Chapter 267: Yuga Ling Lu: This Feeling of Despair... It's Amazing, Soul Flight! (4K)

Chapter 267: Yuga Ling Lu: This Feeling of Despair... It's Amazing, Soul Flight! (4K)



"Sch Jing, how are you feeling now?"

In the athlete's rest room, Jiang Siwei looked at Xue Jing, who was casually sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, and asked softly.

"How do I feel?" Xue Jing opened his eyes and replied.

"I don't feel anything special."

Jiang Siwei propped her chin with her hand and said, "If you win this match, you'll be getting your first championship title. You must be a little nervous, right?"

Xue Jing smiled and said, "Now that you mention it, I guess I am a bit."

Jiang Siwei nodded, "Mhm, after all, you're still young... No matter how strong you are and how certain your victory seems, it's inevitable to feel nervous once you're on the field..."

She sighed, "But I'm much more nervous than you."

"Since I started working at the Galactic Martial Arts Club, you're the first official athlete I've been in charge of. Before this, I was just running errands for other big names... I'm a total newbie myself."

"I never expected that, thanks to you, I can now be considered 'a rising star from the start.' Having been your agent, Mr. Schmog, my resume will soon be gilded."

"As long as you win the U19 championship, everything will be perfect... Although I know with your strength, it's a sure thing, but I can't help but feel nervous."

Jiang Siwei continued earnestly, "However... all of this is insignificant. Sch Jing, don't feel any pressure. Others' expectations, including those online comments about you carrying the country's honor and not being allowed to lose, are all self-imposed. You have no obligation to respond to them."

"Just enjoy the competition and don't worry about winning or losing."

Hearing this, Xue Jing spoke softly, "I understand, Sister Jiang. Don't worry."

There was no way he could be nervous, nor could he respond to others' self-imposed expectations. Xue Jing's heart was as calm as a mirror lake without a ripple.

However, Jiang Siwei, as his agent, had accompanied him for so long, and she deserved some credit for her efforts.

Saying that she was a little nervous allowed her to provide some pre-match psychological support, giving her a sense of involvement.

"Sch Jing, it's time to prepare for your entrance!"

A gentle knock on the door came from outside, accompanied by a cautious and respectful call from the staff member.

Xue Jing stood up and walked towards the door, "Then, Sister Jiang, I'll be going now."

Jiang Siwei nodded, clenching her palm. She said, "Go, Sch Jing. I wish you the best of luck."

Xue Jing opened the door and walked out, looking at the staff member, and said,

"Let's go."

The staff member gestured politely and said, "Please follow me."

...

"One is a noble young master from the Far East, born into a wealthy family, and a disciple of 'Sword Saint' Tensho Tamamatsu, inheriting the peak of ancient Far Eastern legend, the power of 'General God,' known as Tamamatsu."

"His school, Sacred General Flow, is the nightmare of countless heroes. His formidable offense has caused many geniuses to fall under his blade, and since his debut, he has remained undefeated. Furthermore, no one has ever witnessed his full strength, making him a terrifying genius with unfathomable abilities—Yuga Ling Lu!"

"The other is from an unknown small town in the outer ring, an unexpected dark horse in this U19 tournament. Initially, no one expected anything from him, but he surprised everyone with his outstanding performance before the tournament. He considers himself an eagle, looking down on other contestants as mere snails, and he has proven that his words are not empty boasts."

"His talent is unparalleled, his appearance is as handsome as a god, and his cruelty rivals that of a demon king. From being unknown to becoming a household name across the land, he has dominated his way to the highest stage in just four matches. His journey is the most legendary, unprecedented, and perhaps even the last miracle in the history of the U19 tournament!"

"Under the name of the Demon King, he embarked on his journey, writing his own legend and forever leaving the audience in awe—Sch Jing!"

"I can't describe how I feel at this moment. All I can say is, viewers, we are witnessing history!"

The commentator's voice, filled with excitement and enthusiasm, resonated throughout the Super Arena.

"Will the unstoppable rise of the Demon King continue on his lonely path of invincibility, or will he be stopped by the brave warrior standing before him..."

"Let's welcome the two contestants to the stage!"

As the commentator's voice trailed off, the Super Arena suddenly dimmed, and an intense, heart-pumping BGM started playing.

In the audience, thunderous applause and cheers filled the air, as everyone eagerly anticipated the upcoming match.

