Chapter 257: Sweeping Victory, Zhou Yinglin: "You... Don't come over here!!!" (4K)

Chapter 257: Sweeping Victory, Zhou Yinglin: "You... Don't come over here!!!" (4K)



"Is Schmog trying to hurry up and finish the match so he can go fishing? I didn't know he was also a fishing enthusiast... He just doesn't wear a helmet, so he doesn't look very professional."

"I think it's a weapon. Isn't it said that Dugu Qiubai can turn anything into a sword, be it wood, bamboo, or stone? He might be able to do the same, using a fishing rod as a spear? Anyway, it looks similar to a gun!"

"You're treating this like a novel. Come on, use your brain. The impact of weapons on combat power is much greater than you imagine. That fishing rod is obviously just an ordinary one, not a specially made one. In high-intensity martial arts competitions, it would break with the slightest touch. At most, it's just for bullying opponents who are several levels below him, and it's all for show. If Schmog is really trying to play this game, he might suffer a big loss. The gap between him and Zhou Yinglin isn't that big!"

"What else could it be? It's not a fishing competition. In a martial arts match, of course, he's bringing a weapon. He's just trying to show off."

"No wonder he's Schmog. Seeing him still so arrogant makes me feel relieved."

"Is he going to lose?"

"It's hard to say. Although in their previous match, they seemed to have a huge gap in strength, but seeing that Zhou Yinglin dares to step onto the stage again, he must have something up his sleeve. If Schmog gets too arrogant, it might indeed be a close call..."

"I also thought of this. Since Zhou Yinglin dares to step up again, the outcome is still uncertain! The odds are 5 to 1, I'm all in on him winning this round!"

"You again, you gambling addict. Last time you went all in on Sch Jing, and he won 12 times the bet. Are you going big again? You're hopeless."

...

Amidst the spectators' discussions, Sch Jing stepped onto the stage.

He carried the fishing rod on his shoulder with one hand and glanced at Zhou Yinglin, who stood opposite him.

Ignoring the cameraman circling him with a 360-degree panoramic shot, Sch Jing spoke softly:

"Zhou Yinglin, you dimwit, how dare you stand before me? Who gave you the guts?"

This time, his voice didn't echo throughout the arena; only Zhou Yinglin and the nearby referee heard it.

In the previous U19 event, the organizers added amplification equipment to the match between Sch Jing and Zhou Yinglin for publicity, causing their conversation to be broadcast not only to the entire arena but also live-streamed.

But Sch Jing's mouth... was a bit too much.

He kept calling Zhou Yinglin a dimwit with various variations, and after the shocking conclusion of the match, it started to trend online.

Many children also saw it and began imitating him, leading to a noticeable decline in their personal qualities. This resulted in numerous complaints from parents to U19, forcing the organizers to reluctantly cancel that segment.

Zhou Yinglin held the 'Embroidered Needle' in his hand, his face slightly flushed, perhaps due to Sch Jing's words.

His lips twitched slightly as he raised the needle, pointing it at Sch Jing, and said sternly: "Sch Jing, don't be so arrogant. Martial arts aren't fought with words. I'll make sure you can't speak soon."

Ever since the last match, he had been given the nickname 'dimwit' online, and hearing the instigator use that word again made it hard for him to hold back.

Sch Jing found it amusing and laughed, saying: "You're still able to say such things after being beaten like that. Indeed, I'm at a loss for words."

"If your martial skills were half as strong as your mouth, I'd be begging you not to kill me right now."

As he spoke, Sch Jing waved the fishing rod in his hand a couple of times, testing its feel.

Zhou Yinglin frowned and said: "What's with the fishing rod?"

Sch Jing held the rod in his right hand and tapped his left palm with it, smiling, "It's nothing... I just saw it and picked it up. Do you think it suits you?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhou Yinglin asked, slightly confused.

Sch Jing didn't explain, as the commentator's voice rang out.

"Here we go, finally!"

"Zhou Yinglin, who narrowly lost in the quarterfinals, has successfully revived in the losers' bracket and fought his way into the semifinals, standing before Sch Jing once again!"

"A brilliant and dazzling young talent, an unyielding will, like an indomitable hero!"

"Will he be able to avenge himself against the great demon king who once defeated him? Let's witness the rematch between the hero and the demon king!"

"And so, the match... begins!"

The referee stepped forward, waved between the two, and quickly ran off the stage.

Zhou Yinglin took a step forward and started circling around Sch Jing.

He twirled the Embroidered Needle with one hand, creating a couple of graceful moves, and said calmly as he walked:

"Sch Jing, this time is different from the last."

"I've completely seen through your feints... Do you really think that with a few divine secret techniques, you're invincible?"

Sch Jing smiled and said: "In your eyes, it seems so... So, what do you plan to do?"

Zhou Yinglin scoffed, reached into his pocket, and took out... a ball of wind?

It was a ball of light cyan air currents, swirling and gathering into a spherical shape, visible to the naked eye, constantly pulsating and spinning.

