How is that possible!?
The hands that had been holding the long spear were numb, almost losing sensation, as though he had just begun training under his senior brother's strict supervision, thrusting the spear continuously for three days and nights.
What in the world happened?
Confused, the voice of Xue Jing, unfluctuating in tone, sounded beside his ear.
"Your chance is used up, you did your best."
As soon as the words fell, a severe pain suddenly transmitted all over his body.
A fishing rod, transforming into the familiar endless torrent, enveloped him.
"Zzzzzzz——"
The unsharp fishing rod, yet like a real spear, punctured one densely packed bloody hole after another in his body.
This scene, almost identical to the previous competition except for the different weapon, left Zhou Yinglin sowhat dazed.
"Weak thrusts."
"Clumsy backhand."
"Loose footwork."
"Slow reaction."
While holding the fishing rod with one hand, Xue Jing lifted Zhou Yinglin off the ground and held him in the air, muttering continuously.
"Nothing decent about you, yet you dream of competing on the sa stage as ? Keep dreaming!"
Following the final reprimand, Xue Jing thrust with the fishing rod—it was the hundredth 'spear'.
A Heavenly Feather Garnt, condensed to the extre as if substantial, appeared and settled on Zhou Yinglin.
Zhou Yinglin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, fell to his knees, looked at the garb on himself, and trembled, "Hundred Needles, Thousand Threads, how is this possible..."
Xue Jing said, "Practiced a few more days, a slight improvent, isn't that quite normal?"
"What, you can't do it? A genius? "
Zhou Yinglin's eyes, sharp as a hawk's, completely lost their luster, "Impossible, it can't be, it shouldn't... "
Xue Jing planted the fishing rod into the ground beside him, walked toward Zhou Yinglin, and while walking, quietly said, "Still unwilling to face reality? It doesn't matter to , but I now have to regretfully inform you."
"The competition is over."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinglin suddenly looked up at Xue Jing, his eyes conveying deep fear.
He half lay on the ground, scrambling backwards, hysterically yelling: "Don't... don't co over ahhhh!"
The loudness of his voice almost made the entire audience hear.
But as everyone viewed him with sympathy and could not bear to watch, the rciless Great Demon King, exuding a black thunder pattern aura, approached him, reaching out to grab his foot.
"Bang——!!"
Zhou Yinglin's whole body was swung in a semi-circle and harshly smashed onto the opposite floor, directly shattering the ground to rubble and forming a human-shaped pit.
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In an instant, his eyes rolled back as he nearly passed out, countless amounts of blood bursting from the holes all over his body, making one wonder if a human body could hold that much liquid.
"Bang——""Bang——""Bang——"
The sound of a body smashing into the ground resounded continuously, as Xue Jing swung Zhou Yinglin about like wielding a Giant Sword, and with each hit, the Super Arena faintly vibrated a few tis with the severity of the force.
Not until the body of Zhou Yinglin in his hand was completely shattered, lying twisted on the ground like a broken sack, did Xue Jing stop his actions and release the grip on his ankle.
"As a weapon, the human body is truly poor and difficult to use..."
In the silent Super Arena, Xue Jing's not-so-loud voice spread throughout the arena.
He walked to the side, pulled up the fishing rod planted in the floor, and swung it hard.
The imnse force stirred the air, gathering the pale azure Wind of All Beginnings that had diffused around the stage.
The Wind of All Beginnings, inherently cohesive, always attracted to each other even when dispersed, and stayed within close proximity, gradually recondensing into a mass, so although it was burst open by Zhou Yinglin, it did not scatter but remained on the stage.
Now, Xue Jing swung the fishing rod from various angles several tis, forcibly gathering it into a fist-sized ball of wind, holding it in one hand.
He turned back to glance at the lifeless Zhou Yinglin and spoke faintly:
"I'll be taking this away."
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreent."
Zhou Yinglin was motionless.
"Looks like you agree, thanks."
After the insincere thanks, Xue Jing, carrying the flawless fishing rod, headed toward the player's alley.
Only after his figure had disappeared did the referee swallow hard, frantically picked up the whistle hanging on his chest, and blew the whistle signaling the end of the competition.
"Vic… victory has been determined!"
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(Forgot to set the ti, bumr, wasted a day off request...)
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