I will eventually become a divine being through accumulating constantly

The commentator maintained excellent professionalism, his voice still rippling with passion.

However, the intimidating spiritual pressure exerted by Xue Jing as he entered the arena, as well as the tragic state of his opponent right after the match, lent an eerie atmosphere to the entire scene.

The audience was silent, exchanging looks, and their eyes followed the young man's retreating figure as he walked into the player's tunnel.

After a while, scattered applause began to sound.

With the emergence of applause, more and more people began to clap, the sound gradually growing louder.

Soon, more than half of the audience was applauding.

Although a significant portion of spectators remained motionless, the noise from over half of the two hundred thousand spectators was overwhelming, almost causing the whole Super Arena to subtly tremble.

"He's incredibly strong... this kind of oppressive feeling, he's like a 'Great Demon King!'"

"What Conqueror's Haki... this kind of spirit that suppresses the entire arena, I doubt even Zhou Yinglin could do it?"

"Dai Zongnian was a disciple of a Martial Saint, and it seemed in previous matches he was quite powerful, having a good chance of making it to the top eight. I didn't expect him to be killed in an instant..."

"Even Xue Jing didn't bring that huge Door-plank Sword he carries, killing with bare hands instantly!"

"He must have been holding back in his last match, probably because Yin Muhu is his friend!"

"I have seen his past match videos on the old network, his primary weapon is definitely a longsword, and he has one particularly powerful Ultimate Skill. It means he still hasn't used his full strength!"

"No wonder he was so bold in the interview, how can there be someone so good-looking and powerful... I'm a fan now, maybe he really could defeat Zhou Yinglin!"

"Come on, though he looks powerful, he still lacks one or two levels compared to Zhou Yinglin. There's a fundamental difference in the martial arts schools they practice, 'Impeccable' is simply too strong..."

The audience was abuzz with discussions, while on stage, the medical team was administering emergency care to Dai Zongnian.

In the players' viewing area, groups of familiar competitors gathered in twos and threes, their gazes flickering.

"Something's not right, very much or overwhelmingly not right!"

"What level has his Spiritual Level reached? Why can he manifest this almost materialized oppression? Even Zhou Yinglin can't achieve this!"

"There must be something strange... It's one thing to suppress ordinary people, but at that moment, even I felt dazed for a second!"

"Is this a martial arts practice that induces some kind of mutation in spiritual power? If so... wouldn't that be a Forbidden Skill?"

"He passed the pre-competition health check, and his Mutation Rate must be below 1%, this suspicion is unnecessary..."

"Then what is it?"

"Perhaps it's a matter of 'willpower'? I've heard that people who possess extremely strong beliefs in certain areas can sharpen their consciousness, unleashing greater power at the same levels..."

"Maybe Xue Jing wasn't just showing off during the pre-match interview; perhaps he genuinely feels invincible... This might be why his spiritual power is exceptionally strong."

"Did you see his move, the way he moved? Those colorful residual beams are not optical reflections on a physical level but directly affect our consciousness, causing us to see illusions!"

"Incredible, what level has he achieved in harnessing his spiritual power..."

Compared to the audience, the competitors, who were Professional Martial Artists, discussed more technical aspects.

Unaware of the spectators' thoughts, Xue Jing walked back to the backstage through the player's tunnel, heading towards his resting room unhurriedly.

"Hmm... I may have gone a bit too hard."

Xue Jing shook his head.

He had found the noisy audience somewhat annoying and decided not to waste time, quickly settling matters.

Although Dai Zongnian did have some skills, Xue Jing couldn't just casually finish it quickly, so he decisively used the 'Thunder Plough Hot Knife', an overwhelmingly powerful attack that crushed all of the opponent's defenses, killing him instantly.

Although he pulled back at the last moment, he still caused severe injuries.

However, in martial arts competitions, such degree of injury is within the normal range and is not considered excessive.

"Compared to this..."

Xue Jing opened his panel to check the prompt on his Experience Points gain.

[Your Spiritual Aura intimidated the entire arena, Meditation·True Experience Points +1268]

[Meditation·True advances to Lv9 (389/13000)]

Visualization True had leveled up.

This skill, born under the influence of 'Hundred Feet Pole's Top', had helped him immensely, and there were still many functions he had yet to uncover.

"Visualization True has transformed my consciousness, giving a substantial quality to my originally intangible spiritual power... When I get serious and deliberately project it outward, this substantial oppression could also be a very good application..."

Xue Jing stroked his chin, pondering.

"This is still just a targetless projection. If I can find a way to concentrate it, focusing on oppressing a few or even just one person, it should be enough to produce effects similar to the Conqueror's Haki, directly stunning or even killing someone."

"Worth developing..."

Xue Jing extended his right hand, palm open, and silently channeled his Qi Force.

Pale golden Qi Force poured out from his palm under his control, gathering together, and under the constraint of spiritual power, it slowly took shape, forming a ten-centimeter-tall pale golden figure.

With Visualization True at Level 9, combined with True Martial, deploying his Qi-powered avatar became even more effortless.

Xue Jing tossed the Qi-powered avatar in his hand.

Following a parabolic path, the small figure performed several aerial flips, landing agilely on the corridor floor twenty meters away from Xue Jing's physical body.