Chapter 180: Chapter 124: Extremely Rigid True Dragon, Wishful Shaping, Hidden BOSS Xue Jing (4K)_2

Xue Jing pinched his chin.

“It looks like I’ll have to rely on slow and steady effort now.”

“A Martial Artist’s body will gradually adapt and change according to the martial arts they practice.”

“As long as I keep practicing relentlessly, aiming for pure rigidity, my current body will gradually adapt to it, and naturally, the ‘Extremely Rigid True Dragon’ will manifest.”

Feeling dizzy, Xue Jing pressed his temples and exited the Consciousness Simulation.

Everything dissolved into pixels, and Xue Jing opened his eyes in reality.

“Let’s take it slow,” he muttered to himself.

Fortunately, the Hidden Dragon Body was quite versatile and highly adaptive to other martial arts sects’ techniques, so this 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 fell into a deep sleep within mere seconds.

…

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

Xue Jing, Yin Muhu, and Jiang Siwei were sitting on the couch, watching a tablet placed on the table in front of them.

It was brought by their agent, Jiang Siwei.

The tablet screen displayed a live broadcast.

Below, a caption read—

[U19 Unlimited Fighting Competition – Regional Elimination – Maple City Sector Drawing Ceremony, about to begin]

At that moment, the video was still playing ads, and while idle, Xue Jing casually asked,

“By the way, how much is the prize money for the U19 competition?”

Jiang Siwei, sitting next to him, pondered before responding,

“The prize itself isn’t much, the total prize pool this year is just shy of 100 million Zhuxia currency… For the champion, it should be around 20 million.”

“The prize money in martial arts competitions is just a bonus, what’s important is the fame and honors gained during the competition.”

Jiang Siwei gave Xue Jing a glance, still feeling a tinge of regret.

This young man could quickly become a shining, unstoppable superstar with the resources of the club if he wanted.

Too bad he didn’t seem interested.

Still, he was quite a sight…

Jiang Siwei gazed at Xue Jing’s flawlessly contoured profile, momentarily losing herself.

“It looks like it’s starting,” said Yin Muhu, who was sitting next to them with his arms crossed.

On the tablet, the ads had ended, and the screen switched to a brightly lit grand stage.

A middle-aged male host in a suit, looking simple and honest, stood on the stage, holding a stack of cards and incessantly spouting various slogans.

Behind him was a giant screen playing various viewers’ bullet chats and text messages.

“… With less idle chatter, dear viewers, please look at the big screen!”

The host finished speaking and gestured with his hand, the screen instantly switched.

“Here it comes, the list of contestants.” Jiang Siwei and Yin Muhu instantly sat up straighter and watched intently.

On the screen, thirty-two names were listed in four groups of eight.

Xue Jing’s name was also there, positioned in the second row and third in line.

He checked his name was listed, then casually glanced over the other names.

Just a sweep of his gaze and he had remembered dozens of names.

Comparing it with the contestant information Jiang Siwei gave him yesterday, he noted that except for someone named ‘Deng Jizhou,’ all other contestants’ names were in that document.

“Pretty impressive,” Xue Jing looked at Jiang Siwei and nodded.

“Du Mingluan and Kou Chengjian from the branches of the Night King Style, Jiang Jinkang from the Rage Tide Sect, Ji Huaiyu from the Four Elements Dojo…”

Yin Muhu mentioned each sect and name beside him.

“These are all well-known young talents, this U19 competition is too fierce…”

After saying this, she couldn’t help but glance at Xue Jing next to her.

“Especially with you around…”

Xue Jing just smiled and remained silent.

In the live broadcast, detailed introductions of the contestants began to appear.

Many of them had participated in public competitions before and had been seen.

“…Li Chengxuan, direct disciple of the Qingcheng Golden Wind Dojo under the professional martial artist Jiao Hongyuan, ninth dan…”

The computer was introducing someone Xue Jing was quite familiar with; then the screen cut to a video of Li Chengxuan’s past dazzling moments in competition.

“…In the previous preliminaries, an underdog fiercely rose up, practicing the martial arts sect ‘Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword,’ known as the No-Blade Four Sword Style, which trains hands and feet to become real blades, terribly lethal in martial arts, always resulting in death or injury!”

In the footage, Li Chengxuan crossed past his opponent in a flash, flinging the blood off his hand blade, as his opponent slowly fell to the ground, looking quite handsome.

Yin Muhu next to him smirked, “That’s some obvious posing… way too deliberate.”

Jiang Siwei laughed lightly, “Aren’t all young people like that, loving to show off?”

…It would be good if this one loved to show off like him.

Jiang Siwei thought as she looked at Xue Jing.

He had none of a young man’s flamboyance, somewhat too mature for his age, without anything for one to really grasp.

As contestants continued to be introduced, it soon turned to Xue Jing.

This time, the screen only displayed a silhouette with a question mark in the middle, then some basic information, scanty and lacking.

Just his name, affiliated sect Hidden Dragon School, and that he was a representative seed player of the ‘Galaxy Martial Arts Club,’ nothing more.

“Quite mysterious, huh? Isn’t it like having a hidden BOSS vibe?” Xue Jing raised his eyebrow and smiled.

Jiang Siwei shook her head, “It’s actually pretty common, many large clubs arrange the debut of their new young talents at the U19 to make a stunning impression. The audience is used to it by now.”

Yin Muhu agreed, “You indeed are a hidden BOSS.”

Xue Jing waved his hand and sighed in modesty, “Stop talking nonsense with truths.”

Soon, the introduction of contestants was over, and the screen switched back to the main stage.

“Next up will be the draw… I hope Little Jing gets one of the first eight matches, to finish on the first day,”

Jiang Siwei said.

“That way you’ll have an extra day of rest compared to those in the latter eight matches…”

“Martial Artists often get seriously injured in matches; any extra rest is beneficial.”

The knockout preliminaries were from thirty-two to sixteen, split over two days, and after finishing, there was only one day to recuperate; getting one of the first eight matches meant a good draw.

Yin Muhu slightly moved his lips, “Um… I think you don’t need to worry about this.”

Jiang Siwei pushed up her glasses, somewhat curious.

This impressive-looking… girl seems to highly regard Little Jing.

Although she had seen Xue Jing’s dossier and knew he was quite strong, she hadn’t witnessed it firsthand and didn’t have a solid understanding of his martial arts skill level.

Yin Muhu scratched his head and muttered in a contrasting sweet girlish tone, “I just hope I’m not in the same half as you… I don’t want to have to slink back after losing just two matches. That damned old man, my grandmaster, would mock me for a whole year.”

Xue Jing reassuringly patted her shoulder,

“I think you won’t be that unlucky, Shady Girl.”

In the live broadcast, an elderly man wearing a training garment with a distinguished-looking face and full of spirit walked onto the stage from backstage, his steps extremely steady, his body not trembling at all.

“Next, we invite Xu Jinghong, eighth dan, to personally conduct the draw!”

…

In a top-floor suite of a hotel in Maple City,

Li Chengxuan was bathing in a large round bathtub, holding a champagne flute filled to the brim, with two naked beautiful women clinging to him, nestled against his shoulders on each side.

Watching the screen displayed on the large television in front of him, his previously good mood suddenly darkened.

[Match Six: ‘Hidden Dragon School’ Xue Jing VS ‘Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword’ Li Chengxuan]

“That damn persistent brat!”

“Forget it, I was careless last time. This time on the stage, I will definitely kill you!”

Li Chengxuan issued a ruthless threat, but a hint of anxiety he wouldn’t admit to himself inexplicably surfaced.

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