I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

On the stage, Xue Jing slightly shifted his gaze to Huang Lu's thigh.

"Shh-!"

Two flashes of light swept past, and the thigh was cut into three pieces.

Huang Lu lay on the ground, clutching his thighs and screaming in pain.

"Ahhh!!"

But she quickly came to her senses and found that her thigh was still completely unharmed.

But the pain still lingered, so real it was unbelievable.

He looked at Xue Jing, his forehead covered in cold sweat, completely bewildered.

At this moment, Xue Jing's gaze shifted to his neck.

"Shua——!!"

Huang Lu only saw a blade of light so fast it was unbelievable, flashing across his neck at a speed he couldn't react to, severing his head completely.

As the final pain struck, his eyes rolled back, he lay back, and completely lost consciousness.

"what?"

The audience stared in bewilderment at Huang Lu, who lay unconscious on the ground.

"What are you doing acting like this! Stand up and fight! At least make Demon King Xue move!"

"Your mother, give me your money back!"

"His acting is really worrying. At least wait until Xue Mowang's foot moves before pretending to faint. Did he have to be this scared?"

In the spectator area, Otogi Suzuka's alluring eyes gleamed slightly, showing a hint of excitement:

"Xue Jun...you've already reached this level?"

Yin Muhu hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Otogi Suzuka murmured softly, "Slash of Consciousness..."

On the stage, Xue Jing turned around and slowly walked towards the contestants' tunnel.

Seeing this, the referee, though not quite understanding, noticed Huang Lu lying on the ground and Xue Jing acting as if the match was over, so he quickly blew his whistle and declared Xue Jing the winner.

The match ended in a state of confusion for most of the audience.

On his way back to the players' lounge, Xue Jing opened the panel and took a look.

[...Aiming experience points +626]

[…Soldier Master's experience points +537]

[…Visualization - True Experience Points +692]

……

What he just used was a mental technique called 'Consciousness Slash'.

Unlike the previous technique, 'Tsukuyomi Slash,' which relied on the semi-materialization of mental energy, 'Consciousness Slash' is a pure state of being.

Martial artists persistently hone their physical bodies, and the strong physique, in turn, nourishes the spirit, gradually strengthening one's willpower to the point where it can influence one's 'self-reality'.

This phenomenon occurs when a person reaches a certain level of mastery over a particular weapon and imbues it into their spirit.

When you decide to strike down your opponent, you have this idea, you have made the necessary preparations, and you have absolute confidence that you can definitely defeat your opponent.

At this moment, the mind will instantly affect the opponent, causing them to have the real illusion that they have been cut down. Not only will they actually see the scene of being cut down, but even the pain will be real.

This is similar to releasing murderous intent to create the illusion that someone has been killed, only it's several levels more difficult.

Xue Jing only reached this level yesterday after his military skills were upgraded to military master.

"Boring."

He shook his head and went back to the lounge.

……

With Xue Jing's match over, the quarterfinals quickly came to an end.

In the final match, Wei Junwu faced Zhou Yinglin. After taking the stage, Wei Junwu seemed to be reminded by Song Nanxing's words and immediately admitted that he couldn't play due to his serious injury, readily conceding defeat.

Next, there will be a three-day rest period, after which the semi-finals will be held.

After finishing the match, Xue Jing, who was planning to return to the Zhige training base, encountered another problem.

Outside the parking lot, he looked at the person in front of him who was wearing a black robe and looked somewhat familiar, and asked in confusion:

"you are?"

……

Chapter 251 The Value of the Name "Demon King Xue" and Xue Jing, a Man of His Word (4K)

"you are?"

Xue Jing looked at the person in front of him with a slight doubt. The person was wearing a black robe and hood, and the lower half of his face was covered by a mask, so his appearance could not be seen clearly.

"Hey...hehe, it's me, Brother Xue."

The man in black robes chuckled sheepishly, slightly lifting his black hood to reveal a pair of crimson, snake-like vertical pupils.

Xue Jing tilted his head slightly, feeling that the face looked increasingly familiar, and began to search for the image in his mind.

He quickly found the right person.

"Snapped--!"

Without any hesitation, Xue Jing stretched out his right hand, grabbed the neck of the man in black in front of him, and lifted him high up, with his feet more than half a meter off the ground.

"Ahem—wait a minute!"

The man in black robes tried to pry open Xue Jing's hand that was holding his neck, but the hand was so hard that it was as if it were made of steel. No matter how hard the man in black robes tried, it wouldn't budge. It couldn't even make the man tremble in the slightest. The man could only flap his arms in the air like a duck struggling to survive before it was slaughtered.

