I Will Eventually Become A Divine Being Through Accumulating Constantly
/ I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly Chapter 382
Chapter 382: Chapter 226: You don't realize your mistake, you know you are going to die, the collision with Zhou Yinglin (4K)_2
Xue Jing looked down on him from above and opened his mouth indifferently.
“So here comes the question, what do you mean by wanting me to apologize?”
His voice wasn't loud, very soft, and even appeared somewhat gentle, just like chatting casually with family at home.
But this quiet voice was not at all drowned out by the curly-haired man's screams; it reached clearly into the ears of everyone present.
The originally noisy crowd inexplicably felt a chill in their hearts, looking towards Xue Jing in silence as if chilled to the bone, and for a moment, aside from the curly-haired man's screaming, the scene turned eerily 'quiet'.
“Have I done anything that I should apologize for? Huh?”
Xue Jing said softly, stretching out his palm and pressing it on the curly-haired man's head, pressing down hard.
“Pfft–”
The curly-haired man was nailed into the cement floor by Xue Jing, with only his head exposed.
“You don't want to talk, huh? Then it's my turn,” Xue Jing said lightly.
The curly-haired man vomited a mouthful of blood, his face twitching.
Xue Jing stepped on his remaining head, looking down at him from above.
“Apologize.”
“What… what?” The curly-haired man, in a dazed state, heard Xue Jing's words and opened his mouth in confusion.
“Apologize to me,” Xue Jing said slowly.
“Huh?”
The man was completely baffled.
He was already in such a state, why should he apologize?
“For wha…”
The man hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt the foot on his head pressing down; he quickly changed his words:
“Sorry! I'm sorry! I'm truly sorry! I was wrong, for real!”
Xue Jing scoffed.
“You're not sorry because you think you were wrong, you just know you're about to die.”
The man's face turned red with humiliation, feeling incredibly frustrated inside… Then why the hell did you make me apologize!
Xue Jing exerted force on his foot, and with a “pfft” sound, crushed the man's remaining head into the ground as well.
“If apologies were useful, why would we bother learning martial arts?”
After speaking, Xue Jing turned and walked away.
This time, nobody dared to stop him. The dozen or so people present silently watched his departing figure, looking at each other with lingering fear.
It wasn't until he had left that people rushed to help dig the curly-haired man out.
“Brother Xiong, what should we do?”
The curly-haired man collapsed limply on the ground, his wrist dangling, horribly mangled, with a noticeable shoe print indented on his head.
He took a couple of breaths and gritted his teeth: “Call Junior Brother Song for me… That man just now, he's definitely here for the U19!”
After speaking, he turned his gaze to a white-haired young man in the crowd, who was curled up pretending he didn't exist.
“Xiao Chao, come here,” the curly-haired man said slowly.
Xiao Chao walked over to the curly-haired man tentatively, covering his bloodied hand, cautiously saying:
“Brother… ”
Before he could finish, he was struck by a massive slap to the face, sending him spinning three or four times in the air before collapsing to the ground, motionless, having passed out.
After completing this act, the curly-haired man known as Brother Xiong seemed to relax quite a bit, his expression noticeably calmed.
He turned his head to look at the receding figure of Xue Jing and gritted his teeth:
“This matter won't end just like this!”
“Huh? Xue, what happened just now?”
After meeting up with Xue Jing, Ning Yuantai asked curiously.
Xue Jing, who was scratching Miao Miao's chin, casually recounted what had just happened.
After hearing it, Ning Yuantai's nose bent with anger, and he rolled up his sleeves, cursing, “Damn it, Xue, wait for me a moment, I'm going to kill that moron!”
Xue Jing stopped him with his hand, saying:
“Enough, it's nothing serious. Let's go, it's time for us to enter the arena.”
Ning Yuantai, upon hearing this, could only grumble and follow Xue Jing towards the entrance of the Super Arena.
