I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

“It’s like I’m dreaming…”

As he walked through the competitor’s passage and arrived backstage, Xue Jing heard the commentator’s voice gradually fading away.

He exhaled gently, feeling a sense of peace as if he had shed some burden, and there was a slight feeling of lifting his eyebrows in relief.

Although he had never cared much about others’ opinions because he had sufficient confidence in his heart, knowing his own strength.

Continuous provocations from Zhou Yinglin and countless voices of doubt from the outside world, though they were merely a light drizzle, had accumulated some pent-up frustration in him.

It wasn’t until he stepped onto the platform to face Zhou Yinglin that he even realized this frustration was there.

Xue Jing opened the panel to take a look.

[…Weapon Strike Experience Points +3267 (Maxed)] Read new chapters at empire

[…True Martial Experience Points +2529]

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A row of experience points notifications came in, yielding quite the harvest, especially the [Weapon Strike], which had hit the upper limit directly.

“This fight wasn’t even that tough, the experience gained was a bit surprising,” he thought.

Xue Jing pondered for a moment and then understood.

Zhou Yinglin’s strength was actually quite formidable, a nationally renowned prodigy among the young generation of Old Martial Arts, and he had not performed as poorly on the platform as it might have appeared.

The reason for such a brutal outcome was solely because his opponent was Xue Jing.

Although it wasn’t intentional, to master Impeccable, Xue Jing had fought countless life-and-death battles with Zhou Yinglin in consciousness simulations, and had thoroughly figured him out, probably understanding Zhou more than he understood himself.

Not to mention in terms of strength, he could completely suppress Zhou Yinglin.

With both strength and understanding maxed out, the effect was like beating up a little kid…

Turning off the panel, Xue Jing headed toward the players’ lounge while pulling out his phone.

As soon as he turned off the ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode, the phone began to vibrate wildly.

WeChat messages had already tipped over 99+, and new notifications were still popping up incessantly.

Opening it to see, the list had messages from a dozen or twenty people.

Li Ge and some other classmates from Qingcheng Affiliated Middle School, a few senior brothers and sisters from Hidden Dragon Dojo, and White Crow’s Void Blade and Mountain Demon…

All were messages like “Lord Jing is awesome!” “President Xue is awesome!” “You got me all wet,” expressing shock and admiration.

Xue Jing replied one by one, only temporarily ignoring Xue Wan, who had already sent over twenty messages and was still sending voice messages nonstop.

Before he reached the players’ lounge, he saw two people turning around the corner at the end of the corridor, excitedly running towards him.

“Xue!”

“Awesome, just awesome!”

Ning Yuantai shouted loudly, his voice nearly breaking from excitement.

Jiang Siwei flew at him, hanging on Xue Jing, rubbing her face against his head incessantly:

“Little Jing, Little Jing, you’re the best, you’re the strongest, you’re really amazing!!”

“Even Zhou Yinglin feels like a stepping stone, now your fame will truly soar! Kisses!”

She began to kiss Xue Jing’s cheeks uncontrollably, somewhat losing her composure.

Xue Jing stretched out his arms to hold her by the armpits, lifting her up and setting her down on the ground, smiling and saying,

“Alright, Wei, calm down.”

Jiang Siwei came to her senses, her cheeks flushing slightly, embarrassedly scratching her cheek: “Sorry, I got too excited.”

“Hey Xue, where’s the Forgotten Greatsword?”

Ning Yuantai suddenly noticed Xue Jing’s empty hands and asked, puzzled.

“Huh?”

Xue Jing was startled and then realized he had forgotten the sword.

Damn, he had been too caught up showing off.

He scratched his head and said, “…Yuantai, could you go get it for me? It’s still on the platform.”

Upon hearing this, Ning Yuantai’s body trembled, and he saluted Xue Jing militarily: “Consider it done!”

With that, he happily sprinted toward the competitor’s passage.

He wanted the whole world to know that he had carried the sword for Xue!

