an acknowledgment of his own abilities, and his expression relaxed slightly.

"Just you wait and see... Mr. Lu, it seems you've come here for nothing."

Confidence flashed in his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk.

...

The next day was the semifinal match.

Sch Jing sat in Ning Yuan Tai's car, watching him drive while occasionally glancing around nervously. Sch Jing couldn't help but sigh, "Yuan Tai, what are you doing?"

Ning Yuan Tai replied with a serious face, "I'm being cautious."

"What if Lu Shen Liu suddenly attacks us... Sch Jing, it's dangerous!"

Sch Jing was speechless, "If he really launches a surprise attack, you won't be able to react in time. This is just a futile effort."

After a pause, Sch Jing continued, "If you're scared, let me get out of the car. I'll take a taxi there."

Hearing this, Ning Yuan Tai immediately shook his head, "No way! I'm your personal driver and your top subordinate. Even if we have to die, I'll die with you!"

Sch Jing slapped his head in annoyance, making him stumble, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't be disgusting. I don't want to die with you."

The cat sitting on the seat beside him yawned and lazily swished its fluffy tail.

As they chatted, Sch Jing suddenly spotted a fishing rod through the gap in the car seat.

"Yuan Tai, do you like fishing?"

Sch Jing picked up the fishing rod, felt its weight, and asked.

"Hmm?" Ning Yuan Tai turned to glance at the fishing rod in Sch Jing's hand and replied casually, "Not really. I just go fishing occasionally with Old Xu."

Sch Jing nodded, "I see... Can I borrow this fishing rod for a while?"

Ning Yuan Tai was a bit confused but agreed, "Ah? Oh, sure, no problem."

Upon arriving at the Super Arena, Sch Jing quickly entered through the internal passage.

Perhaps due to the semifinals, the matches were becoming more exciting, and the audience was massive. The area outside was packed, almost rivaling the previous heat of the quarterfinals.

Before even reaching the player's lounge, Sch Jing ran into an acquaintance on the way.

A graceful and beautiful figure, with an androgynous appearance, the enchanting beauty, Yuga Ling Lu.

"Sch Jing."

Seeing Sch Jing carrying a fishing rod on his shoulder, he immediately reached out and greeted him with a soft voice.

"Long time no see, Ling Lu," Sch Jing smiled in response.

Yuga Ling Lu's eyes softened, and he spoke gently, "Sch Jing, I'm about to go for an interview. Would you like to join me?"

Starting from the quarterfinals, there was a pre-match interview session before each match.

Sch Jing shook his head, "Another interview? There are too many interviews. It's so troublesome to just play a match. I'm not going."

"Hehehe~" Yuga Ling Lu covered his mouth and chuckled, "That's a pity... Sch Jing's fans will be disappointed."

Sch Jing waved his hand and walked past Yuga Ling Lu, saying, "I never asked them to be my fans... They expect and then get disappointed on their own. How boring."

Yuga Ling Lu didn't turn back but whispered, "You're right, Sch Jing..."

After waiting for a while, until Sch Jing had turned the corner and left, he muttered to himself, "But I just can't help but have expectations for you..."

"And you will never disappoint me, won't you?"

...

"Good afternoon, viewers! Welcome to the finals of the U19 Unlimited Elite Combat Tournament. I'm your commentator, Tao Xing Xiu!"

"After a period of intense competition, the tournament has finally reached the semifinals. Every player who made it this far is a master among masters, a genius among geniuses!"

"What kind of exciting match will these four extraordinary youths bring us today? Let's wait and see..."

As the commentator's voice continued, Sch Jing silently appeared in the player's viewing area.

This time, among the twenty thousand spectators and more than twenty contestants watching, not a single person noticed his arrival.

【Concealment Lv9 (291/8000)】

After this period of intentional and unintentional experience grinding, the skill he had activated not long ago, Concealment, had already reached Lv9.

At this moment, when he used his breath to block and suppress his entire aura, his presence had become astonishingly low.

As long as his 'Motion Qi' remained absolutely calm and did not generate any killing intent, malice, or battle intent, even martial arts experts with extremely sensitive senses would subconsciously ignore him standing in front of them.

As the commentator's enthusiastic voice filled the air, the match was about to begin.

Yuga Ling Lu and Song Nan Xing entered the arena.

Sch Jing quietly watched the two on the stage.

With his own stillness, Heaven Movement School's Song Nan Xing, known for his expertise in defense and counterattacks, faced off against the renowned Yuga Ling Lu, who was praised for her extreme speed and the 'Thousand Cuts in an Instant' moniker.

This would be an exciting match.

As Sch Jing had expected, and as most of the audience predicted, the two fought fiercely.

The defensive counterattacks versus the relentless offense, the rapid moves and counters, as the fight progressed, the two of them seemed to transform into bolts of lightning. Their exchanges of punches and kicks surpassed the limits of human dynamic vision, leaving the spectators in awe and unable to keep up with their speed.

However, only Sch Jing and some top-tier experts could discern the two's condition.

One of them was relaxed and at ease, as if playing a game, while the other was giving it his all, his nerves taut.

The match concluded with Yuga Ling Lu's 'Divine General's Slash' that she used for the first time in this U19 tournament.

In that moment, the hand blade he swung out had layer upon layer of attacks, and Song Nan Xing had no means of resistance. Even the best defense could not withstand such an absolute offense.

"Interesting..." Sch Jing's eyes lit up slightly as he muttered to himself.

He then turned around and quietly left the contestant viewing area, returning backstage without a sound.

From start to finish, almost no one noticed his arrival or departure.

Next up was his second match against Zhou Yinglin.

...

"Welcome back to the U19 Finals Semi-Finals! I'm your host, Tao Xing Xiu!"

"Thank you to contestants Song Nan Xing and Yuga Ling Lu for their thrilling battle! Next, we'll witness an even more intense and exciting match!"

"Come on, let's give them a big cheer!"

Following the commentator's lead, the audience enthusiastically began to cheer.

"Sch Jing—Sch Jing—Sch Jing—"

The cheers for Sch Jing echoed throughout the arena, initially chaotic but gradually becoming more synchronized and louder.

"Sch Jing's popularity is... so exaggerated."

In the contestant viewing area, Yin Mu Hu sighed.

Yuga Ling Lu, who had also finished her match and was now here, smiled and said:

"Sch Jing is indeed worthy of everyone's attention."

"It's great. I also want to face Sch Jing on the stage as soon as possible..."

He looked towards the contestant passage where Zhou Yinglin belonged and spoke softly.

"Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—Zhou Yinglin—"

After Sch Jing's cheering ended, it was Zhou Yinglin's turn.

Although he had suffered a miserable defeat at Sch Jing's hands once before, which greatly affected his popularity, he had been in the industry for a long time and had many die-hard fans. Their cheers were not weak.

However, he seemed to lack confidence, and his voice was ultimately not as loud.

"Let's welcome—the two contestants!"

It seemed that he had indeed made up his mind to take on this challenge head-on. This time, Sch Jing and Zhou Yinglin's second match still received the treatment of a finals championship match, with both contestants entering the arena simultaneously.

Sch Jing walked out of the contestant passage with a fishing rod on his shoulder.

Unlike the previous time, he no longer needed the 'Tyrant Color Dominance' to silence the entire audience.

The deafening cheers were mostly for him.

"Huh? A fishing rod?"

"What's Schmog doing with a fishing rod? Where's that door-sized greatsword?"

Some spectators were filled with confusion.

"No way..." But some people guessed something and stood up with wide eyes.

...

(End of Chapter)

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