Chatting idly along the way, they reached the entrance of the Super Arena. Because they took the players' channel, they didn't have to queue and quickly entered the interior of the Super Arena.
Guided by a staff member, Xue Jing arrived at the door of his own resting room.
Seeing his name on the plaque hanging on the door, Xue Jing pushed it open and entered.
In the spacious resting room, Jiang Siwei, dressed in an OL outfit and wearing glasses, was already inside. She was sitting in a chair, tapping away at her laptop keyboard.
When she heard the door open, Jiang Siwei turned to look, and her eyes lit up when she saw it was Xue Jing. She greeted him.
“Little Jing!”
“Wei,” Xue Jing nodded to her with a smile.
“You've arrived just in time. Someone from the organizers came by earlier and said they wanted to record a pre-game interview…”
Jiang Siwei was speaking when she noticed Xue Jing seemed to want to say something, and immediately understood he didn't want to go, hastily adding:
“It's something every player has to do. It's been a tradition in all the previous U19 finals. You might as well go. Standing out too much isn't good either.”
Hearing this, Xue Jing nodded and said, “Alright then.”
Jiang Siwei breathed a sigh of relief, closed her laptop, stood up, and said, “Then let's go. I'll take you to the studio.”
Xue Jing followed her, winding their way towards the studio.
The Super Arena was simply too large, not just the stadium and spectator seats, but also the backstage area.
It took a full fifteen minutes to walk from the players' resting area to the studio.
While Xue Jing didn't mind, Jiang Siwei, who was leading the way, wasn't trained in martial arts and was wearing high heels, ended up panting with exhaustion, covered in a sweet sweat.
“We're here…”
She pointed to the double doors at the end of the corridor ahead, her expression showing relief.
Xue Jing followed her to the studio door, about to push it open, but the door was opened from the inside.
A teenager with eyes as sharp as a hawk's, yet with a youthful face, came out and locked eyes with Xue Jing.
That look made both of them stop in their tracks.
“Zhou,” began the middle-aged man who was speaking to the teenager, but his voice abruptly stopped.
Jiang Siwei also stiffened.
The busy and noisy inside of the studio suddenly fell silent.
“Boom—-”
A ring of intense airflow burst and expanded from the center where Xue Jing and the teenager stood off against each other.
The documents Jiang Siwei held were blown away, and the studio also filled with the sounds of flying papers and furniture crashing.
Xue Jing looked directly into those sharp hawk-like eyes, and for the first time in his life, the spiritual power deep in his consciousness boiled instinctively without his subjective command.
An unseen, intangible, yet undeniably real force emanated from both Xue Jing and the teenager, colliding with each other.
All people and living creatures within a hundred meters of the two were pressured by an inexplicable force, pinned in place, unable to move.
The collision of their Spiritual Auras caused strong air currents to continuously burst from between the two.
Zhou Yinglin…
Xue Jing immediately recognized who the person before him was.
Although he hadn't investigated beforehand and didn't know the other's appearance, with just one look, Xue Jing was certain it was him.
“Oh? What's this about, gentlemen?”
A gentle voice came through, and an elegant long-haired figure emerged from the studio.
The appearance more striking than that of women belonged to Otogirusu.
His arrival caused a momentary pause in the rivals' conflicting Spiritual Auras, and they both shifted their gazes away in tacit agreement.
“Xue Jing…”
Zhou Yinglin looked at Xue Jing, his voice plain.
“You're a bit beyond my expectations… to hold eye contact with me for more than ten seconds. Among our peers, there wouldn't be more than ten who can do that.”
“It seems you'll make for quite an amusing opponent.”
Xue Jing first nodded to Otogirusu in greeting, “Suzuka.”
Otogirusu smiled back at him, “Xue Jun.”
Only then did Xue Jing turn to Zhou Yinglin and said softly:
“You, on the other hand, are entirely within my expectations… nothing more.”
Without any change in his demeanor, Zhou Yinglin scoffed lightly, “Save the big talk for after you win, country bumpkin.”
Chapter end
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