Leaving aside Ning Yuantai’s journey to the platform and his proud stride around the platform with the Forgotten Greatsword on his shoulder, showing off to the audience.

After Xue Jing returned to the lounge, he was about to replay the match in his consciousness simulation to see if Impeccable had improved.

Just then, his phone vibrated with a ringtone, a call coming in.

He picked it up and saw the caller ID was Youqing A Dream.

He pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear, smiling as he said,

“Huh?”

A calm and pleasant voice that soothed the heart came through the receiver:

“I watched the competition, you fought really well.”

Xue Jing’s fingers were tracing patterns on the desk in front of him as he smiled and said,

“Of course, I can’t disgrace you, BOSS.”

After a pause, he continued, “By the way, BOSS.”

“There’s no problem with what I did to Zhou Yinglin, right?”

Wu Youqing hummed lightly and said,

“Although the method was a bit cruel, it’s fine as long as nobody died.”

“With me around, even if they want revenge, they can only do so within the rules, don’t worry.”

Xue Jing nodded and laughed, “That’s good.”

As long as the trouble specifically targeted him, he was essentially fearless.

He had too many means to save his own life right now.

As long as they didn’t play any dirty tricks like kidnapping family members for threats, Xue Jing was fearless.

“However, you didn’t hold back this time and have completely fallen out with Zhou Yinglin. Even if our entanglements with the Zhu Family and the Secret Martial Society are over, things can’t be mended,”

Wu Youqing spoke.

Xue Jing just smiled and remained silent.

“Now that your strength has also been considerably exposed, the trouble that seeks you next won’t be just Zhou Yinglin’s level; you still need to be careful.”

“I understand,” Xue Jing said softly.

After talking with Wu Youqing for a long time, Xue Jing hung up the phone.

He stretched lazily, just about to start the simulation review.

That’s when.

“Bang bang—”

There was a knock outside the resting room.

“Hmm?”

Xue Jing stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside the door stood a woman dressed in an OL outfit, holding a microphone, sporting a precisely styled short haircut, accompanied by a man carrying a camera.

Seeing that the door was opened by Xue Jing, the woman’s eyes lit up, and she revealed a bright smile, saying:

“Competitor Xue Jing, I’m Ke Jiaqian, responsible for the post-competition interview. You can just call me Xiao Ke… Is it convenient now?”

“An interview?” Xue Jing looked at the camera pointed directly at him and was about to refuse.

But after a thought, he nodded and said, “Alright, come in.”

With that, he stepped aside and gestured for them to enter the resting room.

Since Xue Jing had essentially declined all post-competition interviews before, Ke Jiaqian had no expectations and was merely asking out of a ‘no harm in trying’ mentality.

But unexpectedly, Xue Jing agreed!

She was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed, and she couldn’t help but let her thoughts wander.

Could it be he took a liking to her…

After finishing the interview, if he did want to… would she agree, or would she agree…

Xue Jing frowned and said, “Aren’t you coming in?”

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Ke Jiaqian snapped out of it and hurried into the resting room, with the excited photographer following closely behind.

After adjusting the camera position, Xue Jing settled in front of the lens.

Ke Jiaqian sat beside him and extended the microphone towards Xue Jing, clearing her throat.

“Let’s start then.”

“First of all, congratulations to Competitor Xue Jing for winning this match and securing a great start to the quarterfinals.”

“I’d like to ask Competitor Xue Jing, what do you think of the performance of your opponent, Zhou Yinglin?”

This was a slightly leading question, but Xue Jing didn’t really care.

He smiled and said, “Performance… Did he perform?”

Ke Jiaqian cleared her throat: “Hmm, I see, so the next question is, I’m very curious, Competitor Xue Jing, how did you manage to use Zhou Yinglin’s signature martial art ‘Impeccable’ on the ring today?”

Xue Jing looked at her strangely: “Didn’t I already mention it? Learned it from Zhou Yinglin himself, just a few days ago.”

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