I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

The commentator, with an unprecedentedly excited and impassioned voice, shouted out, his voice echoing throughout the entire venue.

The more than 200,000 audience members also gave them a big thumbs up with enthusiastic cheers and thunderous applause that almost shook the stadium.

The level of enthusiasm was visibly far greater than in the previous three matches.

In all the official U19 match live streams, the number of online viewers is visibly increasing.

Due to Zhou Yinglin's participation, rumors that he was planning to kill someone in the ring, and other factors, the U19 finals gained an unusually high level of attention.

"...This will be a fantastic match, and no one will have any doubt about that!"

"Some even say this might be the most exciting match in U19 history!"

"Genius, monster, young master... they have countless titles and a strength beyond their years. They are the hope for the future of martial arts, the leaders who will eventually stand before everyone and overcome all obstacles!"

"Both of them have never been defeated since their debut. What kind of dazzling sparks will be ignited when these two invincibles clash?"

"Let's welcome—contestant Xue Jing, and...contestant Zhou Yinglin!"

The fact that they all appeared on stage at the same time, without any order of appearance, is a special privilege that was previously reserved for the U19 finals championship match.

But at this moment, in a quarter-final match, no one felt that something was amiss.

Thunderous applause, cheers, and screams erupted, almost like a small earthquake, causing the entire Super Arena to tremble.

A figure stepped out from each of the two contestant tunnels.

One was a boy with eyes like a hawk, holding a strangely shaped silver spear... no, it was more like a needle magnified countless times than a spear.

It is thinner than a regular gun, without a ferrule or a red tassel, only an extremely slender and sharp point.

Legend has it that Wu Xuanzhu, the "Spear Saint" who once held the title of Eternal Master of Weapons, used a special long spear called "Embroidery Needle" as his signature weapon.

What Zhou Yinglin was holding at that moment was a replica of that 'embroidery needle'.

On the other side was the Demon King, whose appearance was as handsome as a painting and whose every move exuded the aura of a master who stood tall and imposing.

Yes, the Demon King.

Anyone who sees that domineering aura of black lightning patterns constantly spreading from his body, seemingly tearing through the void, will involuntarily think of those two words.

He dragged a massive, ancient, blunt sword taller than a man in his right hand as he walked step by step toward the arena.

As he moved forward, the ground beneath his feet cracked and trembled continuously.

The terrifying sense of oppression made everyone hold their breath, yet they were also incredibly excited.

Only after he stepped onto the ring did his domineering aura gradually subside, and the scene returned to calm.

At this moment, the photographer, who was trembling with fear, sat diligently on the scaffold and began to steadfastly carry out the historic task of shooting Xue Jing in a 360-degree panoramic view at the beginning.

"...No data charts are needed; they are max-level hexagonal martial artists who have surpassed the limits of data definition!"

"No introduction was needed; the moment they looked at each other, they knew the other was their opponent!"

"Is there any need for further words? No need for any more words, the most exciting duel is about to begin, let's wait and see!"

After the commentator finished speaking passionately, amidst thunderous cheers, the referee stepped forward and waved his hand right between the two.

"preparation……"

"start!"

The referee quickly ran off the stage and left, and a barely visible pale blue repulsive membrane slowly formed, enveloping the entire arena.

Neither of the two present acted immediately; instead, they stared at each other.

Zhou Yinglin slightly tilted the needle-like spear in his hand and said calmly, "I usually don't bring my own weapons when I compete, but I'll make an exception for you today. You should be proud."

His voice resounded throughout the entire Super Arena, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"Holy crap, the organizers actually installed amplification equipment in the ring?!"

"I was wondering what those staff members were doing up in the ring so mysteriously during halftime. Turns out they were installing this thing!"

"Damn, they've really gone to any lengths for attention... But damn it, they did a great job, a really great job!"

"Let them argue, let them fight, I love it! Give us more!"

On the arena, Xue Jing sighed and said:

"To be honest, I'm quite unhappy right now."

"This boring introduction is not only verbose, but it also makes me and you, these low-level idiots who sell our wares, sound like we are equals."

His words were also amplified and broadcast throughout the venue.

Her verbal skills, which were clearly superior to Zhou Yinglin's, made many people burst out laughing.

"You're all talk and no action... Do you really think that broken sword of yours can handle 'Perfect Armor'?"

Zhou Yinglin gave a light chuckle and spoke.

"You frog in a well. The perfection of the top-level martial arts style, which is honed by the top-level martial arts school, is completely different from that of your rural schools. There is no such thing as a weakness."

"Trying to overcome skill with brute force? That's wishful thinking!"