Sch Jing had initially been in a relaxed state, but upon seeing the ball of light cyan air currents, his expression turned serious, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This was...

Zhou Yinglin noticed Sch Jing's sudden seriousness, as if confirming something, and couldn't help but laugh, a joyful laughter.

"You recognize this thing, don't you? You're afraid of it!"

"A mere bestowed one dares to stand on the stage, polluting the glory of the old martial arts with dirty tricks. Today, I'll make sure you die without a place to be buried!"

Zhou Yinglin seemed to have held it in for too long, and at this moment, he shouted excitedly, his voice hoarse and cracking, sounding a bit hysterical.

After saying that, he tightly gripped the pale green wind mass in his hand.

Instantly, a pale green air current burst from his hand, spreading in a circular pattern and diffusing across the entire stage.

Sch Jing paid no attention to the increasingly arrogant Zhou Yinglin but muttered to himself:

"Primordial Wind..."

【GOD-098·Primordial Wind】.

Wu Youqing A Meng had entrusted him to steal a high-level divine relic with a serial number from the Xu Corporation.

This was a rather special divine relic; although it only had one serial number, it actually consisted of nine items... or nine paths.

Each of the nine paths of Primordial Wind possessed the same ability, holding the power to 'revert things to their origin'.

The most typical use of it was against 'things from other worlds'.

For example, people with foreign implants in their bodies, those who had practiced new martial arts and caused their bodies to mutate, or those who received blessings from foreign gods and experienced mental mutations... When brushed by the Primordial Wind, all traces of mutation would temporarily disappear.

In simple terms, any power that was not originally one's own would be unusable in the presence of this relic.

Since its discovery, the nine paths of Primordial Wind had been scattered across the world, never truly gathering together. Currently, no one knew what would happen if they were assembled into a 'complete form', or what effect it would have.

Sch Jing had a vague idea of why Wu Youqing wanted the Primordial Wind.

"Where did you get this thing from?"

He slowly asked Zhou Yinglin, who was holding the Primordial Wind.

Zhou Yinglin seemed rather excited, feeling that he had hit Sch Jing's weak spot. He chuckled but didn't answer directly, instead saying:

"Those who gain the Tao have many helpers, while those who lose it have few. There are many who want you dead, Sch Jing."

Sch Jing nodded, deep in thought.

The Primordial Wind in Zhou Yinglin's hand was probably not the one from the Xu Corporation; he didn't seem to have any connection with them.

Perhaps he got it from the Secret Martial Society?

The best users of Primordial Wind were those who practiced the old martial arts, as their power came from within, and thus they wouldn't be affected at all.

It wouldn't be surprising if an extreme old martial arts organization like the Secret Martial Society possessed it.

"I didn't expect an additional windfall. My boss will be very happy."

Sch Jing thought that if he returned with two paths of Primordial Wind, the usually calm and serene Wu Youqing might even show an expression of wide-eyed shock and joy...

As he thought about it, a gentle smile unconsciously spread across his lips.

This scene was captured by a photographer with a close-up lens and projected onto the giant screen in the arena, causing an uproar and screams from the audience.

Sch Jing ignored the outside commotion and flicked the fishing rod in his hand, activating 【Army Lord】.

The effect of weapon enhancement gradually covered the entire fishing rod, turning it into a divine weapon... Moreover, it didn't turn platinum.

This was a technique he had been experimenting with for the past few days. Since daggers and other hidden assassination weapons were also within the scope of 【Army Lord】, as long as he thought about the need for concealment when using the weapon, the platinum effect would disappear.

'As expected... even the Primordial Wind has no effect on me.'

Sch Jing thought as he pointed the fishing rod at Zhou Yinglin and said softly:

"Although you seem to have misunderstood something, I'm in a good mood right now, and I even feel like thanking you."

"I'll give you one chance, make your move."

Zhou Yinglin scoffed, "What a show-off!"

"Die, Sch Jing!"

He took a step forward, and the Embroidered Needle in his hand thrust out, without hesitation, he used Seamless Heaven.

This time, he would not lose again. Without the divine secret technique, the person before him was just a thief who had stolen Seamless Heaven!

Zhou Yinglin's skin turned slightly red, and a faint white steam rose from his forehead.

The secret medicine he took before the match started to take effect, forcibly enhancing his mental calculation ability. At this moment, he had reached the third level of Seamless Heaven - Thousand Needles! Even a Limit-Breaking Master would have to be extremely cautious under his Thousand Needles, or they might meet their end! The needle-shaped spear in his hand transformed into a stream of light, splitting into ten, then a hundred, becoming an endless flood of spear shadows that covered Sch Jing.

Closer and closer.

The country bumpkin who had humiliated him with cheating means was about to die at his hands.

Zhou Yinglin felt his whole body tingling and burning with excitement, reaching a climax. A sense of exhilaration was about to burst forth, spreading throughout his body.

He had a premonition that after killing Sch Jing, he would immediately achieve a significant breakthrough and reach the true realm of Thousand Needles..."