"This commentator really knows how to build up the tension. No wonder he's a famous commentator... But it's so obvious that he's biased. He's practically paving the way for Schmog, stopping just short of calling Yuga Ling Lu a stepping stone."

"It's pretty obvious, right? First of all, Schmog is from our Zhuxia, so we have to support him. If we don't, the online community will turn against him... And in reality, Schmog is the U19 organizer's favorite."

"Because of Schmog, the popularity of this U19 has increased by several levels compared to previous years... I guess they're going to make a fortune. The price of broadcasting rights keeps rising, and the stock price of the parent company, Star Heaven Entertainment, has skyrocketed."

"But isn't this a hype-kill? The more they raise him up, the higher they go, what if Schmog loses? It'll all come back like boomerangs."

"That's none of their business. The boomerangs will hit Schmog, not them."

"If Sch Jing loses this match, he'll have to drink a pot. Everyone has hyped him up so much, and they've already blown him up to be invincible among his peers. They've even started taking loans and asking fans which title they think Schmog will get first... If he loses to the Easterner, I can't even imagine."

"How could he possibly lose? Before the tournament, Zhou Yinglin was recognized as the strongest among the U19 participants. Almost everyone predicted him to be stronger than Yuga Ling Lu, but what happened? Sch Jing directly crushed him."

"Sch Jing is clearly an exceptional talent in this age group, the kind that isn't usually included in discussions about young geniuses. Yuga Ling Lu facing him won't perform much better than Zhou Yinglin. I bet 50 cents, it'll be a quick kill!"

"Martial arts competitions aren't calculated like that... Although raw power is the main criterion for determining victory, countermeasures and performance on the spot are also very important. It's hard to say."

"You guys are so boring, arguing about power levels again. We'll know once the match starts, why don't we gossip about Yuga Ling Lu and my husband's CP vibes instead? They look so good together, and they're both so handsome..."

In the audience section, a group of friends who knew each other were discussing when a young woman with bright clothing and exquisite makeup suddenly interjected.

Seeing the small fan in her hand with Sch Jing's photo, the group fell silent for a moment, then started pointing to the arena below:

"Ah, they're coming out!"

"The match is about to start, let's stop talking and watch."

...

Sch Jing slowly walked out of the athlete's entrance.

Spotlights shone on his feet, and countless cheers and applause erupted for him.

He wore a pure black martial arts uniform, his expression calm, and he walked towards the arena step by step.

The spotlight followed him, and countless cameras captured him from various angles, leaving no blind spots.

Different poses from various angles were displayed on the large screen above the arena, and with each switch, the audience erupted with screams and cheers.

After the two matches with Zhou Yinglin, he had basically stopped paying attention to public opinion, only occasionally catching snippets from those around him, indicating that his popularity was quite high.

But being at the venue and experiencing the cheers of over twenty thousand spectators, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.

He felt like he had truly become a 'superstar'.

Although he didn't particularly pursue this, he still felt a surge of motivation.

His gaze shifted slightly, and he looked at his opponent, who was also slowly walking up to the arena.

The opponent had a radiant appearance, an elegant figure, and wore a black feather robe. Her waist-length hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her gentle expression made it seem like she was there for a date rather than a competition.

Yuga Ling Lu.

Unlike the previous matches where he had fought bare-handed, he now held an old-fashioned, beautiful long sword. The grayish handle and sheath were covered in faded and oxidized marks, exuding a sense of ancient history.

"It's been a long time, Ling Lu."

Sch Jing glanced at his sword and smiled.

"Sch Jing."

Yuga Ling Lu replied with a gentle voice.

His eyes, which could even be described as charming, revealed a burning passion.

Like a volcano about to erupt, temporarily suppressed by the shackles of reason, but ready to burst forth at any moment.

"I've been waiting to stand on this arena with you for too long... I never imagined that a mere ten days would feel so agonizing."

Yuga Ling Lu smiled softly.

"Sch Jing, do you know how I feel right now?"

Stared at by eyes as if gazing at a lover, Sch Jing's lips twitched, and his fist clenched.

"How do I feel?"

He responded casually.

Yuga Ling Lu slightly lifted his head and sighed, "I'm scared."

He pulled up his sleeve, revealing his right hand clenched into a fist.

That hand was trembling.

"Stepping onto this arena and seeing you, every inch of my skin, every cell in my body is screaming at me."

He murmured.

"I can't win, I absolutely can't win, run away, escape immediately, turn and run..."

