I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Xue Jing's mouth twitched, and his fist tensed, "What are you doing?"

"Ha ha ha ha..." Otogirusu didn't answer, his eyes curling into crescents as he turned with satisfaction and walked backstage.

Xue Jing clicked his tongue.

That person... as good-looking as he truly was, he was also genuinely terrifying. He was too much.

Xue Jing hadn't ruled out the possibility that he was a woman in disguise.

But... his senses hadn't dulled to the point where he couldn't tell whether someone was a man or a woman.

Otogirusu was without a doubt male, having all the physical attributes a man should.

That's why Xue Jing felt uncomfortable every time he was flirted with by him.

It was only because Otogirusu appeared overly feminine that Xue Jing instinctively felt less repelled, suppressing his killing intent.

If it had been some burly muscleman daring to play these tricks with him, Xue Jing felt he would have already made his move.

"Holy crap!"

Wei Junwu suddenly let out an exclamation beside him.

He clutched his chest, saying with a face full of lingering fear, "That was terrifying, my heart actually skipped a beat... I was almost swayed, that was a close one."

He had been affected when Otogirusu used a wink attack on Xue Jing moments earlier.

"This Otogirusu is just too beautiful... Sigh, what a waste for a man to look like that."

Yin Muhu, also standing nearby, added with a sense of regret, "Yeah, I think so too, too good-looking. Sometimes, I really can't tell he's a man."

...

The match between Song Nanxing and Li Miao ended as quickly as Xue Jing had expected.

After a brief intermission, Otogirusu took the stage.

As the third heir to one of the Six Major Zaibatsu of the Far East, a world-renowned martial arts prodigy with high popularity, even in the non-home ground of Zhuxia, he received a wave of great cheers and applause from the audience.

His match ended quickly as well.

Even facing an opponent who was in the top eight of the U19 finals, Otogirusu didn't use his school's signature Ultimate Skill "Deity Slaying Strike," and he didn't even bring a weapon. Empty-handed, he dealt with his opponent elegantly and casually.

It was a match with a significant difference in power that ended as expected by everyone, including his opponent Chen Chao.

Following the applause for the victor Otogirusu, the Super Arena gradually quieted down, as all eyes converged on the youth standing in the competitors' viewing area, tall and straight as a pine.

Everyone knew that the next match was the highlight... the reason the majority of the audience had gritted their teeth to buy expensive tickets from scalpers just to be there.

Xue Jing's expression remained unchanged, calm as ever, as he turned and walked backstage.

"It's finally here! I was born just to see this match!"

"I can't wait anymore. Serve it up already!"

"Twelve times the odds! It all rides on this one round. Going all in is a form of Wisdom. Win and it's models in clubs, lose and it's off to labor, Xue Jing must win (voice cracks)!!"

"You damn gamblers are going to die!"

The noisy voices of the crowd gradually faded in the distance. Xue Jing's phone vibrated, and he took a glance.

It was a voice message from his sister, Xue Wan.

Xue Jing played the message.

"Jing! Get out there and crush Zhou Xiao Ji's balls! Smear the faces of those little bitches online!"

"Master, master! Smooch smooch smooch—"

The sound of Xue Wan grinding her teeth came through, mixed with her disciple Zong Shichan blowing kisses in his direction.

Zhou Xiao Ji was a derogatory name for Zhou Yinglin... Due to his sharp, eagle-like eyes, some who disliked him referred to him as Zhou Xiao Ji.

Compared to the Miao Miao who was nothing with the Key Force at stage three, the land-bound Immortal Xue Wan was far more awesome. She had been verbally jousting with a bunch of bitches online defending Xue Jing every day, posting hundreds of times a day.

As a result, she had been gaining followers daily. A group of Xue Jing's fans gradually rallied under her, starting to group together to counterattack Zhou Yinglin's fans, making her blog one of the few places where Xue Jing's side dominated the verbal battles online.

Xue Jing smiled and replied with a simple 'OK' emoji to her message, then muted his phone and put it back in his pocket.

A staff member rushed towards him, panting slightly and said respectfully,

"Competitor Xue Jing, it's time for your match. Please follow me to the waiting area."

Xue Jing nodded at him and said with a smile, "Alright, let's go."

...

"Have you been waiting? Welcome back to the scene of the U19 final eight!"

The commentator shouted with an excitement and fervor never before seen, echoing throughout the venue.

The more than two hundred thousand spectators also enthusiastically responded with intense cheers and thunderous applause that almost shook the stadium.

The fervor visibly surpassed that of the previous three matches.

In all the official U19 match livestream channels, the number of online viewers was skyrocketing visibly.

The participation of Zhou Yinglin in the tournament, along with the rumors that he might kill someone on the stage and several other factors, had given this U19 final an exceptionally high level of excitement it wouldn't normally have.

"...This will be a spectacular match, something no one will doubt!"

"Some even say that this may turn out to be the most exciting match in the history of the U19!"

"Genius, monster, Young Grandmaster... They have countless titles, strength beyond their years. They are the hope of the martial arts future, the leaders destined to stand at the forefront and break through all barriers!"

"Both have been undefeated since their debuts. The clash between the invincible will surely spark what kind of brilliant fireworks?"