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He really isn't interested, buddy, it's not about looks, it's about whether he has that thing or not...
"There is so history...to be honest, I've already fought with Competitor Xue Jing."
Otogirusu covered his face with one hand, showing a blissful, reminiscent expression: "Ah~ Competitor Xue Jing's fist... it's really comfortable."
"..." Xue Jing twitched the corner of his mouth.
The interviewer seed a bit embarrassed: "Oh... I see."
Otogirusu quickly dropped his inappropriate expression and returned to his usual gentle and amiable deanor: "Also, you got one thing wrong."
The interviewer was startled: "What?"
"There's no difference... The competitor I'm most looking forward to is always the strongest one."
Otogirusu stood up, turned his head to the side, and looked delighted: "Oh? It looks like he's arrived."
With that, he got up and left without caring that the interview wasn't over yet.
This was the end of Otogirusu's interview video.
After watching, Ning Yuantai nodded in satisfaction:
"This person does have good taste, I'm starting to think he's a woman in disguise..."
Xue Jing sighed and asked: "What makes you say that?"
"Liking Xue that much, it's hard not to question his gender... Ah, but I'm different, my feelings for you are pure admiration."
Ning Yuantai quickly waved his hands to explain.
After resting for a while, Xue Jing continued to swing the Giant Sword, creating a howling gale with the blade.
And the video moved on to the next competitor's interview... it was Xue Jing himself.
Perhaps it was in sequential order of filming, or perhaps it was done on purpose to contrast with Otogirusu's earlier statents, but when Xue Jing appeared on the screen and began introducing himself, there was a significant uproar from the audience.
Ning Yuantai's eyes lit up: "Looking good, Xue!"
However, Xue Jing paid no attention to his own interview, practicing with the Giant Sword with his back to the screen.
Although he himself didn't care, as the interview video played, his 'arrogant' remarks stirred the audience's noise, which grew louder with each of his statents.
"There's nobody in particular to watch out for, they all seem about the sa."
"Who is Zhou Yinglin?"
"..."
Ning Yuantai, thrilled, kept giving thumbs up: "That's right, Xue, exactly the attitude I want to see, that's so you!"
Xue Jing didn't respond.
"There's an old Egyptian saying—'Only two creatures can reach the top of the pyramid, eagles and snails.'"
"Don't lose heart, you do have a chance to catch up to , keep it up."
As the video showed Xue Jing saying his final words and walking off, the noise from the venue suddenly went silent for a mont.
Then, an imnse wave of noise, almost enough to flip the entire arena, erupted.
Both Xue Jing and Ning Yuantai in the gym could feel a faint vibration under their feet.
"I... Wow."
Ning Yuantai was a bit dumbfounded.
"Xue, you should start a class on showing off, I'll sign up first."
"I want to show off big ti, too."
Xue Jing, without turning around: "You can't learn this, it cos naturally."
Ning Yuantai scratched his head: "Ah? A natural show-off?"
...
anwhile, many others were also watching this scene unfold.
In the competitors' rest area.
"Junior Brother Song, it's this guy!"
"Damn it, he's so full of himself. How can he say sothing like that?"
A young man nad Brother Xiong, wrapped in bandages with a cast on his left hand resting on his chest, angrily pointed at Xue Jing on the video and cursed.
"Shut up." Beside him, a teenager with his leg crossed, hands folded casually, frowned slightly and spoke softly.
His voice wasn't loud, but Brother Xiong, like a child reprimanded by his parents, imdiately fell silent and contracted, showing a hint of fear on his face.
The teenager looked at Xue Jing and muttered to himself: "Those aren't the eyes of soone bluffing, he ans what he says... a powerful person."
"Interesting."
In the U19 main coordinator's office, Zhou Yinglin sat where the main coordinator Li Ziyuan would sit, while the actual owner of the seat, Li Ziyuan himself, stood respectfully to one side.
Watching Xue Jing in the video, Yinglin's hawk-like sharp eyes seed to have found prey, ready to swoop down and make the kill.
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Qingcheng, Xue Jing's ho.
Xue Wan and Zong Shichan excitedly held each other's hands as they watched Xue Jing on TV.
"So handso, Master is so incredibly handso! I can't take it anymore!"
"As expected of my little bean, this kid has been eloquent since he was young!"
First Urban Circle, Inner Ring, Capital City.
In a certain room, a girl with a youthful face sat squatting on the bed, hugging a pillow, mumbling as she watched Xue Jing in the video, "Little Junior Brother..."
She hugged the pillow even tighter.
...
The pre-match interview concluded with Zhou Yinglin as the final highlight.
"I will win the championship. It's only natural," he said.
In the midst of those indifferent words, an even louder roar erupted from the audience than after Xue Jing's last statent.
"This guy's popularity is still so high, even though he's from the First Urban Circle, it's like he's fighting on ho turf."
Ning Yuantai clicked his tongue.
As the roar gradually subsided, dynamic BGM began playing inside the venue.
"The opening ceremony performance has started, Xue, it's almost ti for you to go on," Ning Yuantai shouted toward Xue Jing.
Xue Jing stopped swinging the Giant Sword in his hands, a fine layer of sweat beading on his body. The intense heat emanating from him made contact with the air around, faintly giving off so vapor.
Warm-up finished.
Xue Jing nodded, slung the Forgotten Greatsword over his shoulder, and walked towards his rest area.
When he reached the entrance to the rest area, a staff mber with a work badge was already waiting at the door, pacing back and forth with an anxious expression.
Upon seeing Xue Jing, he showed a relieved look... after all, the records indicated that this contestant had a history of being late.
Fortunately, it looks like he has a sense of ti. Last ti must have been an accident.
"Competitor Xue Jing!"
"Your match is about to start, please follow to the waiting area."
Xue Jing nodded at him, "Let's go."
Following the lead staff mber, about ten minutes later, Xue Jing arrived at the waiting area.
Forward was the entrance for the contestants; after that was the large arena.
He placed the Forgotten Greatsword against the floor, clasped his hands around the hilt, and quietly waited for the opening ceremony to end.
Soon, the singing and music stopped, and the announcer's voice ca through the speakers.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlen. Welco to the 37th U19 Unlimited Elite Fighting Tournant in Yuan City. I'm your comntator, Tao Xingshou!"
"After three months of fierce competition, we've co to today..."
The comntator rattled on, introducing the tournant, then went on to thank the sponsors and official guiding bodies.
Finally, it was ti to introduce the contestants.
"...Well, without further ado, let's not delay, please welco the contestants to enter the arena!"
"First up, please welco—Yin Muhu!"
Passionate, heavy BGM played.
"Hailing from the Outer Ring's Banyan City Diamond Dojo, Yin Muhu is a practitioner of the famous 'Vajra Wishful Hand'..."
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There was applause from the audience, but the response was not very strong. With Xue Jing's hearing, he could even faintly hear so talking noises, given how close he was.
"From the Outer Ring... haha, just filler..."
"What a strange look... a woman?"
Not hearing much, the comntator's voice soon drowned out Xue Jing's hearing.
"Let's look at the big screen to see Yin Muhu's hexagonal data..."
"Attack 9, Speed 8, Defense 9, Skill 10, Spirit 9, Intellect 8."
"Wow, those are so pretty luxurious stats, almost no weak points. Worthy of a contestant who made it to the finals!"
"Yin Muhu looks quite calm, it seems she is full of fighting spirit, her entire body radiates impatience."
"So, who is the contestant that she is so eager to face? Let's find out. Please welco with applause—Xue Jing!"
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