I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Particularly after his official match with Zhou Yinglin, Xue Jing felt as though he had shed some burdens from his heart, and with an immense increase in experience from “Combat Skills,” he gleaned newer insights into Impeccable.

In the hands of both Xue Jings, their palms opened simultaneously, numerous pixel-like pieces congregated in their hands, transforming into Nine-Chi Spears.

“Ding—!”

Without a word, both moved at the same time, rapidly thrusting their spears forwards, spear tips against spear tips colliding with each other.

In an instant, a terrifying ring-shaped wave of force exploded outwards.

“Ding ding ding ding ding ding—”

The sound of metal clashing against metal as spear tips met continued nonstop, both utilizing Heavenly Feather Garment, every thrust exhausting all possible variations, and thus every thrust was aimed at the most perfect “point,” resulting in an extremely precise tip-on-tip outcome.

After fifty thrusts, the Heavenly Feather Garment was woven.

After eighty thrusts, Xue Jing reached the extreme boundary he had achieved before the match, but he did not stop there.

Eighty-five thrusts…

Ninety thrusts…

Only at the ninety-fifth thrust did the two Xue Jings simultaneously falter and come to a stop.

By this time, the ethereal shadows of the Heavenly Feather Garment they had woven were so solidified that they were almost tangible, with only a slight sense of transparency.

“To think a single competition could elevate my skill by fifteen spears in one go…”

Xue Jing mused to himself.

The farther one progressed in Heavenly Feather Garment, the more thrusts there were, and the more difficult it became to make improvements.

His realm had surged so rapidly in such a short time because it was built on countless instances of life-or-death extreme practice.

Just one hammering from Zhou Yinglin brought progress that could match thousands of deaths in Consciousness Simulation.

“With my current level of Heavenly Feather Garment, if I were to practice with ‘Zhou Yinglin,’ he would no longer be able to exert the pressure of death on me, and my progress will likely be much slower than before. I need to find another way…”

“I’m about to reach the ‘Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads’ boundary of a hundred spears. I have a feeling…”

Xue Jing’s eyes revealed enlightenment.

To him, Heavenly Feather Garment was not just a set of spear skills.

The deep martial arts theories contained within, as well as the various brilliant and imaginative ideas and Channeling Energy pathways, brought him countless inspirations and gains regarding “Combat Skills” during the practice process.

The deeper he delved into practice, the more this held true, as if it were a never-ending treasure trove, each additional spear’s variation in realm brought deeper knowledge of martial arts.

He already felt it; the Sublimation of Combat Skills was right in front of him.

The accumulation had reached a critical point; once that threshold was crossed, the conditions for the Sublimation of Combat Skills would be met.

And that threshold should be ‘Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads.’

The moment the realm was achieved, would be the time for the Sublimation of Combat Skills.

…

Sky Center, 1049th floor, Xu’s Biological Company.

In the operation room decorated in a futuristic sci-fi style, Xu Mude, dressed in surgical attire, complete with cap, gloves, and mouth mask, looked towards the person lying on the large operation table before him.

“Young Master Zhou, you really are in a sorry state. To think that kid from the Outer Ring could do this to you,” he said with a smile in his voice.

A doctor stood before the operation table, holding various surgical tools, and from his spine extended eight octopus-like flexible mechanical arms, swaying as they patched up the beaten and broken Zhou Yinglin.

Ears, arms, collarbones… all the parts torn asunder by Xue Jing were neatly arranged on a side table, being tirelessly reattached and restored.

Zhou Yinglin, with his eyes open, had not succumbed to unconsciousness, and he wasn’t even under anesthesia, but rather watched the ceiling with a gloomy gaze, enduring the torment of having his flesh and nerves repaired directly.

Clenching his teeth, he bore the excruciating pain, with no intention of responding to Xu Mude’s words.

Feeling bored, Xu Mude turned on his silver wristband and began browsing the internet.

“[U19 History’s First Blast Wave (Someone’s Bragging Again), not even starting the fight before borrowing money as a champion, only to be physically shattered in the quarter-finals, hilarious.]”

