I will eventually become a god through sheer hard work.

After a while, he lowered his hand, his expression returning to normal, and said:

"Alright, that's settled then, I'll be going now."

After saying that, Xue Jing turned around and prepared to leave.

But then, Otogi Suzuka reached out and grabbed his arm, whispering:

"Wait a minute, Xue Jun, you've won the championship. There's still the trophy-raising ceremony and post-match remarks. You can't leave yet."

Xue Jing subtly shifted his strength, shaking off the hand that Yugisuka was holding onto his arm.

Seeing this, Otogi Suzuka was taken aback, a hint of disappointment flashing across her face, but she quickly composed herself, her eyes sparkling with a smile:

"Don't be so scared, I won't do anything to you again, Xue Jun. It was just an accident."

"I'll be going now... All the glory to come will belong to you alone."

After speaking, Otogi Suzuka chuckled and turned around, walking towards the player's passage in her direction with her usual elegant demeanor.

Xue Jing watched his retreating figure, frowning slightly, sensing that something was amiss.

Before he could think about it, a host dressed in a suit and tie, holding a microphone, walked onto the stage, followed by several staff members who carried a black platform with a gold trophy on it.

Because the arena was badly damaged during Xue Jing's battle with Otogi Suzuka, the ground was uneven, and the host even stumbled a little when he walked over, luckily without falling.

He walked over to Xue Jing, raised the microphone, and said loudly with a smile:

"It is hereby announced that the winner of the 37th U19 Unrestricted Elite Fighting Tournament is—Xue Jing!"

"Please raise the trophy, Xue Jing!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Jing reached out and raised the golden trophy in front of him.

The trophy is engraved with several slender and exquisite dragons, each vying for the dragon ball at the top in a different pose. The base is made of a black crystal-like material, slightly transparent, and many places are engraved with names of past U19 champions.

From now on, Xue Jing's name will be forever engraved on it.

He raised the trophy high, and the audience immediately erupted in extremely enthusiastic applause that lasted for a long time.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the spirited young man on the stage.

"His debut was his peak... He won the U19 championship in his very first competition. How far can he go in the future?"

"It's just U19, what's so great about that? 'True Dragon' Wan Yulai has only been in the industry for a short time, he's not even 25 years old yet, right? He swept through all the 'minor title matches' and got his ticket to the seven major title matches. Xue Mowang has a long way to go."

"Xue Jing is only seventeen. When he reaches the same age, he may not necessarily lose to Wan Yulai."

"If we consider him to be seventeen years old, Wan Yulai might not be able to beat Xue Mowang. His current combat strength is too exaggerated... But it's not certain when he's twenty-five. You might not believe it, but Wan Yulai is a damn late-game hero. The older he gets, the faster he improves. Can you believe it?"

"The overall level of martial artists is improving every year, it's incredibly competitive. Those who can continuously win titles in this era and strive for 'eternity' are terrifyingly powerful. I would believe it if you said they had a system or something... Although Demon King Xue is powerful, he probably still has a long way to go to compete with these people, or he may never reach that level."

"Why think so much? Anyway, we have another top-tier talent to keep an eye on. We can watch all the matches he participates in and have a blast!"

In the arena.

The host began his remarks with a smile:

"We all know that this is your first time participating in a martial arts competition, Xue Jing, but you won your first championship right away. What are your thoughts now?"

As he spoke, he handed the microphone to Xue Jing.

Xue Jing placed the trophy on the table, took the microphone, thought for a moment, and slowly began to speak:

"The first person I want to thank for becoming a martial artist and standing on this podium is my master, Li Qi, who guided me into this world..."

……

It was more than half an hour later when Xue Jing finished giving his acceptance speech, received the trophy and prize money, and returned to the players' lounge amidst cheers and applause from the audience.

"Xiao Jing!!"

As soon as she entered, Jiang Siwei excitedly rushed over and hugged Xue Jing tightly. Her long legs, clad in black stockings and high heels, bounced incessantly, expressing her excitement.

"You're amazing! You're absolutely incredible! You won the championship!!"

Jiang Siwei was so happy that tears welled up in her eyes.

Xue Jing smiled and hugged her back, then patted her on the back and said:

"Sister Wei, don't get so excited, this is just the beginning."