"Sch Jing, compared to when we first met, you now make me feel even more hopeless.

Sch Jing listened without reacting, his expression unchanged.

Yuga Ling Lu's eyes shone with intoxicated admiration as she spoke:

"It's... absolutely amazing!"

"Just thinking about how you're growing stronger at a pace I can never match, and the possibility of defeating you becomes more and more distant... I can't help but feel excited."

"Giving it my all, using every trick in the book, and still, it's not enough to win!"

"Ah~ Ah~ It's so hopeless, it's wonderful!"

Yuga Ling Lu's cheeks flushed, her beauty captivating yet unsettling with its allure.

"This ever-rising peak, if I could truly conquer it, what immense happiness would I find..."

"Even if that happiness is almost unattainable for me, just knowing I'm striving towards it makes me feel like I've already achieved it."

His gaze towards Sch Jing softened, and at the same time, his battle intent burned brighter.

"Sch Jing, you are my happiness."

He reached out and slowly grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist.

"Let's hurry up and... fight."

He spoke softly.

Sch Jing shook his head and said, "You're a real joker."

As he spoke, he strode towards the weapon rack at the edge of the arena, choosing a plain long sword about 1.2 meters long, and held it in his hand.

"Both contestants, take your positions and get ready."

"Next, witness..."

"Begin the match!"

The commentator's enthusiastic voice fell, and the referee waved his hand between the two contestants on the arena, signaling the start of the match.

The audience's cheers, applause, and lively discussions gradually subsided, as everyone focused their attention on the arena.

Yuga Ling Lu crouched slightly, her left hand holding the sheath of her long sword, and her right hand gently caressing the hilt.

"The essence of Sacred General Flow lies in the Slice and Combine Technique."

He spoke softly.

"Sch Jing... be careful."

The next moment—

"Clang—!"

An incredibly loud sound of metal clashing filled the arena, as if the scene had been frozen in time.

The two contestants, who were originally several meters apart, simultaneously disappeared from their original positions, appearing in the center of the arena with their long swords colliding.

A visible circular shockwave emanated from the center of the two contestants, rippling the repulsion membrane that enveloped the arena.

"Wh...at?!"

"Did anyone see that clearly?"

"What kind of speed was that?!"

The spectators in the contestant observation area stared in disbelief.

Before anyone could react, the battle in the arena changed again.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—!"

Countless sounds of metal clashing filled the air, one after another, in the span of a second. Two invisible shadows danced across the arena, their positions marked only by the sparks flying in the air.

The relentless sword slashes tore through the arena's floor, creating deep cracks. In no time, the arena was in disarray, with shattered stones and flying debris.

Amidst the intense battle, Sch Jing's eyes transformed into silver-white vertical pupils, narrowing slightly.

'Interesting.'

It was unclear if Yuga Ling Lu had suddenly improved or if he had been holding back before, but at this moment, his strength seemed far superior to Zhou Yinglin's.

Especially his speed and fluidity of attacks, which even surpassed Sch Jing's. It was only by using the Eye Penetrating Flow that Sch Jing could perceive the weaknesses in Yuga Ling Lu's relentless assault, resulting in a stalemate.

'Moreover, that sword...'

Sch Jing felt the unbearable pressure transmitted through the long sword enhanced by the Army Lord as they clashed with intense force.

True to its name, the Unworn Blade remained unyielding, withstanding temperatures of millions of degrees without the slightest particle change. It was indeed unreasonably tough.

"Sch Jing, let me witness your power that fills me with despair!"

Yuga Ling Lu's excited voice rang in Sch Jing's ears.

Sch Jing's gaze paused, and suddenly, an intense oppressive aura began to radiate from his entire being, causing the air around him to tremble.

Black lightning patterns emerged from his body, swirling and gathering around the long sword in his hand.

"Don't die on me, Yuga."

Sch Jing spoke calmly.

Facing Yuga Ling Lu's relentless sword attacks, he retracted his long sword.

In an instant, he vanished.

"Soul Flight!"

Black lightning coursed along the long sword, slicing through the air. Yuga Ling Lu's eyes widened, and he barely managed to raise his Unworn Blade to block.

"Clang!"

The clash of metal sent a terrifying force through the Unworn Blade, sending Yuga Ling Lu flying and crashing into the pale blue repulsion membrane.

A deep and horrifying wound appeared on his body, from his left waist to his right shoulder.

...

(End of Chapter)

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