I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

“I acknowledge…”

But before he could spit out the final word, a translucent jade-like beautiful palm suddenly clamped his mouth shut.

Contrary to its delicate and attractive appearance, the palm was so powerfully forceful it was almost absurd, resembling an industrial-grade super vise. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Xue Jing reached out, gripping Zhou Yinglin’s chin, and pulled him close, staring into his eyes he softly spoke,

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Young Master Zhou. We still have some unfinished business, don’t you think? You wouldn’t want to admit defeat and leave just like that, would you?”

“Mmm—!!”

Unable to speak, and barely able to move his body, fear crept into Zhou Yinglin’s sharp eyes for the first time.

Outside the arena, the referee hesitated.

According to the rules, as long as the contestant shows apparent intent to concede, regardless of whether he had articulated the words ‘I admit defeat’ in their entirety, the referee could blow the whistle to end the match.

But…

Looking at Xue Jing on the stage, who once again began to emanate an aura of pitch-black lightning patterns, he couldn’t bring himself to blow the whistle.

With one hand clamped on Zhou Yinglin’s mouth, Xue Jing gently grasped his wrist with the other and said in a gentle tone,

“I remember you said that genius was but a threshold to meet, right?”

Saying so, Xue Jing yanked his hand.

“Rip—”

Zhou Yinglin’s arm was torn off, ligaments and bones included, by pure brute force.

The so-called strength of a Top-Level Skill Body had been thoroughly shredded by the Eighty Spears Impeccable technique; now, Xue Jing tearing off his arm was no more difficult than ripping up a piece of paper.

“Mmm—!!”

Zhou Yinglin’s eyes widened in excruciating pain, wanting to howl, but with his mouth clamped shut, he couldn’t make a sound.

“Strange, such a lofty threshold, how did it break so easily with a mere step?”

Xue Jing tossed the severed hand aside.

He reached out once more, lightly placing his hand on Zhou Yinglin’s ear.

“A city slicker, aren’t you?”

He tore off the ear.

“Mmm—!!”

“One of the Thirteen Great Families, right?”

The other ear was torn off.

“Secret Martial Society, yes?”

The other arm was torn off.

“A genius, right?”

Xue Jing inserted his hand into Zhou Yinglin’s neck and forcibly yanked out his collarbone.

“Mmm—!!”

“Beethoven, right?”

…

As a scene cruel as the first EVA unit tearing apart the third unfolded on the stage, everyone fell silent. Those in the audience with weaker constitutions had already covered their eyes, unable to watch any longer.

The youth, as beautiful as a deity but exuding an aura as dark as that of the Great Demon King, brutal and merciless, was etched deeply into everyone’s minds.

From this day on, the name ‘Demon King Xue’ echoed throughout Zhuxia.

On the stage, except for the torso and head, all external “parts” had been removed by Xue Jing, who casually tossed the now limbless Zhou Yinglin aside.

However, while he was at death’s door, he was still alive. Stay connected via empire

The life force of Martial Artists was astonishing.

“You should feel lucky this is on the stage; it’s not illegal to kill you, but it’s against the rules.”

In response to Zhou Yinglin’s previous arrogant words, Xue Jing, his expression calm, turned and walked toward the contestants’ passage.

“Merely pebbles, none even half my equal.”

There was no whistle marking the end of the match, no commentator’s exhilarated proclamation of the victor, no applause or cheering from the audience.

The pale blue Repulsion Membrane, as if in fear of Xue Jing, slowly dissipated as he approached, and his stride did not falter for even an instant.

Step by step, until his figure completely vanished into the competitors’ passageway. After a moment of continued silence, the venue gradually erupted into a thunderous buzz of discussion.

“Invincible… Invincible!!”

“This was absolutely a complete domination! And the one being crushed is none other than Zhou Yinglin!!”

“I dare say that Xue Jing is definitely the strongest contestant in U19 and perhaps all youth martial arts competitions ever, truly invincible!!”

“An Outer Ring nobody beating down and overwhelming an Inner Ring genius, why does this feel like a dream?”

“The Martial Arts World is going to explode over this!”

“To effortlessly crush Zhou Yinglin… The world’s strongest underage Martial Artist? That’s not an exaggeration, right?”

“Twelve times, twelve times, haha, Xue Jing, God Xue! You are my hero!”

“Everything he said in the interview was true, not a hint of arrogance; he really is an eagle, and everyone else is truly a snail compared to him!”

“The entire circle of young Martial Artists has met their Great Demon King… Fierce in combat, handsome, sharp-tongued, calling everyone a moron, who can out-argue him, how can such a monster exist!”

…

(I’ve kept the promise, more than ten thousand words… To avoid breaking the chapter, I’ve gone all out and my health bar is empty, haven’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, on the verge of collapsing…)

(Can I ask for a monthly ticket? Please!)