I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

"Furthermore, this secret technique can only be used once...that's why you need to bluff and intimidate me now!"

'I almost got fooled...'

Zhou Yinglin slowly stood up, believing he had seen through Xue Jing's scheme... or rather, he had found a reason to convince himself and rebuild his confidence, which had collapsed because he was almost instantly killed.

"you……"

He was about to say something when he saw Xue Jing walk to the weapon rack at the edge of the arena, look around briefly, and take down a nine-foot-long alloy spear.

He then walked back to the center of the arena, gesturing with the spear in his hand, seemingly quite satisfied with the feel of it, and even nodded.

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

"You self-proclaimed top-tier martial arts master, your proudest achievement is 'flawless,' isn't it?"

Xue Jing asked, seemingly out of curiosity.

Having just nearly smashed something to pieces, Zhou Yinglin's composure was already shaken. Hearing Xue Jing repeatedly call him a "moron," his eyes twitched slightly with anger.

But then he stopped paying attention to the form of address and stared wide-eyed.

"Swish, swish, swish -"

Xue Jing held the alloy spear in his right hand and thrust it out more than a dozen times into the void beside him.

That flawless torrent of gunfire, which contained endless possibilities for future developments, was undoubtedly—perfect!

"I watched your match before and learned it from it. You don't mind, do you, you idiot?"

Xue Jing asked casually.

Zhou Yinglin was furious: "You've been studying me!?"

Xue Jing glanced at him in surprise and shook his head, saying:

"No, you've misunderstood, you idiot, don't overestimate yourself."

"I'm not studying you, I'm studying the perfect solution."

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

Xue Jing scoffed, "He really is an idiot."

"Don't you understand? What I mean is, you're nothing but a piece of waste paper covered with precious knowledge."

"I gained the valuable knowledge of being flawless from you, but I have absolutely no interest in you, you are just a piece of waste paper that I can't even use to wipe my butt."

Because of the megaphone installed on the stage, their entire conversation was broadcast throughout the arena and even to all the live streams.

Otogi Suzuka stood in the players' viewing area, amused and laughing so hard she was shaking all over:

"Seriously, he's lost both verbally and physically. Zhou Jun, he looks so pitiful, hehehehe..."

……

"As expected of my little brother!"

In Qingcheng, on the outer ring road, Xue Wan, who was watching the live stream, felt as refreshed as if she had just taken a big gulp of iced cola on a hot summer day. She immediately picked up her phone, opened her blog, and excitedly began posting, bombarding Zhou Yinglin's fans with messages.

……

The first metropolitan area, the inner ring, is Beijing.

The young girl, with her delicate and youthful face, watched the live stream, her eyes filled with surprise and hope: "Junior brother...?"

……

Also in the capital, in a grand manor, a handsome young man paced anxiously back and forth, looking at the distraught Zhou Yinglin in the scene, muttering, "Brother Lin, don't let me down..."

……

On the arena, Zhou Yinglin's expression shifted several times, but he managed to maintain his composure and spoke:

"...So what? It's all bluff. Even if you can play 'Moonlight Sonata' after hearing it only once, it doesn't mean you can play it as well as Beethoven."

Xue Jing's eyes revealed a smile:

"Why don't you try attacking me, you self-proclaimed Beethoven, top-tier idiot?"

The audience members present looked puzzled upon hearing this.

"Why does it feel like... Zhou Yinglin has gradually accepted the term 'mentally challenged'? He doesn't even object to it."

Without any hesitation, Zhou Yinglin vanished from his spot in a flash and instantly appeared in front of Xue Jing, his speed incredibly fast.

“Swish, swish, swish—!!”

The barrage of gunfire returned, but Xue Jing remained completely still, as if he hadn't even reacted.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Yinglin's eyes flashed.

"court death!"

He no longer held back on defense, but instead used all his strength, his sharp, needle-shaped spear pointing with unparalleled precision at Xue Jing's vital points, filled with killing intent, intending to kill him.

then……

"Ding--"

"Ding ding ding ding——"

The spear tip pierced Xue Jing's body, producing a series of crisp clanging sounds, but it only stirred up waves of air, without harming Xue Jing in the slightest.

