Chapter 269: The Unworn Blade, and the Unfortunate Victim

Chapter 269: The Unworn Blade, and the Unfortunate Victim

"A... a kiss?"

"No way, is this for real? This couldn't have been intentional, right?"

"It's definitely intentional! How could a martial artist of their level make such a basic mistake and trip on flat ground?"

"Hahaha, Schmog's face is turning green... No wonder, Yuga Ling Lu, you easily did what Zhou Yinglin couldn't do in his entire life."

"Damn, although I sensed his inappropriate intentions towards Sch Jing during the pre-match interview, he seemed normal during the fight, so I overlooked this. I didn't expect this to happen!"

"Being good-looking is a curse; even guys will be attracted to him... But in the case of Yuga Ling Lu, even though I'm straight, I think it's possible."

"This person looks so flirtatious... Is this really a cross-dressing woman?"

"Ahhhh! A cool and restrained seme and a playful and teasing uke, both with breathtaking looks. Can I really have it this good?"

"Oh my, is this something we get to see for free?"

The audience was left stunned.

In the athlete observation area, Muhu Yin was startled for a while before reaching out and patting the shoulder of Wei Junwu, who was standing beside her.

"You were right after all..."

Wei Junwu scratched his head.

Before the match, he had indeed joked that the outcome wasn't the most important part, and something delightful might happen... But he never expected it to actually happen.

He turned to look at Song Nan Xing beside him.

"Old Song, what do you think?"

Song Nan Xing's eyes twitched, "Don't ask me, I don't know anything, and I don't want to say anything."

Wei Junwu rubbed his chin.

"Yuga Ling Lu's appearance is indeed terrifying. Poor Schmog, he's had quite an experience... Could he have been exposed to a new world?"

On the stage.

Sch Jing reached out and wiped his collarbone.

He looked down at the red lipstick mark on his palm, feeling like the sky was about to collapse, and his mental fortitude was on the verge of shattering.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

Damn... He had been kissed by a guy.

Wait, there's still a chance.

Sch Jing's lips twitched as he turned to look at Yuga Ling Lu, who was standing beside him.

For some reason, unlike his previous carefree and playful demeanor, Yuga Ling Lu now looked apprehensive and slightly shy. Upon noticing Sch Jing's gaze, he averted his eyes and blushed slightly, looking every bit like a girl who had done something embarrassing.

Seeing this, Sch Jing's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Bro, you're not serious, are you?

"Ling Lu."

Sch Jing spoke slowly, his voice strained.

"Tell me, you're actually a girl, and you're cross-dressing as a man. You're really a girl, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yuga Ling Lu's enchanting face showed a hint of apology, and he spoke softly, "こめんなさい (I'm sorry), Sch Jing."

Hearing this apology, Sch Jing sighed and covered his forehead with his palm.

After a while, he lowered his hand, his expression returning to normal. "Alright, then. I'll be going now."

After saying this, Sch Jing turned to leave.

But suddenly, Yuga Ling Lu reached out and grabbed his arm, speaking softly, "Wait a moment, Sch Jing. You've won the championship, and there's still the trophy presentation and post-match speech. You can't leave yet."

Sch Jing, without changing his expression, exerted a subtle force, causing Yuga Ling Lu's hand holding his arm to fall away.

Seeing this, Yuga Ling Lu was taken aback. A hint of disappointment flashed across his face, but was quickly concealed as he smiled, "There's no need to be so afraid. I won't do anything to you, Sch Jing. It was just an accident earlier."

"I'll be going now... All the glory from now on will solely belong to you."

After Yuga Ling Lu finished speaking, he turned and walked away with his usual graceful demeanor, heading towards the athlete's corridor in his direction.

Sch Jing watched his departing figure, frowning slightly, feeling that something was amiss.

But before he could ponder further, a host, dressed in a suit and holding a microphone, had already stepped onto the stage, followed by several staff members carrying a black platform with a golden trophy on it. The platform had a slightly transparent black crystal base, and many names were engraved on it—the names of past U19 champions.

Due to the damage caused by the fight between Sch Jing and Yuga Ling Lu, the stage was uneven, and the host stumbled slightly as he approached, almost falling.

He reached Sch Jing's side, raised the microphone, and announced with a smile, "I hereby declare that the winner of the 37th U19 Unlimited Elite Combat Championship is—Sch Jing!"

"Please accept the trophy, Sch Jing!"

Upon hearing this, Sch Jing reached out and lifted the golden trophy in front of him.

The trophy was intricately carved with several slender and exquisite dragon shapes, each in a unique posture, chasing after the dragon pearl at the top. The base was made of a material resembling black crystal, slightly transparent, and had many names engraved on it—the names of past U19 champions.

From now on, Sch Jing's name would be forever engraved on it.

He raised the trophy high, and the audience immediately burst into enthusiastic applause that lasted for a long time.

Everyone's attention was on the young man on the stage, full of vigor and spirit.

"He's at his peak right from the start... Winning the U19 Championship in his first match, where will he go from here?"

