I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Xue Jing pinched his chin.

"It seems I can only use persistent effort," he mused.

"A martial artist's Kungfu Body will adaptively change with the continuous practice of martial arts," he thought.

"As long as I keep practicing relentlessly, pursuing the essence of rigidity, my current Kungfu Body will gradually evolve, becoming more suited to unleashing pure rigid force, and in time, the 'Extremely Rigid True Dragon' will naturally emerge."

A feeling of dizziness came over him, and Xue Jing pressed his temples, exiting the Consciousness Simulation.

All of everything dissipated into blocks of pixels, and Xue Jing opened his eyes back in reality.

"I'll take it slow," he said to himself.

Fortunately, the Hidden Dragon School's Kungfu Body was quite versatile and innately had strong adaptability to martial arts from other sects, so the process shouldn't take too long.

[...Hidden Dragon Energy Experience Points +306]

[...Meditative Visualization True· Experience Points +288]

After checking his gains on the panel, Xue Jing closed his eyes, and in just a few seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.

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The next day at noon, in the lounge area of the hotel lobby.

Xue Jing, Yin Muhu, and Jiang Siwei were sitting on the sofa in the lounge area, watching a tablet that was placed on the table in front of them.

It was brought by the agent, Jiang Siwei.

The screen of the computer showed a live stream.

A line of subtitles read below—

[U19 No-Limit Fighting Tournament - Regional Knockout - Maple City Sector Drawing Ceremony, About to Start]

The video was still playing ads at the moment, and Xue Jing, bored, said, "Speaking of which, how much is the prize money for the U19 tournament?"

Sitting beside him, Jiang Siwei thought for a moment before she answered,

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"The prize money itself isn't much. The total prize pool this year is less than one hundred million Zhuxia currency... As for the champion's prize, it should be around twenty million."

"The prize money for martial arts competitions is just a bonus; what matters is the fame and honor gained during the competition," she said.

Jiang Siwei glanced at Xue Jing, still feeling it was a pity.

If this young man were willing, with the resources of the club he could quickly become a rising, unstoppable top new star.

It's a shame he doesn't seem to be interested.

But, he sure was good-looking...

Jiang Siwei gazed at Xue Jing's perfectly contoured profile, somewhat distracted.

"It looks like it's starting," Yin Muhu said from beside him, arms crossed over his chest.

On the tablet computer, the advertising had ended, and the screen switched to a brightly lit, large stage.

A middle-aged host with an honest face, dressed in a suit and shoes, stood on the stage, holding a stack of cards, rattling off various advertising slogans.

Behind him was a huge screen displaying messages like audience barrages, text messages, and the like.

"...well then, without further ado, dear viewers, please look at the big screen!" the host said, pointing his hand, and the image instantly changed.

"Here it comes, the list of contestants." Jiang Siwei and Yin Muhu immediately sat up straight and started watching intently.

On the screen, there were four groupings of names, eight each, totaling thirty-two competitors.

Xue Jing's name was also among them, positioned in the second row, third place.

After confirming his name among them, he glanced casually at the other names.

With just a sweep of his eyesight, he memorized all the names of the dozens of competitors.

Comparing with the competitor information Jiang Siwei gave him the day before, he noticed that, except for someone named 'Deng Jizhou,' all the other contestant's names were included in that information.

'Pretty impressive,' Xue Jing glanced at Jiang Siwei and nodded.

"Du Mingluan and Kou Chengjian from the two major branches of the Night King Style, Jiang Jinkang from the Rage Tide Sect, Ji Huaiyu from the Four Elements Dojo..." Yin Muhu listed the sects and names of some competitors.

"They are all well-known young talents. This edition of U19 has too fierce a competition..." she said.

After speaking, she couldn't help but look at Xue Jing sitting beside her.

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"Especially with you around..."

Xue Jing smiled but didn't say anything.

The live broadcast began to show detailed introductions of the contestants.

Many of them had participated in public competitions before and had made appearances.

