I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

"Demon King Xue is still Demon King Xue... It seems that last time beating Huang Lu was just a fluke of kindness, seeing him this brutal again puts me at ease."

"Kindness? Heard that after the match, Huang Lu woke up and posted over twenty blogs, from doubting his own worth to apologizing to his parents and sect for disappointing them, wondering if he should continue martial arts practice... He was nearly beaten into retirement."

"I can't believe that fishing rod was actually used as a weapon, how did Demon King Xue do it? Could it be that it just looks ordinary, but is actually made from some super material?"

"Stop making excuses for Zhou Yinglin, honestly, is there still anyone unclear about the gap between them after these two matches? Did Demon King Xue need to resort to such sneaky methods? It was purely an overwhelming display of power! He could beat you with any fishing rod!"

"That power is truly terrifying. Last match you could still find an excuse, maybe he was intimidated by that giant sword, played abnormally, or underestimated Demon King Xue... But this time, fully prepared, getting obliterated by Demon King Xue with a fishing rod, it's just too shameful to watch..."

"Impeccable, again impeccable! And although it was too fast to see clearly, but looking at that Heavenly Feather Garment, it clearly reached the realm of 'Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads,' Demon King Xue has improved again!"

"How many days has it been? Those seven days he mentioned in the interview claiming to practice up to eighty spears couldn't actually be true, right?"

"This sounds absurd, absolutely impossible, but considering it's Demon King Xue, I'm starting to think it's pretty normal..."

"Information about Demon King Xue has basically been dug up online, it's said that he hasn't even been practicing martial arts for four months!"

"How is that even possible, you believe that? Unless he was meticulously nurtured from child to adulthood I'd eat my hat! Living in the Outer Ring and only four months of martial arts practice? How many systems does his body have?" Experience new tales on empire

"Damn it, Zhou Yinglin, if you can't win why do you act so confident? Why was I blind to bet on you, lost everything I won last time!"

"Typical gambler's doom, feels good."

With the end of the semifinals, Xue Jing and Zhou Yinglin's rematch sparked fiery discussions both among the onsite audience and online.

...

Competitors' viewing area.

Wei Junwu's palm was clenched on the railing, gripping very tightly, his eyes gleaming as he watched the stage.

He asked Song Nanxing, who was standing next to him:

"Old Song, what do you think?"

Song Nanxing glanced at Wei Junwu, his tone calm: "What do you mean?"

He had just fought a match against Otogirusu, his body slashed with wounds from the Deity Slaying Strike, now bandaged up like a mummy.

"I'm talking about Old Xue! What's your current view on him?"

Wei Junwu tapped his fingers on the railing, his expression somewhat excited.

Song Nanxing shook his head: "... He's not someone I'm qualified to judge."

Earlier on, he had underestimated Xue Jing and had sought him out alone to offer some advice, which now seemed quite ridiculous given the face-slapping result.

However, his practice was exactly the type that emphasized perseverance and cultivation of a cool and indifferent heart, and he wasn't too bothered about it.

Right now, having seen Xue Jing's recent match, he had come to a clear realization about one thing.

Xue Jing... was no longer part of the same world as these so-called young geniuses.

He was an even more terrifying monster... The only thing he had in common with them was his age.

"To me, Zhou Yinglin isn't someone I need to study specially, in my eyes, he's the same as you guys."

"—Just weeds that need to be plucked as I pass by."

Song Nanxing recalled what Xue Jing had told him... now it seemed, Xue Jing's words contained no arrogance, just stating the plain truth.

"Honestly, it's hard to believe he actually came from the Outer Ring of the Fifth Metropolitan Circle... He feels more like a monster raised in a gu-husbandry chamber from the Seventh Metropolitan Circle."

The Seventh Metropolitan Circle, home to the Extreme Martial King, where the martial arts culture is the most developed in the world, with a tough community steadfast in martial arts practice.

The old martial arts titles, along with the high-valued special title 'Champion', are mostly held by martial artists from the Seventh Metropolitan Circle, with two of the three major titles in the Far East also taken by martial artists who crossed seas from the Seventh Metropolitan Circle.

The strength of martial artists there, is more than ten times that of any other metropolitan circle...

If it were not for their pride, apart from title matches, they typically wouldn't stoop to participate in any competitions outside the Seventh Metropolitan Circle, otherwise all national martial arts competitions could pretty much be dominated by their people.

"Ah, I finally understand why that Miss is so obsessed with him."

Wei Junwu sighed.

"Mr. Zhu. It's not that I'm not helping you, but a person like this is destined to rise spectacularly... no one can stop him..."

...

Returning to the backstage athletes' lounge, Xue Jing handed back the fishing rod to Ning Yuantai, then caught Miao Miao who leaped towards him and placed the cat on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Yuantai, I didn't damage it, should still be usable," Xue Jing said with a smile.

Ning Yuantai extended his hand, a look of reverence on his face as he regarded the fishing rod, as if handling a fragile precious item, he carefully took it into his hands.

"What are you talking about..."

He replied first, then happily started fidgeting with the fishing rod in his hands, thinking to himself: It's probably not usable anymore.