I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

Given the degree of isolation between the inner and outer rings, it was quite unexpected that this event, which occurred in the inner ring, spread to the old network of the outer ring so quickly and became a hot topic.

It doesn't feel like normal transmission; it seems more like someone is deliberately pushing it.

Xue Jing shook his head and said:

"This is unnecessary... Do you think this will make Zhou Yinglin think twice?"

He didn't know if Zhou Yinglin would be affected, but his own fist was already hardening.

They really treated him like a child. Did the person who did this look down on him, or did they think too highly of Zhou Yinglin?

Now he really can't help but show off.

Thinking about this, Xue Jing suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"No... If we think about it from the opposite perspective, maybe this is the real purpose of that 'promoter'."

"Giving me the Forgotten Greatsword, pointing out the flawless weakness in my defenses, and having Wei Junwu make public statements in an attempt to make Zhou Yinglin think twice... These actions seem to be helping me and taking care of me, but in fact, they may be the opposite."

Xue Jing looked thoughtful.

"Is this done on purpose... to provoke my 'youthful spirit' and force me to prove myself?"

"Maybe that's true... but it's also possible that I'm just overthinking it."

The cat scrolled through the comments on the news article on its phone with its paws, frowning as it said:

"It's rare to see someone get criticized like this. It seems Zhou Yinglin has a lot of fans."

Xue Jing glanced at the screen and saw comments such as, "No, what level is Zhou Yinglin? What level is Xue Jing? Don't try to piggyback on his success, okay?", "Wei Junwu wouldn't say such nonsense without ten years of cerebral thrombosis. What makes Xue Jing think he's worthy of Zhou Yinglin coming all the way here to beat him up? I'm about to burst out laughing.", "Let's see if he can make it to the top eight and meet Zhou Yinglin. Don't make a fool of yourself by failing to even make it to the top eight."

The arguments mostly focus on the fact that Xue Jing's level is not comparable to Zhou Yinglin's.

These were relatively rational analyses; most of the comments were direct attacks on Xue Jing, this "overconfident little Karami."

This completely ignores the fact that Xue Jing himself never said anything.

Xue Jing was completely unaffected by this cyberbullying; she just thought these people were incredibly idle or had too much to eat.

The cat, however, grew increasingly angry as it looked at the scene, and its paws hardened.

She started typing comments on the screen to defend Xue Jing and argue with people, but she was quickly outnumbered and ridiculed, making her fur stand on end.

"The lack of real-name registration for internet access saved you all... otherwise, I, the cult leader, would have come knocking on your doors one by one and scratched your faces until they were covered in bruises!"

Her delicate cat-like face contorted into a human-like expression of gritted teeth.

Seeing that the cat's paw had involuntarily scratched the phone screen, Xue Jing quickly reminded it:

"Be careful, replacing a screen is a hassle."

The cat retracted its paw and said angrily:

"Ah Jing, you absolutely have to beat Zhou Yinglin up! Make a big show of it and slap those keyboard-typing idiots until their faces are swollen!"

Xue Jing chuckled and patted her fluffy little head, comforting her like a child, "Okay, okay, don't be angry anymore. Don't look at your phone. I'll make you something to eat."

The cat angrily swept the phone aside with its front paws.

……

The next day, in the consciousness space, on the grand arena, Xue Jing stood in the center of the arena, his eyes closed, his whole body empty, without making any movement.

Opposite him, Zhou Yinglin held a nine-foot-long spear, assuming the "Embracing the Pipa" stance from the Twenty-Four Spear Techniques, with the spear tip pointing directly at Xue Jing.

After a long standoff, Zhou Yinglin made his move.

The shadows of gunfire transformed into a torrent, engulfing Xue Jing like a giant wave. The almost endless subsequent changes blocked all escape routes and defenses, leaving only the option of taking the hit head-on.

Xue Jing remained motionless, not even exerting any force, simply emptying his mind and waiting for the torrent of spears to descend upon him.

Just as the first shot was about to touch Xue Jing, almost touching his skin...

His heightened senses instantly perceived everything about the shot, including its force, the trajectory of the energy, and even all possible subsequent changes.

Immediately, my body moved instinctively.

The force was channeled, exactly the same as, but completely opposite to, the force of the spear, and it was precisely concentrated on the point where the spear had struck.

From the outside perspective, Zhou Yinglin's shot seemed to have lightly touched Xue Jing, causing no harm whatsoever, only producing a crisp 'ding' sound and sending out a ripple of air.

Then came the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...

Having foreseen the subsequent changes, Xue Jing concentrated the opposite force on the points where the spear had struck, neutralizing the attack.

As a result, the crisp "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound continued, but Xue Jing was not harmed in the slightest.

It wasn't until the twelfth shot that Xue Jing's mental calculation ability couldn't keep up, and he was a step too slow. His physical strength was also a step too slow, and a small bloody hole was pierced in his body.

Once this started to fall behind, the subsequent defeat was inevitable, and the body was torn to pieces by dozens of subsequent shots.

The small pixels rotated and converged, and Xue Jing was resurrected and reappeared on the arena.

He nodded and said:

"The near-divine move, 'Return to Nothingness,' has already shown initial results. My idea is indeed achievable. It can even neutralize complex and perfect marksmanship like 'Seamless Armor.'"

