I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Xue Jing pushed away the arm draped over his shoulder and smiled noncommittally, "Oh? Is that so?"

Seeing that Xue Jing didn't seem too concerned, Wei Junwu scratched his head, unable to come up with anything else, and sighed,

"...Moreover, he's a prodigy with an inherently high Spiritual Level, very strong in using his spiritual power... He even wrote a martial arts paper that won an award."

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, "Oh really... What did he write, 'My Army Master Mentor'?"

Wei Junwu replied helplessly, "No, it was a paper on how to scientifically train the computational ability of spiritual consciousness..."

Xue Jing waved his hand, "Alright, no need to say more, I get what you mean."

As Xue Jing walked forward, not looking back, he said:

"Wei... Old Wei, it's only because you mean well that I patiently listened to so much irrelevant nonsense about Zhou Yinglin."

"But you have to understand one thing... I am nothing like you guys who have been shat on by Zhou Yinglin, absolutely nothing alike."

"It's okay if you don't understand now, you'll get it soon."

Wei Junwu was taken aback, watching his retreating figure, shook his head, and sighed:

"Ah, every genius acts like this until they meet a stronger one... I hope he's okay."

...

"Hello everyone, good afternoon, and welcome back to the live final of the U19 No-Limit Elite Fighting Competition in Yuan City, I am your commentator Tao Xingshou!"

"Wow~ Today really is, words can't describe the crowd, the audience is so enthusiastic, even more lively than previous finals, which shows just how much everyone is looking forward to the competitors in this tournament..."

As the commentator rambled on, Xue Jing stood in the contestant viewing area with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the ring.

Those who had made it into the top eight were no weaklings, and the matches were worth watching closely, so Xue Jing planned to observe them from up close throughout.

Yin Muhu stood beside him.

After treatments from Xue Jing and several days of rest, Yin Muhu's muscles had begun to bulge, and his appearance had grown rugged and robust, but still retained a hint of a beautiful girl's charm.

Since even defeated contestants could enter the contestant viewing area, it was quite lively today. Most of the thirty-two contestants had shown up, gathering in small groups.

Including Dai Zongnian, who had been utterly defeated by Xue Jing's Thunder Plough Hot Knife just a few days ago, wrapped in bandages and standing at the farthest diagonal spot from Xue Jing, not daring to even glance in his direction, seemingly left with a psychological trauma.

As the commentator finished the opening remarks and the match was about to start, most in the audience weren't much interested in the match itself but frequently turned their gaze towards Xue Jing in the contestant section.

"It's too pitiful, the stakes are so high, it's practically a public execution..."

"Is this draw really not rigged... I'm starting to question the credibility of U19."

"I didn't believe the rumor at first, but since it came from Wei Junwu and the draw turned out this way... I'm beginning to think it might be true."

"Zhou Yinglin wouldn't really kill someone on the ring, right? Even though the contestants have signed a waiver, it's not illegal, but he'd be disqualified on the spot."

"You talking about anything else is fine, but talking about disqualification is a bit funny... Zhou Yinglin doesn't need the championship of U19, neither the prestige nor the prize money matter to him, and the most important 'title match points' he already got during the 'Small Dragon Gate Cup.' His participation in this competition really serves no purpose..."

"Sss... That's really terrifying when you put it that way, he wouldn't really come here from another city just to kill Xue Jing, would he?"

"If that's true, it's such a pity. Such a young and talented genius, just managed to break out from a place like the Outer Ring, and now he might die here..."

"Why bother with all that, as long as the match is exciting, it's rare for someone to die in a martial arts competition, and today's going to be thrilling!"

"So, who are you betting on? The odds for Xue Jing winning have reached twelve to one, wanna make a big bet?"

"Stop joking, I might gamble a little if it were someone else, but Impeccable is known for their consistent performance, hardly ever any surprises, Zhou Yinglin has definitely won, I'm not betting..."