“[The time for reckoning has come. Filial Zhou’s followers are frantically deleting previous comments. Anyone who sees any that slipped through, just @MySillyOodles below…]”

“[Zhou Xiao Ji really turned into a little chicken now, wings all broken. The fake faced a real eagle and got exposed right away…]”

He began reading aloud the flipped public opinion comments to Zhou Yinglin, his tone light and mocking.

Zhou Yinglin initially wanted to ignore him, but as he listened, he couldn’t help but glare at him.

Then the doctor immediately scolded:

“Don’t move around! Your ear is stitched up wrong!”

Zhou Yinglin muttered resentfully and straightened his head.

“Hahaha, got scolded by Doctor Zhang, huh.” Xu Mude laughed heartily.

Doctor Zhang glanced at him and said, “You shouldn’t speak and agitate the patient either.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Hours later, the surgery was completed and the once torn and ragged Zhou Yinglin was stitched into a complete human shape, with fine seams everywhere on his body.

Doctor Zhang, holding a bottle filled with glowing deep green liquid, said, “You better think this through, this stuff can accelerate your recovery, but it’s not some miracle medicine that brings the dead flesh back to life; it’s a strong poison that stimulates and overdraws your life potential, and it will shorten your lifespan.” S~eaʀᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Zhou Yinglin’s sharp eagle eyes brimmed with an intolerant hatred, “There’s nothing to consider, hurry up and use it on me!”

‘Xue Jing… this isn’t over yet!’

…

After the quarter-finals, the next day was a rest day.

In the villa at the Zhige Base, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the rooftop, eyes closed, motionless, his breathing extremely faint and prolonged.

He had been sitting there all night.

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Inside the Consciousness Space, two Xue Jings wielded the Nine Chi Great Spear, continuously using the Impeccable technique, the sound of metal clashing filled the air, never ceasing.

But no matter how many times, no matter how hard he tried, he would always stop at the ninety-ninth spear, unable to thrust out the hundredth.

However, Xue Jing showed no frustration or impatience, continuing to practice, entering a state of flow similar to that of mindfulness.

Gradually, he instinctively began to adjust the rhythm of each spear thrust.

That’s right, not the technique, the technique of Impeccable was perfect as it was, leaving no room for adjustment, but rather the more profound ‘rhythm.’

With each complete execution, the rhythm of his spear thrusts would progress slightly, inching closer to a certain ‘ultimate truth of the universe.’

It was as if gliding through invisible cracks in the void, making his thrusts smoother and more fluid.

After an indeterminable amount of time, the two Xue Jings in the Consciousness Space suddenly paused while simultaneously executing the ninety-ninth thrust and exploded into countless pixel-like particles.

In reality, Xue Jing’s eyes snapped open, and he stood up.

He picked up the Nine-Chi Alloy Spear standing beside him and, like a deity descending, thrust out a spear with sublime precision.

Then came the second spear, the third spear… faster and faster, and in a matter of seconds, he had thrust out ninety-nine spears.

At that moment, he paused slightly, and then his spear lashed out explosively!

The hundredth spear—Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads!

A sharp Qi Force in the shape of a spearhead detached from the tip of his spear, penetrated the Alloy Dummy Punching Post, and everything in its path, extending hundreds of meters forward.

A solid Heavenly Feather Garment, indistinguishable from the real thing, fluttered above the tip of Xue Jing’s spear, extremely magnificent.

“Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads… succeeded.”

Xue Jing whispered, retracting his spear, and opened his panel to look.

[Detected Extraordinary Skill eligible for Sublimation: Combat Skills]

[Sublimation Requirements:

Condition one, ????? (Already Met)

Condition two, Level reached Lv10 (Already Met)

Condition three, Required Divinity: 1000]

[Requirements met, spend 1000 Divinity to Sublimate?]

Xue Jing exhaled softly.

At last…

He clicked Sublimate without any hesitation.

The next moment, on the panel, the [Combat Skills] from the regular skills column gradually dissolved like ink.

In the Extraordinary Skill column, beneath [True Martial], a brand-new skill slowly emerged.

Its name was—

[Army Master]!

…