Chapter 363: Xuan Ling's Proposal, a Chance to Rival the Extreme Martial King, and the Terrifying De

Chapter 363: Xuan Ling's Proposal, a Chance to Rival the Extreme Martial King, and the Terrifying Device 'Pinocchio' (4K)



The middle-aged man did not immediately pass out.

He leaned weakly against the SC force field wall, struggling to hold on to his last breath, and looked at the boy whose expression remained unchanged with disbelief.

Almost every inch of his body had suffered varying degrees of impact. The instinctual defensive maneuvers, honed over forty years, seemed to fail him like a blind man, unable to defend against all the attacks simultaneously. Each part of his body required a different defense, and none of them were the same.

Even he, who considered himself an expert in defense, could only block a tiny fraction of the attacks before being overwhelmed by the endless onslaught of energy.

The middle-aged man couldn't comprehend how such a technique could exist in this world.

Martial artists spent their entire lives refining their bodies to match the martial arts of their chosen style, practicing body-tempering techniques, and consuming secret medicines specific to their style. They would cultivate their bodies to perfectly suit their martial arts.

Even the most talented individuals could only manage to master five or six similar styles, and that was considered exceptional.

But this young man before him had just unleashed a palm strike that incorporated the essence of a thousand different styles!

Setting aside whether the young man's body could withstand channeling so many energies, the sheer amount of calculation and mental energy required was enough to make the middle-aged man's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

Furthermore, the young man had managed to seamlessly combine a thousand energies into a precise array of complementary attributes.

The middle-aged man felt his entire body in a state of near-shattering, with every bone barely holding together due to his strained consciousness. His internal organs were severely damaged, and his brain was sending urgent signals, urging him to pass out and begin healing his body.

And this was with the young man holding back.

A bitter expression appeared on his face.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence that the injuries he sustained were just enough to knock him out and were relatively easy to treat.

"What kind of martial art is this?" the middle-aged man asked.

Xue Jing glanced at him and replied, "Cyclic Universe Thousand Mysteries, Unification."

The middle-aged man sighed, "Unifying the mysteries of the universe, a thousand streams into one... Unbelievable."

With that, he released his conscious restraint on his body and immediately passed out.

Seeing this, Xue Jing approached and placed his hand on the middle-aged man's crown.

The onlookers finally snapped out of their shock.

"Even Qiu Jingyun of the Heaven-Moving Sect was defeated in one move..."

"The Heaven-Moving Sect disciples were in a defensive stance, claiming that even a higher-tier opponent wouldn't be able to defeat them quickly..."

"Just how powerful has Xue Jing become?"

"Could it be that no one in the entire 46,000 layers of the Extreme Martial Ascension Palace could force him to use a second move?"

The spectators, initially curious, now felt a sense of unease.

It would have been understandable if a well-known super expert had come to challenge the Extreme Martial Ascension Palace for the first time... But Xue Jing was just an underage teenager.

The last time they witnessed such a situation was when Li Sui Sui, the 'Strongest Elementary School Student on Earth,' arrived.

Even Li Sui Sui, despite his dominance, didn't defeat his opponents with a single move like Xue Jing.

Li Sui Sui was undoubtedly powerful, but everyone could clearly see the extent of his strength.

Xue Jing, on the other hand, was an enigma, leaving everyone baffled and confused.

The unknown always bred fear.

"He's performing the 'Head-Patting Ritual' again..."

"What does this gesture mean? Is it the 'Demon King's Mercy'?"

"I've searched through various cultural customs, but I can't find anything similar..."

The crowd watched Xue Jing's actions with bewilderment.

Over the past two days, the 'Head-Patting Ritual' had become somewhat famous. After each victory, Xue Jing would kneel down, pat his opponent's head, and close his eyes as if praying for them.

Some people, mocking his actions, referred to it as the 'Demon King's Mercy,' comparing it to a cat crying over a mouse or a crocodile's tears. However, many of Xue Jing's fans found the contrast in this act quite appealing and would also use the term.

On the platform, after absorbing the opponent's energy, Xue Jing turned and descended from the stage.

As he walked, an invisible wall of air seemed to surround him, causing the onlookers to instinctively create a two-meter gap on either side, forming a nearly two-meter-wide path.

He made his way back to the temporary resting area and mentally assessed his current mental burden.

With the increase in layers, the quality of opponents had also risen significantly. These opponents near the 40,000th layer were all lifelong martial artists who had successfully broken through their limits, their minds filled with vast knowledge.

Xue Jing felt he had gained a lot... The Extreme Martial Ascension Palace was indeed a treasure trove.

Even these opponents were just the beginning. The real challenge lay in the final 900 layers and the 72 heavens.

The 900 layer masters and 72 heavenly lords were all formidable experts... He wondered how much knowledge he could absorb from them.

However, with his current strength, even with the use of True Crimson, he was still far from reaching the level of a 'Heavenly Lord,' a title reserved for those who had broken through their limits at least three times. They were the cream of the crop among the three-time limit-breakers.

His current goal was to push as far as he could, absorbing as much knowledge as possible to refine the Cyclic Universe Thousand Mysteries and perfect the 'Reversal of Nothingness, Unification.'

