I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Its name is—

"Awakening of Insects·Chenyuan!"

The right hand wielding the sword swept out, splitting the air along the blade's edges, carving out two high-temperature white air currents, hissing as they went.

The endless barrage of spear attacks, the display of Supreme Ingenuity, now seemed like mere droplets of light rain. Faced with the massive True Dragon surging through the air, they were instantly crushed by the pure, supreme force, scattered without a trace.

"Boom—!!"

The spherical storm of airflow spread out, a figure shot out like a cannonball, nearly reaching the speed of sound, flew violently away, dragging two deep grooves along the ground with his feet, stirring up a cloud of dust, and slammed hard into the pale blue Repulsion Membrane.

"Bump bump bump bump—"

For the first time, the Repulsion Membrane made a noticeable noise, wafting huge tsunami-like ripples, trembling as if it might not withstand much more.

Looking at the scene before them, the venue fell silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the arena, their brains momentarily short-circuiting, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

It wasn't until the dust settled that they saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the Repulsion Membrane, and the reality of the situation dawned on the crowd.

"Impeccable... has been broken!"

"Zhou Yinglin got blown away... A one-hit kill!?"

"This power... inconceivable; what kind of monster is this? Is he really seventeen years old? Really human!?"

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahaha, I'm going to be rich, rich! Xue Jing is the shit（cracked voice）!"

"Wait, it seems it's not over yet!?"

The clamor from the audience gradually subsided, because... Zhou Yinglin on the platform appeared to be unharmed.

He was not unconscious, his eyes were still open, no apparent injuries on his body, just sitting on the ground, leaning against the Repulsion Membrane.

Xue Jing's voice, tinged with amusement, carried through the loudspeaker, filling the entire area:

"Is this the 'instant' you said it would be over?"

"Get up, you low-wit city dweller with a Top-Level Skill Body; I kept my distance just right, only grazed you with the rolling air currents."

He looked at a somewhat dazed Zhou Yinglin and spoke softly:

"Don't be nervous, I just wanted to show someone how easily I could finish you... Don't worry, I won't use this sword again. Otherwise, you wouldn't be quite satisfied with your loss, would you?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing planted the Giant Sword he held in his right hand into the ground beside him, letting it stand upright like the legendary sword in the stone.

"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression slowly began to change, his usually impassive face started twitching at the corner of his eyes—humiliation, rage, his complexion turning from red to white and back again, his sharp, hawk-like eyes flashing with killing intent.

But soon, he regained his composure.

'Blessed One... God-Given Secret Art!'

'This country bumpkin can't be this strong, he must be using a God-Given Secret Art!'

Zhou Yinglin clenched his teeth.

He quickly came to a conclusion—an answer!

'No, he's bluffing!'

'He hasn't fully mastered this God-Given Secret Art; that's why he missed. That's why he couldn't hit me!'

'And, the secret technique can only be used once... That's why he needs to bluff to scare me now!'

'Almost got bluffed...'

Zhou Yinglin slowly stood up, believing he'd seen through Xue Jing's scheme... or rather, found a reason to convince himself, rebuilding the confidence that had almost collapsed when he was nearly killed in one blow.

"You..."

He was about to say something, but then he saw Xue Jing had already walked over to the weapon rack at the edge of the platform, glanced over it, and picked up a nine-chi alloy spear.

He walked back to the center of the platform, gesturing with the spear in his hand, seemingly quite satisfied with the feel, even nodding his head in approval.

Zhou Yinglin narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"The thing you're most proud of is 'Impeccable,' isn't it?" Xue Jing asked curiously.

Already unsettled from nearly being smashed to pieces a moment ago, Zhou Yinglin, hearing Xue Jing call him an 'idiot' again, felt his eyes twitch with anger.

But soon, he lost interest in the epithet and his eyes widened instead.

"Swish swish swish swish—" Your adventure continues at empire

Xue Jing held the alloy spear in his right hand and pierced the empty space beside him with a dozen thrusts.

That flawless barrage of spear attacks, undoubtedly, was—Impeccable!

"I watched your match earlier and picked it up, you don't mind, do you, idiot?" Xue Jing casually inquired.

Zhou Yinglin erupted, "You've been studying me!?"

Xue Jing looked at him in surprise, shook his head, and said:

"No, you're mistaken, idiot. Don't flatter yourself."

"I wasn't studying you; I was studying Impeccable."

Zhou Yinglin frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Xue Jing scoffed, "A true idiot indeed."

"Don't you get it? What I mean is, you're just a piece of paper with precious knowledge written on it."

"I've obtained the precious knowledge of Impeccable from you, but as for you, the piece of paper that's not even good enough to wipe one's ass with... I have no interest."

Since the arena was equipped with loudspeakers, the entire conversation from start to end was broadcasted throughout the venue, including all the live streams online.

Otogirusu stood in the contestant spectating area, amused to the point of shaking with laughter:

"Really, completely defeated in both words and action, Mr. Zhou. It looks so pitiful, ke ke ke ke..."

...

"Truly worthy of my beloved!"