"So, let's take a look at the hexagon data chart of Competitor Xue Jing..."
"Hmm, Attack 10, Speed 10, Defense ?, Skill 10, Heart ?, Intelligence ?... Since every match ends in less than a second, it's hard to observe more data, but in the last match, Competitor Xue Jing showed extrely fast speed, thus adding another 'Speed 10' to his data—a perfect score!"
"Terrifying, really terrifying!"
"Competitor Xue Jing, how much strength does he still have that hasn't been shown?"
"Could it really be as everyone says, 'Your data is 10 because it just happens to be 10, my data is 10 because the highest is only 10'?"
"Enough talk, let's all witness the next match together!"
On the stage, the referee walked between the two competitors, waved his hand, and then quickly stepped off the stage.
The match officially began.
But Xue Jing and Du Mingluan didn't move for a while.
In the competitors' viewing area, Xue Wan spoke with a smile, "So, what do you guys think about the outco?"
Sitting beside her, Yin Muhu crossed her arms, her muscles strong as steel, and she muttered, "There's no suspense at all."
"If Xue Jing could lose, I would eat the entire platform."
Xue Wan laughed cheerily and said joyfully, "Little Yin, if I were Jing, hearing you say that would definitely make want to lose just to try it."
Yin Muhu: "..."
Sitting not far from them, Kou Chengjian suddenly spoke up, "Not necessarily."
Xue Wan turned to look at him, curious, "Oh? What's your insight?"
She really didn't know how her brother could lose.
Could it be that that little dwarf on the stage has so secret ultimate move?
Kou Chengjian narrowed his eyes slightly, "Du Mingluan is no stepping stone!"
"Although I don't really respect that dwarf... he was once praised by the old Night King, who has held the Heavenly Position title, as a supre talent of our Night King Style."
"The eighty million Zhuxias he earned last year as the highest-paid young competitor in the Outer Ring was all hard-earned and deserved."
Xue Wan's beautiful face showed a trace of mockery, "Eh? This way of belittling soone to their face and praising them behind their back makes people really speculate..."
At that, Kou Chengjian twitched the corner of his mouth and imdiately shut his mouth, not daring to say more.
Xue Wan smiled knowingly, aware of his slight homophobia, and didn't tease further, just letting him keep his mouth shut was enough.
'What nonsense, there's no 'not necessarily.'
'My Jing is definitely going to win, with no surprises!'
Xue Wan huffed softly.
Unaware of his sister setting him up for failure, Xue Jing, looking at the short Du Mingluan in front of him, asked curiously:
"What are you waiting for? Aren't you going to attack?"
Du Mingluan slowly said:
"Xue Jing, you are very strong."
"You might be the strongest peer I've ever faced, and it's possible I will never encounter a peer as powerful as you again."
"I truly value this opportunity."
"Defeating you will beco one of the proudest accomplishnts of my life."
Xue Jing smiled, "You are very confident."
Du Mingluan nodded, "I must be confident."
"You are strong, terrifyingly strong... Therefore, if I had even the slightest doubt about myself today, I would not dare to step onto this stage."
Xue Jing humd and smiled, "Pure self-hypnosis is unreliable. You must have so realistic basis for maintaining such confidence... Show it."
"I'll give you a chance to make a move, just one."
Du Mingluan took a deep breath, his body powering up.
"One chance is enough!"
The next mont, Xue Jing suddenly noticed that the sky had darkened.
This was not an illusion. At least in his view, through the gym's hollow ceiling, the entire sky outside had been dyed by nightfall, turning pitch black.
"This is..." Xue Jing moved his gaze.
The audience all looked up, puzzled.
"What's happening? Has it gotten dark?"
"Isn't it only four in the afternoon? What's going on, a typhoon?"
Kou Chengjian abruptly stood up, incredulously saying, "How is this possible!?"
Yin Muhu had a face full of disbelief, "Mystic Art Level!?"
Xue Wan hurriedly asked, "What does that an?"
"When cast, Spirit Consciousness radiates around, pulling all nearby people into its spiritual domain..."
"This is the expressiveness only Mystic Art Level techniques possess!"
"Du Mingluan has already mastered a Mystic Art Level technique?" Yin Muhu turned his head to look at Kou Chengjian.
The latter said innocently, "I had no idea?"
Yin Muhu frowned, "This is bad, Xue might actually capsized in the gutter this ti..."
Xue Wan crossed her arms under her ample bosom, scoffing in disbelief, "Impossible, Jing will not lose."
Continually jinxed by his own sister, Xue Jing, looking at Du Mingluan unfolding the Mystic Art domain in front of him, narrowed his eyes:
"So that's your reliance..."
Du Mingluan shook his head, lightly saying:
"Xue Jing, your strength is undoubtedly above mine, but today, I will defeat you."
"Surrender, in front of this earth-shattering technique..."
He posed a strange starting gesture, resembling a bat, like a hawk, taking flight and montarily hanging in the air.
Imdiately, fine ripples began to emanate from the void around him.
"—Night King Style Mystic Art·Night Cicada."
The next mont, endless sounds of cicadas filled the gymnasium.
"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp—"
Watching the figure that tore through the air and dove down, Xue Jing sighed softly.
"It seems like no one has ever made a rule... that only you can use Mystic Arts, right?"
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