"I remember, your name is Mr. An, right?"

Xue Jing raised his head slightly, looked at the black-robed man in his hand, and asked with a hint of curiosity.

"How dare you...appear before me?"

An Luping, Mr. An.

After the Qingcheng Dragon Cult was destroyed by the Kangde Company, the priest abandoned Ning Fengwan, who was the cult leader, and fled to the Inner Ring Yuancheng, where he joined the Yuancheng Dragon Cult headquarters.

Afterwards, he returned to Qingcheng and tried to persuade Ning Fengwan to join the Yuancheng Dragon Cult, but Ning Fengwan refused.

According to Xue Jing's speculation, the previous attack on the Northern Lion Holy Sect in Maple City, as well as the attack on the Dragon Sect a few days ago, were both caused by this person.

"Wait...wait, let me explain...Brother Xue...Brother Xue."

An Luping, whose throat was being choked, looked panicked and spoke with difficulty.

"No need for explanations," Xue Jing said slowly, looking at him.

He loosened his grip slightly. "You should understand that there's only one reason you're still alive... Tell me, where is Yunqin? Is she alive or dead?"

Yunqin is a member of the Qingcheng Dragon Cult. She is the person who takes care of Maomao after she becomes the leader of the Dragon Cult, similar to a maidservant by the side of a young lady in ancient times.

She was the only person Maomao cared about in the Dragon Cult, and Xue Jing had met her before.

"Alive, still alive! Really!"

An Luping hurriedly said, inwardly groaning.

Last time, the Divine Child sent a 'Naga Messenger' with two snake servants and several believers to seize Ning Fengwan, but Xue Jing crushed them all and almost wiped them out. Only the Naga Messenger escaped and returned, giving Xue Jing a severe dressing down, saying that the intelligence was completely inaccurate and that Xue Jing's combat strength far exceeded his description.

Heaven help me, when he first met Xue Jing, the other party was just a little kid who was only slightly better than the average person!

Although he might have a bit more talent, his martial arts skills improved rapidly in a short period of time, and he secured a spot in the U19 knockout tournament in Maple City...

He had also carefully studied Xue Jing's elimination match videos, and just in case, he exaggerated a bit more when describing Xue Jing's fighting strength.

Who knew that Xue Jing's true combat strength was dozens of times more exaggerated than he had imagined? Not only did he possess the divine secret technique bestowed by the recipient, but his martial arts strength alone was enough to crush the renowned Zhou Yinglin!

Therefore, since Xue Jing's combat strength far exceeded expectations, and the Dragon Cult was only just beginning to develop, the Divine Child did not want to cause a major disturbance and attract the attention of the Yuan City authorities. So, he decided to sit down and talk with Xue Jing...

At the malicious suggestion of that Naga envoy, An Luping was sent to invite Xue Jing.

Things are just fucking outrageous.

Send a thief who has stolen money from the police to the police station to invite the thief to his hideout for a chat.

This is not the way to seek death...

Fortunately, he was shrewd and had a backup plan, still holding onto Yunqin as a trump card...

So, where is she?

Xue Jing asked in a completely unfazed tone.

She's safe, really!

An Luping raised his hands and said quickly.

"I've come here on the orders of the Dragon Cult's Divine Son to invite Brother Xue to the Dragon Cult to discuss some matters..."

Xue Jing tightened his grip: "I don't think there's anything to talk about with you. Tell me where Yunqin is, and I can make your death a little easier."

An Luping felt his neck being tightened, making it hard to breathe. He immediately spoke rapidly, "Wait! Cough... If I die, Yunqin will die too! Only I know where she is. Without me bringing her food, she'll starve to death soon!"

Xue Jing tightened his grip, and after a while, when An Luping's eyes rolled back and his limbs gradually stopped struggling, he said, "You really deserve to die."

After saying that, he let go of her hand, and An Luping fell from mid-air to the ground, coughing and panting heavily while clutching her neck.

Before he could relax, Xue Jing suddenly opened his palm, and black energy condensed into a ball of black flame on it.

Immediately, Xue Jing grabbed An Luping's hair, pulled it back, forced him to tilt his head back, and then stuffed the ball of black flame into his mouth.

"Well--!!"

The black flames had no temperature whatsoever, and were even somewhat cold. After entering An Luping's mouth, they surged directly into his body and remained there.

It caused no harm whatsoever, but the faint chill emanating from his internal organs reminded him that the black flames were still there.

"This thing is a secret technique bestowed upon me by the gods."