...

"... without further ado, let the match begin!"

As the commentator's voice fell, the referee waved his hand, and a Repulsion Membrane enveloped the ring where Wei Junwu and a youth named Huang Lu faced each other in fighting stances.

As they began to fight, a sudden uproar of surprised exclamations erupted from the spectator stands.

All eyes were drawn to the contestant viewing area.

Because... a young man with an eagle-sharp gaze had appeared there, heading towards another focus of everyone's attention!

"Wei Junwu's Phoenix Cry School, also a prestigious school from the Inner Ring, especially known for its Kungfu Body building. They say it evolved from an ancient martial art called the Huahuang Technique of the Old Era..."

Yin Muhu excitedly informed Xue Jing in her juvenile girlish voice.

But suddenly, she realized something was amiss.

Everyone around... was looking at her and Xue Jing's back with a look of surprise and eeriness.

Yin Muhu suddenly turned, and her pupils shrank to pinpoints.

At a distance of less than two meters, someone was standing... who had been there for who knows how long, having stood behind her since earlier!

At such a close distance, and from such a sensitive position behind her, she had not detected any sign at all!

Zhou Yinglin...

With a wary gaze, Yin Muhu watched this sharp-eyed youth and unconsciously adopted a defensive boxing stance.

However, Zhou Yinglin's gaze did not linger on her at all.

"Shady Girl, step back a bit,"

Xue Jing spoke, his voice gentle and unfluctuating.

Upon hearing this, Yin Muhu wiped the sweat that had appeared on her forehead at some point, nodded her head, responded with a yes, and stepped farther to the side.

Seeing this, Zhou Yinglin moved forward, stood next to Xue Jing, and extended his well-defined right hand to rest on the railing in front of him, his gaze similarly towards the ring.

All the contestants around who saw the two standing together felt the atmosphere sink into an eerie silence.

On the ring, Wei Junwu and Huang Lu's fight was fierce, but nobody paid attention to them.

The silence continued for a while before Zhou Yinglin spoke again.

"Xue Jing... I'll give you a chance,"

His voice remained as calm as ever.

"Once you're on stage, cripple your Kungfu Body yourself, swear never to practice martial arts again... This way, I'll spare your life,"

As these words came out, everyone who heard them widened their eyes in shock.

Whether he was acting crazy or just posing, he truly admitted publicly that he planned to kill Xue Jing on the ring!

Before people could recover from their shock, Zhou Yinglin added indifferently:

"If it's you, you should understand, my proposal is quite good,"

Suddenly, a gust of malevolent wind spread out from him.

A strong spiritual aura, heavy as a thousand jun, pressed down on everyone around.

The young prodigies, who had made it to the U19 finals, trembled involuntarily, teeth clattering, unable to move.

And most of that oppressive aura was concentrated on Xue Jing.

"You... can't defeat me,"

Zhou Yinglin stated flatly.

The commotion here was too great, not only had the spectators shifted their gaze over, but even the two on the stage temporarily stopped and looked towards the spectator area of the contestants.

Under the gaze of everyone in the entire Super Arena, Xue Jing, without turning his head, said softly:

"Don't speak recklessly; it only exposes your weakness,"

No sooner had he spoken,

"Humming——!!"

The floor shattered, the railing twisted, the air vibrated, the lights trembled.

Countless pitch-black lightning patterns radiated from Xue Jing's entire body.

Zhou Yinglin's spiritual aura covering him was instantly dispersed.

"I have a piece of advice for you,"

Xue Jing slowly turned his head, his silvery-white divine pupils looked dismissively and coldly at Zhou Yinglin.

"Don't pretend you can handle consequences you can't bear..."

...

(The climax needs groundwork; please be patient and give some time to this slow and clumsy chef who is setting the stage for a more spectacular burst. Once we hit the climax, I'll write it out all at once without dragging it out—I promise you'll enjoy it.)