"It's just the U19 Championship. What's the big deal? 'True Dragon' Wan Yulu just debuted not long ago and is not even 25 years old, right? He swept through all the 'small titles' and obtained tickets to the seven major title matches. Schmog still has a long way to go."

"Sch Jing is only 17. At the same age, he might not lose to Wan Yulu."

"If we're talking about 17-year-olds, Wan Yulu might not be able to beat Schmog. His displayed combat power is too exaggerated... But that might not be the case when he's 25. You won't believe it, but Wan Yulu is a late bloomer. The older he gets, the faster he improves. Can you believe it?"

"The overall level of martial artists improves every year, and the competition is fierce. To consistently win titles and strive for the 'Eternal' title in this era is truly terrifying. I wouldn't be surprised if they had some kind of system backing them up..."

"Why think so much? Anyway, we have one more top-tier genius to keep an eye on this year. We can watch his competitions and enjoy the thrill!"

On the stage.

The host smiled and spoke, "We all know that this is your first martial arts competition, but you've directly claimed your first championship title. What are your thoughts on this?"

As he spoke, he handed the microphone to Sch Jing.

Sch Jing placed the trophy on the podium, took the microphone, thought for a moment, and slowly said, "First of all, I'd like to express my gratitude to my master, Li Qi, for introducing me to this world..."

...

By the time Sch Jing finished his speech and returned to the athlete's rest room with the trophy and prize money, it was already half an hour later.

"Jing!!!"

As soon as she entered, Jiang Siwei immediately rushed over, hugging Sch Jing tightly. Her long legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, bounced excitedly as she expressed her excitement.

"You're amazing! You're truly amazing! You won the championship!!!"

Jiang Siwei was so happy that tears welled up in her eyes.

Sch Jing smiled and hugged her back, then patted her back and said, "Sister Wei, don't be so excited. This is just the beginning."

Jiang Siwei released Sch Jing, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smiled, saying, "Yes, this is just the beginning..."

Sch Jing's eyes suddenly lit up as he noticed something new in the rest room that wasn't there before.

He turned to look, and in the corner of the room, on a hook on the wall, hung a seemingly ancient and beautiful long sword.

The grayish-brown handle and sheath were covered in faded and oxidized marks, exuding a sense of historical weight. It looked very familiar—it was the same as the one in Yuga Ling Lu's hands, the Divine Relic 【GOD-519: Unworn Blade】.

"Sister Wei, did Yuga Ling Lu come by earlier?"

Sch Jing walked over to the wall and took the ancient sword off the hook.

It was hung there using the rope wrapped around the sheath.

【Detected divine substance, absorbing divinity...】

"No, I've been in the rest room the whole time, and no one has come by."

Jiang Siwei shook her head. Seeing Sch Jing take down the Unworn Blade, she asked curiously, "Hmm? Was this sword here in the room before? I don't remember seeing it."

Sch Jing didn't answer but clicked the blade out of its sheath, revealing a small section of the shiny silver blade.

Unlike the handle and sheath, the blade showed no signs of aging. It was as smooth as a mirror, without a single flaw, easily reflecting Sch Jing's face.

It looked like a masterpiece freshly forged by a master craftsman; the entire blade seemed 'new'.

"Unworn Blade..."

Sch Jing drew the sword completely out, gently caressing the blade, which, including the handle, was nearly one meter and thirty centimeters long. His eyes shone with admiration.

This sword-shaped Divine Relic had an extremely simple ability—a pure conceptual 'never dull'...

No external force could cause even the slightest change to it. It was a very pure ability, yet it was something all martial artists who used swords longed for.

Who could refuse a weapon that would never break and always remain sharp, never dulling? Even though Sch Jing possessed 【Army Lord】, allowing him to pick up anything and turn it into a divine weapon, the Unworn Blade still held significant meaning for him.

"This thing has the characteristic of 'choosing its master'. When the holder acknowledges in their heart that they have lost to another person, it will transfer to the winner's hands..."

Sch Jing pondered.

According to Jiang Siwei, Yuga Ling Lu hadn't come to the rest room. It seemed that after acknowledging his defeat, the Unworn Blade had transferred itself to the rest room, waiting for Sch Jing, its new master.

"Very good... From now on, you are my sword."

Sch Jing muttered to himself, holding the sword horizontally above his head.

"After countless years of wandering, you've endured so much. Rest assured, I will be your last master."

"No one can take you away."

As if in response to Sch Jing's words, or perhaps just a reflection of the light, a cold light flashed on the blade of the Unworn Blade.

"Click—"

Sch Jing sheathed the sword and picked up his phone.

As soon as he turned off the do-not-disturb mode, his phone vibrated nonstop with incoming messages from various chat apps and multiple missed call notifications.

Just as he was about to start replying, there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Wei, open the door and see who it is."

Sch Jing spoke up.

Jiang Siwei nodded and walked to the door, opening it.

"Who are you?"

She looked at the few people standing outside, led by a handsome young man.

The young man smiled slightly and said, "Sch Jing, is Mr. Xu Mu De here?"

Hearing the voice, Sch Jing turned to look, his expression unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

The visitor was none other than Xu Mu De!

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(End of Chapter)

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