"This is because my understanding of 'perfect' is quite profound. If it were a martial art I had never been exposed to before, I wouldn't be able to do this."

"But as my understanding of martial arts gradually strengthens, one day I will reach the point where I can see through all martial arts in the world at a glance. At that time, even if I have never seen a martial arts attack before, I will be able to understand it instantly and neutralize it instantly."

He clenched his fist, and the pixelated pieces spun and converged, revealing a nine-foot steel spear in his palm.

He then walked up to Zhou Yinglin.

"Flawless, stitched with ten needles and a hundred threads."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!"

A cold light flashed, and the spear shot out like a dragon, piercing towards Zhou Yinglin like a curtain of rain.

"Ding ding ding ding——"

Zhou Yinglin countered with the same flawless technique, and after fifteen sounds of spear tips clashing, Xue Jing stopped his spear thrust.

This is his current limit: fifteen shots.

Compared to the ten shots I took yesterday when I first started learning 'ten needles and a hundred threads', this is five more shots.

Xue Jing nodded and said, "Your progress is not bad. Keep practicing."

Xue Jing spent the entire day immersed in the cultivation of consciousness simulation.

If you're mentally exhausted, take a break; once you've rested, continue.

With the help of Zhou Yinglin, a professional sparring partner, and undergoing extremely high-intensity, life-or-death cheat-level training, Xue Jing's progress was terrifyingly fast.

By the time the day of the Round of 16 arrived, Xue Jing's flawless technique had reached the level of his twenty-fifth strike.

The number of flawless spears that could be eliminated by 'Return to Nothingness' reached twenty-one.

This means that the first twenty-one shots fired by Zhou Yinglin were essentially meaningless to him.

At this point, only three days had passed since he mastered the art of perfect imitation.

In a situation no one could have imagined, in just three days, Xue Jing had almost stripped Zhou Yinglin bare.

Around noon, Xue Jing, accompanied by Ning Yuantai, arrived at the Yuancheng Super Arena once again.

Upon opening the door to the players' lounge, I found two people already inside.

Jiang Siwei and... Yin Muhu.

Xue Jing stared at the beautiful, somewhat slender figure for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Yin-mei, are you feeling better?"

At this moment, Yin Muhu was wearing a very close-fitting martial arts uniform, with bandages wrapped around his entire waist and abdomen. His slender waist accentuated the breathtaking presence of his full breasts, and although his pair of fleshy long legs were covered by trousers, their beautiful shape could still be vaguely seen from their outline.

She is extremely tall, nearly two meters, but has a large frame. She doesn't have the skinny, stick-like appearance that comes with being too tall. Instead, she is perfectly proportioned, just the right amount of height. Any more or less would make her look fat or thin. Her figure is so good that it would make even world-class Victoria's Secret models feel ashamed.

"Brother Xue, I'm much better now," Yin Muhu greeted him with a smile, though his voice was weak and he sounded quite frail, indicating that his injuries were still quite serious.

Xue Jing walked to her side, put his hand on her shoulder, and used his internal energy to probe her body.

"The injury is too severe. You are also suffering from exhaustion due to the use of profound techniques that deplete your vital energy. Your mental strength is overdrawn and your vitality is also weak. In this condition, we cannot even administer strong medicine, otherwise it will kill you."

"If you take it slow, it will take at least three months to heal..."

Xue Jing frowned slightly.

Three months is far too long for a martial artist who is seventeen or eighteen years old and making rapid progress.

"It's alright, three months is three months. Brother Xue, there's no need to worry. This is a result I anticipated before the competition and was prepared to accept."

Yin Muhu laughed freely and spoke in a sweet, youthful voice that perfectly matched her current appearance.

Xue Jing thought for a moment and said, "It's not that there's no way, Yin Mei, stretch out your hand."

Upon hearing this, Yin Muhu, though unsure of Xue Jing's intentions, complied without hesitation out of trust.

Although he had lost weight, Yin Muhu's hands, despite being slender, were almost as big as Xue Jing's due to his large frame.

Xue Jing took out a black dragon cherry seed the size of a walnut from his pocket, placed it in his palm, and then squeezed the seed into Yin Muhu's hand.

Jiang Siwei, standing nearby, watched this scene with curiosity.

With a thought, Xue Jing activated the life-absorbing property of the Dragon Cherry, drawing upon his own life force and transferring it to the Yin Mu Tiger.

Feeling the severe injuries to his chest and abdomen suddenly begin to throb and rapidly recover, and his internal energy slowly being nourished and replenished, Yin Muhu exclaimed in surprise:

"Eh? This is..."

With Lv10 level health preservation, Xue Jing's vitality is like an African elephant compared to a dwarf cat compared to Yin Mu Hu.

A powerful and pure life force quickly replenished and even repaired Yin Muhu's body, which was like a tattered sack.

"Brother Xue..."

Yin Muhu looked at Xue Jing with deep emotion, a gentle expression on her pretty face.

She instinctively sensed that these 'vitality' contained traces of Xue Jing.

Brother Xue is transferring his life force to her in an unknown way!

"Stop now, Brother Xue, that's enough."