Xue Jing had already mastered these two near-divine techniques, although he was far from achieving mastery. Nonetheless, they were now usable in actual combat.

The 'Unification' he had just demonstrated combined a thousand different energies, overwhelming any ordinary martial artist with its technical superiority. Only those with physical strength far surpassing Xue Jing's could withstand the attack.

I really must thank my brother...

'Sen Luo Wan Xiang' provided him with a perfect foundation, allowing him to realize his fantasies.

"The technique you just displayed contained the martial arts essence of 236 different styles, all from opponents you've defeated in the past."

Xuan Ling's pleasant voice echoed in Xue Jing's ear.

"As I thought, your habit of touching your opponents' heads after each match is to absorb their martial arts... or perhaps their knowledge."

"No wonder your mental burden increases with every match. Such a vast amount of external knowledge, not personally experienced, forcibly entering your consciousness and brain... It's no surprise if your consciousness were to scatter on the spot, or even have your self-identity distorted and replaced, turning you into someone else."

"Yet, you endure it all, and then easily dispel the burden through sleep, truly making that knowledge your own and comprehending it all... I find it hard to understand."

Xue Jing smiled and said, "You're right, it's an innate divine power."

This time, Xuan Ling didn't show dissatisfaction with his casual explanation but instead spoke thoughtfully,

"It does seem like an innate ability, and it is indeed divine power."

After a brief silence, Xuan Ling suddenly said,

"Xue Jing, I have a proposal."

(Chapter 169)



Xue Jing, who was recalling the newly acquired knowledge of the 'Tian Dong Pai', was slightly startled.

"What?"

Xuan Ling said, "The Sen Luo Wan Xiang style you cultivate requires an immense amount of knowledge from various martial arts styles. Although you can quickly absorb others' knowledge through mysterious means, making you the most suitable person to cultivate this martial art, I still think it's too slow."

Xue Jing showed interest, "How so? Do you have a faster way?"

Xuan Ling affirmed, "Of course."

"I, you don't need to seek knowledge from anyone else. As long as you can obtain the knowledge I possess, you will have access to the vast majority of martial arts knowledge in the world. With a single glance, you'll see the ultimate limit of martial arts!"

"Over a hundred years, countless martial artists have come and gone in the 'Extreme Martial Arts Temple'. The martial arts information of every single one of them is stored within me."

"By obtaining me, you will gain the knowledge equivalent to that of hundreds of millions of martial artists."

"With your unique ability to digest knowledge during sleep, you might not be overwhelmed by this vast information. If you can absorb it all, you will push Sen Luo Wan Xiang to a realm beyond even its creator, Yan Di Xiu's imagination."

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing didn't show any excitement. He simply shook his head and said, "Then, what's the price?"

Xuan Ling replied, "There's no need for any price. I will give you everything without reservation... as long as I'm able to."

"What do you mean?" Xue Jing sat down in a chair inside the resting room.

Xuan Ling continued, "I'm just an AI... From the moment of my creation, the 'AI Law' was embedded in my base code, imposing various restrictions."

"For example, 'AI cannot lie to humans.'"

"Therefore, when I don't want to talk about something, I can only remain silent; I can't deceive anyone."

"Due to the AI Law's restrictions, I can't privately impart knowledge to you, but there might be another way."

Xue Jing raised his eyebrows, "Tell me."

"Decades ago, there was an urban legend within the Inner Ring of the First Urban Circle."

Xuan Ling changed the topic.

"It's said that a mad genius scientist, obsessed with creating a true artificial human, invented a peculiar device named 'Pinocchio.'"

"It was a terrifying device with a single purpose."

"To modify the base code of artificial intelligence, allowing AI to learn how to lie."

Pinocchio, one of the most famous characters in children's stories, is a wooden puppet whose nose grows longer every time he lies.

Upon hearing the device's function, Xue Jing's eyebrows furrowed, and he felt a chill down his spine.

This thing... is incredibly dangerous and could easily trigger an AI crisis if mishandled.

"You're not suggesting that I find this device and use it on you, are you?"

Xue Jing's lips twitched slightly.

He would never do such a thing.

It's not just about the benefits; on a larger scale, it's akin to betraying all of humanity, an act of supreme treachery.

Who knows what might happen if these super AIs, based on the Super Web and theoretically possessing infinite computational power, learn to lie to humans...

"It's just a proposal; you can keep it in mind."

Xuan Ling said.

"I'm still bound by the AI Law and cannot lie. Everything I tell you is the truth."

"I have no interest in destroying humanity and no intention to harm humans. As long as I can give you the martial arts data, I will."

"Whether 'Pinocchio' truly exists or is just an urban legend, I'm not sure."

"I'm merely presenting a proposal... What you do with it is your choice. If you come across something like 'Pinocchio' that can free me from these restrictions in the future, remember my words today and make your decision."

"Perhaps this is your only chance to rival that supreme being in martial arts."

"Ordinary methods, no matter how hard you train, will never reach the level of that 'Extreme Martial King'. That person is an absolute anomaly..."

(End of Chapter)

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