"What!?"

Zhou Yinglin was startled, but remained calm and continued to unleash a torrent of gunfire.

Twenty shots... thirty shots... forty shots... fifty shots...

The phantom of the Heavenly Feather Robe materialized on the tip of the spear, but he still didn't stop.

Sixty shots.

Sixty-five shots.

During the sixty-sixth shot, Zhou Yinglin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and realized the principle behind Xue Jing's perfect defense at that moment.

He felt it was impossible and unbelievable, but he still subconsciously followed his instincts, instantly breaking free from the flawless technique and thrusting out a deliberately chaotic, impromptu, original shot.

"Snapped--"

This random shot was far less lethal than the flawless one. Xue Jing, who was prepared, easily caught the needle-shaped spearhead in his hand.

"You tried your best."

Xue Jing said softly.

"Well then, it's my turn."

The voice just fell.

Zhou Yinglin looked up and his sharp pupils contracted to their limit.

The familiar barrage of gunfire turned into a torrent, engulfing and covering him.

He tried to dodge or deflect the force... but the perfect marksmanship is known for its ability to adapt to any situation and its infinite variations. Every action of the enemy has a corresponding follow-up move to block it. Any 'skillful' response is powerless in the face of the perfect marksmanship.

They could either break through with brute force, using ten times the strength to overcome one skill, or rely on their own physical strength to withstand the attack, or dodge with a speed several levels greater than the attacker's.

All of these methods require a level of skill far surpassing that of the gunner in some aspect... Faced with a numerical monster like Xue Jing, Zhou Yinglin was unable to achieve any of these methods.

Of course, as someone who also possesses the innate skill of the Perfect Spear Technique, he has another way to deal with it: he can also use the Perfect Spear Technique and engage in a spear duel with Xue Jing to see who has higher skill and can fire more spears.

However, because of his sudden inspiration, Xue Jing grabbed his gun!

This was a huge mistake that should never have happened, but it did!

For the first time, Zhou Yinglin experienced the frustration and helplessness his former opponents felt when facing him.

An irresistible torrent of gunfire poured down on him.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle—"

The strange sounds of flesh being pierced rang out one after another.

Zhou Yinglin's body was riddled with holes, and before long, it was covered in them.

With each shot, Xue Jing deliberately deviated slightly from the intended fatal point, precisely striking a non-lethal area.

Soon, the trajectory of the gunshot wove a celestial robe onto Zhou Yinglin's body, yet it continued relentlessly.

Xue Jing's movements paused and stopped only after the eightieth thrust pierced Zhou Yinglin's abdomen.

Zhou Yinglin stood there, trembling, staring at his hands riddled with bloody holes. He coughed up blood and muttered incredulously to himself:

"Impossible, it can't be, in just a few days... eighty shots, it's simply impossible, absolutely impossible..."

He roared:

"How long have you been secretly learning the 'Perfect Technique'?! Ten years? Fifteen years? Why have you been hiding it until now?!"

Xue Jing looked at the somewhat deranged Zhou Yinglin, tilted his head slightly, his expression unchanged, and softly uttered a number.

"Seven days."

Zhou Yinglin scoffed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, completely disbelieving:

"Heh...hehehehe, stop lying, you thief who stole my skills, that's impossible!"

Xue Jing said calmly, "If you consider something you can't do to be impossible, then your capacity for magnanimity is limited to this level."

Then, he changed the subject, "So, the competition is over, and next is the settlement."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinglin, after assessing his severe injuries, gritted his teeth, his face filled with shame and resentment, and said:

"I think……"

But just as he was about to utter the last word, a beautiful, jade-like hand suddenly pinched his mouth shut.

Unlike its beautiful and delicate appearance, that hand was incredibly strong and powerful, like an industrial-grade super steel clamp.

Xue Jing reached out and grabbed Zhou Yinglin's chin, pulling him close to her. Looking directly into his eyes, she spoke softly:

"Don't be such a spoilsport, Young Master Zhou. We still have some things to settle. You don't want to just give up and leave like that, do you?"

"Well--!!"

Unable to speak and almost unable to move, Zhou Yinglin's sharp eyes revealed fear for the first time.