Jiang Siwei released Xue Jing, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed with a smile:

"Yes, this is just the beginning..."

Xue Jing's eyes suddenly lit up as he noticed something new in the lounge that hadn't been there before.

He turned his head and saw a beautiful, old-looking longsword hanging on a hook on the wall in the corner of the lounge.

The gray-brown hilt and scabbard are covered with faded and oxidized marks, exuding a sense of historical weight. The appearance is quite familiar; it is none other than the [GOD-519·Unsharpened Blade] in Otogi Suzuka's hands.

"Sister Wei, did Suzuka Otogi come by just now?"

Xue Jing walked to the wall and took the old longsword off the hook.

It was hung on by the cord wrapped around the scabbard.

[Divine matter detected; absorbing divinity...]

"No, I've been in the lounge the whole time, and no one has come here."

Jiang Siwei shook her head, and seeing Xue Jing take down the Unsharpened Blade, she asked in confusion:

"Huh? This knife... was it originally in this room? I've never seen it before."

Xue Jing did not answer, but instead drew his long sword from its sheath with a click, revealing a small section of the bright silver blade.

Unlike the hilt and scabbard, the blade showed no signs of age, its surface as smooth as a mirror, without a single flaw, easily reflecting Xue Jing's face.

It looks like a masterpiece just forged by a master craftsman; the entire blade is very 'new'.

"An unsharpened blade..."

Xue Jing fully drew the knife, gently stroking the nearly 1.3-meter-long blade including the hilt, his eyes showing delight.

This divine relic, shaped like a sword, has an extremely simple ability: it's purely a conceptual 'indestructible' item...

No external force can alter it even by a single particle; it is an extremely simple ability, yet it is what every swordsman dreams of.

Who can resist a weapon that will never break, and will always remain sharp and never dull?

Even though Xue Jing possesses the [Master of Weapons], and can pick up anything from the ground and turn it into a divine weapon, the [Unsharpenable Blade] is still of great significance to him.

"This thing has the characteristic of 'choosing its owner'; when the holder internally acknowledges that they have lost to another person, it will transfer to the victor..."

Xue Jing pondered.

According to Jiang Siwei, Otogi Suzuka did not come to the rest room. It seems that after he admitted defeat, the Unsharpened Blade moved to the rest room to wait for Xue Jing, its new master.

"Very well... From now on, you will be my sword."

Xue Jing muttered to himself, raising the knife horizontally above his head.

"You've wandered for countless years, you must be tired. Don't worry, I will be your last master."

No one can take you away from me.

As if in response to Xue Jing's words, or perhaps merely a reflection of the lamplight, a cold glint flashed on the unsharpened blade.

"Click——"

Xue Jing sheathed his sword and picked up his phone.

As soon as I turned off Do Not Disturb mode, my phone started vibrating incessantly, messages kept popping up from various chat apps, and there were numerous missed call notifications.

Just as he was about to reply, there was a knock on the door.

"Sister Wei, open the door and see who it is."

Xue Jing spoke up.

Jiang Siwei nodded, walked to the door, and opened it.

"You are?"

She looked at the group of people standing outside the door with a puzzled expression; the leader was a handsome young man.

The young man smiled slightly and said:

"Xue Jing, is Brother Xue there?"

Upon hearing the sound, Xue Jing turned his head to look, his expression unchanged, but his heart skipped a beat.

The visitor was none other than Xu Mude!

……

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Why did Xu Mude come knocking on our door?

Could it be that his crime has been exposed?

Having actually committed theft, Xue Jing felt slightly guilty at first.

But he quickly realized that probably not. He hadn't revealed even the slightest flaw. Even if he had been exposed, the other party would have come knocking long ago if they wanted to cause trouble. They wouldn't have waited until now, and their attitude wouldn't be so nonchalant.

After a moment's thought, Xue Jing understood why Xu Mude had truly approached him.

"Sister Wei, let him in."

Xue Jing spoke up.

Jiang Siwei was about to fulfill her responsibility as a manager by preventing strangers from seeing Xue Jing, but upon hearing the call, she immediately nodded to Xu Mude, stepped aside, and said:

"Please come in."