Xue Jing smiled and beckoned to him with his finger:

"Come on, make your move and let this country bumpkin witness your top-notch skills."

Zhou Yinglin chuckled: "Just watch... it will be over in a second."

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze suddenly sharpened.

With incredible speed, the needle-shaped spear in his hand transformed into an almost endless torrent of spears, piercing towards Xue Jing.

Perhaps due to the effect of that special weapon, its attack speed far exceeded that of 'Zhou Yinglin' ​​in Xue Jing's consciousness simulation!

But he was fast, and Xue Jing was even faster!

[Twins] Activate instantly!

With the Twin Speed ​​buff, Xue Jing was as if he had been put on fast-forward. All his movements, including the circulation of his energy, were multiplied by two, ignoring the laws of physics!

And then... Twin Flexibility!

He inhaled a massive amount of oxygen, more than twice the normal capacity, into his lungs, where it circulated rapidly within his body. The surrounding air pressure fluctuated visibly due to this large intake.

His body swelled up instantly, growing proportionally larger, increasing in height from 1.9 meters to 2.2 meters.

The muscles, bones, and blood circulated in unison, the roar of the dragon resounded throughout the entire arena, and the power of the finishing touch surged through the whole body, concentrating in the right arm.

Finally, the power of twins!

Add an unconditional x2 at the end of all the force application and output formulas for absolute double power!

An incredibly powerful force was poured into the Forgotten Greatsword held in his right hand.

The sword vibrated and hummed, the air was shaken and distorted, and countless tiny ripples spread out.

This sword strike was, without a doubt, the strongest physical attack Xue Jing could unleash at this moment!

Its name is——

"Awakening of Insects - Submerged Abyss!"

He swung the sword with his right hand, and wherever it passed, the airflow parted to both sides of the blade, creating two hot white waves of air that hissed.

The endless torrent of gunfire, the perfect artistry of humankind, was now like a light drizzle. Faced with the massive dragon surging through the sky, it was instantly crushed by pure, supreme power and swept away without a trace.

"boom--!!"

A spherical gust of wind spread out, and a figure flew out like a cannonball at almost the speed of sound. His two feet left two deep grooves in the floor, stirring up a lot of dust, and he crashed hard into the light blue repulsive membrane.

"Bubububu—"

The repulsive membrane emitted a distinct sound for the first time, creating huge ripples like a tsunami, trembling as if it could not withstand the pressure.

The scene was completely silent as people watched what was happening.

Everyone stared blankly at the arena, their minds momentarily blank, unable to comprehend what had happened.

It wasn't until the smoke cleared and everyone saw Zhou Yinglin leaning against the repulsion membrane that they realized a fact.

"The perfect garment... has been breached!"

"Zhou Yinglin was sent flying...instant kill!?"

"This power...unbelievable! What kind of monster is this? Is he really seventeen? Is he really human?!"

"Twelve times the odds, twelve times, twelve times!! Hahahaha, I'm going to be rich, rich! Xue Jing is awesome (voice cracks)!"

"Wait, it doesn't seem to be over yet!?"

The noise from the audience gradually subsided because... Zhou Yinglin on the stage seemed to be alright.

He was not unconscious; his eyes were still open, and he had no obvious injuries. He was just sitting on the floor with his back against the repulsion membrane.

Xue Jing's cheerful voice carried throughout the venue through the loudspeaker:

"Is this what you meant by 'it will end in an instant'?"

"Get up, you city idiot with top-tier martial arts skills. I just timed the distance perfectly, and only slightly brushed against you with the swirling air currents."

He looked at Zhou Yinglin, who was somewhat stunned, and said softly:

"Don't be nervous. I was just showing someone how easily I could kill you... Don't worry, I won't use this sword again, otherwise you won't be too convinced of your defeat, will you?"

As he spoke, Xue Jing thrust the giant sword he was holding in his right hand into the ground beside him, letting it stand upright, like the sword in the stone from mythology.

"..." Zhou Yinglin's expression slowly began to change. His usually expressionless face began to twitch at the corners of his eyes, turning from shame and anger to rage, his face turning pale and then red. His sharp, hawk-like gaze revealed a murderous intent.

But it quickly returned to calm.

'The recipient…a divinely granted secret technique!'

'This country bumpkin couldn't possibly be that strong; he must have used a divinely bestowed secret technique!'

Zhou Yinglin gritted his teeth.

He suddenly realized something and came up with an answer!

'No, this person is bluffing!'

'He hasn't fully mastered this divinely bestowed technique, which is why he made a mistake and missed me!'