"... Li Chengxuan, a direct disciple of Qingcheng's Golden Wind Dojo, trained by the professional martial artist Jiao Hongyuan ninth dan..."

On the computer, they were introducing someone Xue Jing was quite familiar with; then the screen cut to a playback of Li Chengxuan's highlights from previous matches.

"...the dark horse who made a surprising rise in the previous preliminaries, practicing the martial arts sect 'Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword,' also known as the No-Blade Four Sword Style, which terrifyingly trains hands and feet to become true swords, and each strike is either deadly or injurious!"

In the footage, Li Chengxuan crossed paths with an opponent in a flash, flicking the blood from his hand blade, as his opponent slowly fell to the ground, looking quite handsome.

Yin Muhu curled his lips, "That's some obvious posing... Too deliberate."

Jiang Siwei laughed lightly, "Aren't all young people like that? Loving to show off."

...It would be nice if he liked showing off just as much.

Jiang Siwei looked at Xue Jing and couldn't help thinking.

He didn't have the flamboyance of a young man and was too mature for his age, leaving no angle for others to grasp.

As the contestant introductions continued, it was quickly Xue Jing's turn.

This time, the screen only showed a silhouette with a white question mark over it, followed by some basic information - conspicuously lacking in detail.

Just the name, Martial Arts Sect of Hidden Dragon School, and the representative seed player of 'Galaxy Martial Arts Club.' Nothing more.

"Quite mysterious, huh? Doesn't this give off a hidden BOSS vibe?" Xue Jing raised an eyebrow and smiled.

Jiang Siwei shook her head, "This is actually quite common. Many large clubs arrange for their newly signed young talents to make a stunning debut at U19, audiences are used to it."

Yin Muhu, however, agreed, "You indeed are a hidden BOSS."

Xue Jing waved his hand and voiced a modest protest, "What big truths you're spouting."

Soon, the contestant introductions were over, and the screen switched back to the main stage.

"Next up is the drawing of lots... I hope Little Jing you can draw one of the first eight matches and finish on the first day,"

Jiang Siwei said.

"That way you'd get one more day of rest than the contestants in the later eight matches..."

"For martial artists, injuries can happen easily in competitions, so having a little more rest time is always better."

The knockout preliminary round was from thirty-two to sixteen, divided over two days, and after that, there was only one day to rest. Contestants who drew one of the first eight matches could finish on the first day, which was considered a good draw.

Yin Muhu's mouth twitched, "Er... I don't think you need to worry about that."

Jiang Siwei pushed up her glasses, curious.

This strong-looking... girl seemed to have high regard for Little Jing.

Although she had looked at Xue Jing's information and knew he was quite strong, she had never seen him in action, so she did not have a specific understanding of his martial arts skill level.

Yin Muhu scratched her head and grumbled in a sweet girl's voice that contrasted with her looks, "I just hope we're not in the same half-bracket... I don't want to be sent home after just two matches, only to be ridiculed by that old coot of a master for an entire year."

Xue Jing gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"I think you won't be that unlucky, Shady Girl."

On the live broadcast, an elderly man in a training garment, with a clear, spirited face, walked onto the stage from backstage. His steps were extremely steady, and his body didn't tremble at all as he walked.

"Next, we invite the eighth dan, Xu Jinghong, to personally conduct the drawing of lots!"

...

Maple City, at a top-floor suite in a certain hotel.

Li Chengxuan soaked in a circular bathtub, holding a champagne flute filled to the brim, while two naked beauties embraced him, leaning on his shoulders on both sides.

Watching the screen of the large TV in front of him, the initially pleased Li Chengxuan's face suddenly darkened.

[Match six: 'Hidden Dragon School' Xue Jing VS 'Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword' Li Chengxuan]

"Damn it, this persistent little brat!"

"Forget it, I was careless last time. This time on the field, I'll definitely beat you to death!"

Li Chengxuan issued his threat, yet a sense of unease he didn't want to admit crept into his mind.

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