And just as the flood of spear shadows was about to engulf Sch Jing...

"Swish—Clang—"

The wind howled as the sound of metal clashing against metal reverberated.

Sch Jing effortlessly waved the seemingly ordinary fishing rod in his hand.

An overwhelming force, fierce to the extreme, unleashed a terrifying strike that was impossible to resist. Zhou Yinglin's Seamless Heaven, which had already taken shape, instantly tore apart like a ragged piece of clothing.

The flood of gun muzzles dissipated and collapsed, and the Embroidered Needle flew out, spinning in the air before piercing into the light blue Repulsive Membrane above the arena, causing ripples to form.

"Wh...what?!"

Zhou Yinglin's eyes widened in disbelief.

Was that... a fishing rod?

Why... how could it be like that giant sword?

How is that possible?! His hands, which had been holding the long spear, went numb, almost losing all sensation. It felt like the sensation he had experienced when he had tirelessly thrust his spear for three days and three nights under the strict supervision of his senior brother during his early training days.

What... just happened?

Amidst his confusion, Sch Jing's voice, devoid of any emotion, rang in his ears.

"You've used up your chances. You did your best."

As soon as he finished speaking, intense pain surged through Zhou Yinglin's body.

The fishing rod transformed into an endless torrent, enveloping his body.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

The unsharpened fishing rod, like a real spear, pierced his body, creating countless blood holes.

This scene was almost identical to his previous battle, except for the difference in weapons, leaving Zhou Yinglin in a daze.

"Your spear thrusts lack power."

"Your reverse strikes are not precise."

"Your footwork is loose."

"Your reactions are slow."

Sch Jing held the fishing rod in one hand, thrusting Zhou Yinglin into the air and controlling him mid-air, all while reciting criticisms.

"Not a single decent move, and you still dare to compete with me? Keep dreaming!"

With the final rebuke, Sch Jing thrust out the hundredth 'spear' with his fishing rod.

An extremely condensed Heaven's Robe, as solid as a real object, appeared and enveloped Zhou Yinglin's body.

Zhou Yinglin coughed up a mouthful of blood, kneeling on the ground as he trembled all over, gazing at the robe on his body. "Hundred... Thousand Needles, how is this possible..."

"I've practiced a few more days, so it's normal to see some improvement, right?" Sch Jing said.

"What? Can't you do it, genius?"

Zhou Yinglin's eagle-like eyes lost their sparkle completely. "Impossible, it can't be, it shouldn't..."

Sch Jing plunged the fishing rod into the ground beside him and walked towards Zhou Yinglin, speaking softly as he approached, "Still refusing to face reality? It doesn't matter, but I have some unfortunate news for you."

"The match time is up."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinglin looked up at Sch Jing, his eyes filled with deep fear.

He lay on the ground, scrambling backwards in panic, screaming hysterically, "Don't... come here!"

His voice was so loud that almost all the spectators in the arena could hear it.

Amidst the sympathetic and pitying gazes of the audience, the merciless Great Demon King, surrounded by a black thunder pattern aura, approached Zhou Yinglin and grabbed his foot.

"Bang—!"

Zhou Yinglin's body was swung in a half-circle and slammed into the ground on the other side, shattering the floor and creating a human-shaped crater.

In an instant, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly fainted. Blood gushed out from the countless holes in his body, making one wonder how much liquid a human body could contain.

"Bang—Bang—Bang—"

The sound of the body slamming into the ground echoed repeatedly as Sch Jing swung Zhou Yinglin around like a giant sword, each impact causing the entire super arena to tremble slightly, the force terrifyingly intense.

Sch Jing only stopped when Zhou Yinglin's body went limp, his bones shattered, and he hung limply like a torn sack, twisted and sprawled on the ground. Sch Jing released his grip on Zhou Yinglin's ankle.

"The human body is truly terrible as a weapon..."

Sch Jing's voice, not particularly loud, echoed throughout the silent super arena.

He walked to the side and pulled out the fishing rod embedded in the floor, waving it forcefully.

The powerful force stirred the air, gathering the Primordial Wind that had dispersed on the arena.

The Primordial Wind had a cohesive nature, even when dispersed, it would still attract each other and remain in close proximity, slowly re-condensing into a clump. So, although Zhou Yinglin had torn it apart, it didn't scatter but remained on the arena.

At this moment, Sch Jing waved the fishing rod from various angles, forcibly condensing it into a fist-sized ball of wind, which he held in one hand.

He turned and glanced at the motionless Zhou Yinglin, speaking indifferently, "I'll take this with me then."

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."

Zhou Yinglin remained silent.

"Looks like you agree, thanks."

After this insincere thanks, Sch Jing carried the undamaged fishing rod in one hand and walked towards the player's passage.

Only after his figure disappeared did the referee swallow and nervously grab the whistle hanging on his chest, blowing the whistle to signal the end of the match.

"The... winner is decided!"

...

(Forgot the setting, what a bummer, wasted a day off...)

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