I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

Yin Muhu slid down, squatting on the ground, leaning against the repulsion membrane that continued to ripple out waves, reaching out to wipe away the fresh blood spilling from the corner of his mouth:

"Hidden Dragon School Mystique... lives up to its reputation."

Xue Jing did a backward somersault in mid-air, landing smoothly, and looked toward Yin Muhu, relieved to see her spirit was still quite good.

He was truly worried he might have accidentally killed Yin Muhu.

"Shady Girl, how is it, can you still hold on?"

Xue Jing spoke in a soft voice.

"What are you talking about, Xue," Yin Muhu's mouth curled up into an excited smile that totally mismatched her current beautiful girlish appearance, "Hasn't this just begun?"

That was the smile of a warrior.

That's right, at this moment, she could be called—a beautiful girl warrior!（X

Despite having a hole pierced straight through her stomach, it seemed that because of "Vajra Unleashed·True Self," the golden flames burning all over her did not diminish in the slightest.

Yin Muhu stood up, her abdominal muscles undulating, and the spiral wound on her stomach slowly closed as it twisted, forcibly sealing shut and stopping the bleeding.

She walked toward the edge of the great platform with her strong and shapely legs moving slowly.

There stood three full racks of weapons.

Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, axes, hooks, whips, maces, hammers, and claws, mallets, lances, sticks, and rods... not only traditional cold weapons from Zhuxia, but also those from foreign lands, like Western-style greatswords, eagle wing axes, rhinoceros horn scythes, flame-shaped swords, seven-branched swords...

Even the Aztec's "Macuahuitl" (Obsidian saw sword) could be found there.

These were weapons provided by the U19 organisers for the competitors.

U19, with its rule of no restrictions, allows participants to carry their own weapons, but inevitably, there are always some competitors who for various reasons do not bring their own.

For instance, some are overly confident and think they're good to go unarmed, only to regret it when they see their opponent wielding a blade.

Therefore, many weapons are always available on the U19 arena for participants to use at will... though, of course, very few actually end up doing so.

After all, the quality of these weapons could only be described as mediocre at best.

"Xue, I've already lost in hand-to-hand combat; let's next compare our prowess with weapons," Yin Muhu said as she pulled out an alloy eyebrow-level staff from the rack, her pretty face wearing a hint of seriousness.

Comparing weapons... she knew, was definitely not a good idea.

During the Maple City elimination matches, Xue Jing took action three times, with two of those using a sword, and even possessed an incredibly outrageous sword skills mystique, terrifying in its strength.

Everyone who had seen his matches knew he wasn't the kind who was stronger unarmed than with a weapon; rather, he was a master of weapons, deeply skilled in the way of blades.

Yin Muhu's gaze shifted and glanced at the ancient giant sword standing in the center of the platform.

Such a weapon, one which at a glance seemed terrifyingly heavy, if wielded by a powerful Martial Artist like Xue Jing... just the thought made one's scalp tingle.

Logically speaking, the best choice now was to only engage Xue Jing in hand-to-hand combat, try to prevent him from remembering that he brought a weapon to the stage...

However, after the combat just now, Yin Muhu was fully aware of the gap between her and Xue Jing.

Even using a sacrifice technique like "True Self Form," which multiplied her combat power several times, when facing Xue Jing, it was still like facing an abyss whose depth couldn't be seen, with no way of gauging his limits.

In terms of sheer hand-to-hand combat, she definitely couldn't win.

In that case, she might as well stick to her initial plan to burn out all her strength with no regrets.

Faced with such a request, Xue Jing naturally had no objections.

He nodded his head and walked over to the Forgotten Greatsword, extending his right hand to grasp the hilt.

The ancient and dusky blade emitted an indescribable imperious dignity, like a veteran general at the end of his days, with lingering power yet undispersed.

"In response to competitor Yin Muhu's suggestion, competitor Xue Jing has picked up a weapon!"

The commentator's excited voice echoed throughout the arena.

"According to pre-competition measurements, this is a terrifying giant sword that weighs a full two thousand two hundred and twelve kilograms, for ordinary Martial Artists, let alone using it as a weapon, lifting it would be a considerable challenge..."

"This is a weapon that seems to be designed to face some kind of giant creature; it's hard to imagine how frail human bodies can withstand the strike of such weight; it's a complete overkill!"

Backstage at the Super Arena, in the office of the head organizer of U19.

Zhou Yinglin sat in his executive chair, elbows resting on the armrests, hands together, looking at the live broadcast of the match on the screen in front of him.

When he saw Xue Jing reach for the giant sword and heard the commentator's introduction to the weight of the weapon, he slightly furrowed his brows.

"Is it coincidence... or intentional?"

Zhou Yinglin's hawk-like sharp eyes revealed a look of contemplation and doubt.

"The only flaw in 'Impeccable' that isn't quite a flaw... How could this country bumpkin from the Outer Ring possibly know of it?"

"Is he guided by a master?"

Zhou Yinglin pondered for a while, then shook his head.

"No matter, it makes no difference; even if he knows, he can't achieve the counter."

Zhou Yinglin muttered to himself.

On the platform, Xue Jing slowly drew out the ancient giant sword.

Its two-meter-three blade was so large it covered Xue Jing entirely.

"Clang——"

As the giant sword was drawn out, a clear ringing sound filled the air, and a blast of air surged outward.

A horrific oppressiveness spilled forth from Xue Jing's entire body.

He held the giant sword in one hand, brandishing it in the air to make a deep whooshing sound, then pointed the tip towards Yin Muhu and spoke softly: