"What do you think, Old Song?"
In the contestant viewing area, a sowhat cynically laid-back youth asked the stern-faced young man next to him, who was crossing his arms.
Song Nanxing glanced at him and replied indifferently, "What are you referring to... don't call Old Song, Wei Junwu, I'm not that close to you."
Wei Junwu waved his hand, "Look what you're saying, we're all buddies here... I was talking about that strike from Xue Jing just now."
As he said it, he uncertainly added, "Um, it should count as a 'sword' I guess."
"What do you think?"
Song Nanxing did not respond imdiately, instead remaining silent for a while before he finally spoke softly,
"It's not suitable."
Wei Junwu smiled and said, "Oh? What's not suitable, let's hear it."
Song Nanxing looked at him and calmly stated, "That killing move and that weapon are completely mismatched."
"They are almost diatrically opposed extres... but because of that, they are very terrifying."
Wei Junwu, appearing to agree, exclaid, "Yes, quite terrifying."
At their side stood several other competitors, who due to their insufficient skills, could hardly understand the cryptic conversation between these two experts.
Song Nanxing gazed at the scattered pieces of the Alloy Qini Stick covering the stage, his eyes reflecting deep thought.
The Hidden Dragon School's Mystique Penetrating Gaze, in his view, clearly pursued a concentrated point of ultimate destructive power.
This technique could be used with weapons, best suited for sharp-tipped ones like spears or swords, next followed by straight, unyielding weapons like sticks.
As for that door panel Xue Jing was wielding... it couldn't be said to be integrated, at the very least it was greatly divergent.
But precisely because of this, those who knew their stuff found Xue Jing's capability frightening.
Forcefully adapting an ill-suited technique to match the weapon in hand, that's not sothing a normal person could achieve.
A typical martial artist daring to attempt this manipulation might at least be severely injured, if not paralyzed or dead.
But considering Xue Jing's consistently carefree deanor... it seed he didn't feel the horrific physical strain that such a maneuver required.
"Could this person have undergone super surgery to alter his body's structure?"
"That's not right, everyone has to go through a physical check before the competition starts, anyone with a mutation rate over 1% wouldn't even be able to step into the arena."
"Can a native body do this kind of thing before breaking the limit?"
While pondering, Wei Junwu, looking intrigued, asked,
"So do you think he can beat Zhou Ying Lin or not?"
Song Nanxing, with an unfluctuating tone, said, "Are you joking with ?"
"At this level, it's impossible to break through 'Impeccable'... Although Xue Jing hasn't exerted his full strength, from what we've seen so far, he still has a long way to go compared to Zhou Ying Lin."
Wei Junwu shrugged, "That's too bad."
"Zhou Ying Lin's purpose for joining the U19 seems quite perplexing... I've got a piece of insider info, not sure if it's true. Old Song, do you have any news to cross-check it with mine?"
Song Nanxing expressionlessly said, "I have no news, say it if you want to."
Wei Junwu, grinning, said, "No worries, we're all buddies here, I'll tell you for free."
He paused, then suddenly raised his voice, "I heard Zhou Ying Lin joined the competition just to pretend to slip up and kill Xue Jing on stage!!"
The excessively loud voice didn't only reach Song Nanxing; all nearby competitors, and even so spectators in nearby seats, heard it clearly.
Instantly, everyone who heard turned their eyes sharply towards Wei Junwu.
Song Nanxing's brow twitched, his face a mix of incredulity and bewildernt.
"What are you trying to do, you death wisher?"
"Hehehehe..." Wei Junwu, with a cheeky grin, did not respond.
The surrounding people buzzed with astonishnt.
"Damn, this is big news!"
"How could that be... but speaking of it, Zhou Ying Lin coming to join the U19 across city circles is strange enough by itself!"
"Is this really true or not?"
"Who cares if it's true or not, spread the word first!"
...
In the competitors' lounge, Xue Jing sat cross-legged on the floor, the Forgotten Greatsword resting on his knees.
He stretched his hand to gently stroke the ancient and weathered blade, feeling its heartbeat-like 'thump'' thump' sounds.
The last ti he had a similar experience was with the Crouching Rabbit Sword.
And as a result, the Crouching Rabbit Sword sacrificed itself, transforming its physical decaying blade into an intangible, immortal Sword Intent, achieving his Heavenly Blade Mystique—Cherry Full Moon.
Was the Forgotten Greatsword facing the sa situation?
Xue Jing pondered it for a long ti and then shook his head.
"That's not right, this feeling... seems sowhat different from the last ti."
He thought for a while, then stood up, grabbed the giant sword's hilt, and hefted the Forgotten Greatsword horizontally.
He then swung diagonally in the air.
The massive blade cut through the void, stirring up a huge gust that shifted the nearby table and chairs by several centiters.
Miao Miao, curled up asleep on the sofa, smacked her lips and turned over, continuing her slumber.
"It always feels like sothing's odd."
Xue Jing thought it over for a long ti but couldn't pin down what was off, so he shook his head and decided not to think anymore.
He took out the Green Cube, twisted one layer with one hand, and tossed it into the air.
A swirling vortex of green light appeared, and Xue Jing put the Forgotten Greatsword into it before tucking away the Green Cube and stepping out of the lounge.
He headed to a nearby dical room first to check on Yin Muhu.
At the mont, Yin Muhu was still unconscious and hadn't awakened, but since Xue Jing had been careful with his strike, her injuries, while severe, were not life-threatening; she just needed a long period of rest.
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