High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 125 The Qiming School League Begins!
The statue of Qin Feng, which stands at the top of the Hall of Heroes and belongs to him, did not cause any public ripples in the private network of Qiming No. 1 High School.

The existence of the "Hall of Heroes" is itself a hidden ultimate testing ground open only to the strongest.

From beginning to end, only one person has been qualified to enter and see those 372 legendary photos: the "strongest in the grade" who ranks first in the senior year on the real-time private domain leaderboard.

Once Qin Feng's strength reaches its peak and he leaves his own photo, only the top student in the senior year will be qualified to challenge the Hall of Heroes and discover that Qin Feng has successfully left his photo.

Therefore, apart from the teacher, no one else noticed that the protagonist had successfully taken a picture, surpassing the legend.

For Qin Feng, this was actually quite good.

He didn't care about those empty titles. For him, the greatest significance of being ranked first in the Hall of Heroes was that it lit up a milestone called "Surpassing My Benefactor" on his long and tedious path of cultivation.

More importantly, the exhilarating hand-to-hand combat with Sun Chantang, which allowed him to see his future path more clearly than ever before—no longer simply pursuing the ultimate breakthrough of a single "point," but rather, like Master Sun, using countless "points" to construct an impeccable "surface" of his own.

With the goal clearly defined, all that remains is the arduous practice of daily dedication, like water dripping on stone.

Time passed swiftly in this regular and tranquil practice.

Before we knew it, it was the night before the Qiming School League officially started.

……

Private martial arts room B-17.

Having finished a day of cultivation, Qin Feng still had a faint trace of moisture on his body. He sat cross-legged on the futon, turned on his wrist terminal, and dialed the communication number that he knew by heart.

The light screen flickered, and soon, two familiar faces appeared in the holographic projection.

One was his father, Qin Dahai.

At this moment, he was wearing a brand-new, crisp mining area mid-level management uniform, his hair was neatly combed, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out a lot, and he looked energetic and radiant.

The other one is his uncle, Wang Ming.

He changed into more presentable clothes, and the weariness and resentment he once had from struggling at the bottom of society had long since disappeared, replaced by a sense of pride and joy from the bottom of his heart.

Since Qin Feng first distinguished himself at Qiming No. 1 High School and achieved remarkable results, their lives and careers have undergone tremendous changes.

This is the truest law of the empire—when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

The value of a genius is enough to influence and change the fate of everyone around them.

"Xiaofeng!"

"Fengzi!"

Upon seeing Qin Feng, Qin Dahai and Wang Ming spoke almost simultaneously, their faces brimming with undisguised concern and pride.

"Dad, Uncle."

A gentle smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

In front of his family, he was always that calm and sensible child, not the "big devil" who made the whole school tremble.

"Tomorrow is the Qiming School League."

He succinctly stated the purpose of tonight's call: "Remember to watch the official live stream of 'Qiming Viewing'."

"School-level league! Great! Excellent!"

Wang Ming slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "We've been waiting for this day for ages! Don't worry, the factory knows about this and gave us leave right away. We'll still go to the 'Qiming Viewing Hall' building to watch the live stream and cheer you on!"

"sure."

Qin Dahai nodded repeatedly, his gaze fixed on his son's face, his eyes filled with love and relief.

But deep in his heart, he also harbored a fatherly worry that was hard to express.

He had looked it up; the Qiming School League's senior student competition brought together the top geniuses from all the martial arts high schools in Qiming.

The competition there is far more brutal than that of the freshman competition.

In order to compete for the title of Qiming Star this year and in the years to come, martial artists from other schools may even go on a killing spree to nip geniuses in the bud.

Although the number is extremely small, it has happened before.

After a moment of silence, Qin Dahai couldn't help but ask in as calm a tone as possible, "Xiaofeng, how are you doing now? Are you confident about this competition? Don't push yourself, safety first."

Qin Feng felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing his father's question.

"Don't worry, Dad."

He calmly replied, "My vitality index recently reached 30.0, which is already the limit for a level three martial artist."

"Thirty... thirty points?!"

The expressions on Qin Dahai and Wang Ming's faces froze instantly.

They could hardly believe their ears.

"No...it's not just that."

Seeing the extremely shocked expressions on their faces, Qin Feng thought for a moment and decided to put their minds at ease. He continued, "My two main killing techniques, the Thousand Army Spear and the Ferocious Bird Fist, have both broken through to the 'Mastery' level."

If the term "limit of a level three martial artist" only caused Qin Dahai and Wang Ming great shock.

Then, the words "realm of control" struck them like a thunderbolt.

Take control!

what is that?
That is the legendary realm of killing techniques that countless martial artists yearn to reach throughout their lives!
In their understanding, being able to cultivate a killing technique to "perfection" is already the mark of a rare genius.

"Control" is a realm that belongs only to legends and prodigies!

"Two...two gates...under control?"

Wang Ming stared in astonishment at Qin Feng on the light screen.

Qin Dahai opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He could only feel his heart pounding wildly.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of ecstasy, pride, and unfamiliarity, instantly welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision.

genius?

No, his son can no longer be described as a "genius".

That's... a monster!

He's a monster!
Stunningly talented!

Nothing more than that!

After a long silence, Qin Dahai took a deep breath, wiped his face vigorously, and said solemnly, "Good...good! You are indeed my son! Dad is proud of you! Go ahead and fight, we...we will be watching you from behind! Watching you get that 'Dawn General'!"

His worries vanished the moment he heard the word "control".

All that remained was overflowing pride.

After chatting for a few more minutes about everyday matters and reminding his parents to take care of their health, Qin Feng hung up the phone.

Inside the martial arts room, silence returned.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged, his mind filled with the incredibly excited expressions of his father and uncle. A warm smile involuntarily curved the corners of his mouth.

To protect this warmth, he must become stronger. He slowly closed his eyes, his mind sank into his sea of ​​consciousness, and began to visualize the majestic and boundless figure of the emperor, before entering a deep sleep.

He slept exceptionally well that night.

……

The next morning.

As soon as the light of the artificial sun, Qiming Star, shone across the campus of Qiming No. 1 High School, the entire school was plunged into a cacophony of noise.

Qin Feng, Shi Potian, and Qian Duoduo walked side by side on the tree-lined avenue leading to Beimian Tower.

Wow, there are so many people today!

Qian Duoduo looked at the dense crowd in front of him and couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

Everywhere you look, there are students wearing Qiyi High School uniforms.

They gathered in small groups, their faces filled with excitement and anticipation, and were converging like a tide towards the Beimianlou Square, their meeting point.

Qin Feng's gaze swept over this ocean full of youth and vitality, yet a sense of déjà vu arose in his heart.

He still clearly remembers that a year ago, he was one of those people.

At that time, he had just passed the freshman selection and was gathering in front of the North Crown Building for the first time.

He could clearly feel the surging vitality emanating from the senior students around him, which was as real as a physical force.

Those powerful auras converged, like a bottomless ocean, making even this inexperienced newcomer feel a sense of dread and oppression.

And now...

Qin Feng continued walking forward at the same pace without pausing for a moment.

However, the crowd in front of him seemed to part like Moses parting the sea, automatically clearing a wide path for the three of them, wide enough for an anti-gravity flying car to pass through.

When everyone's gaze fell upon Qin Feng's calm face, they would immediately look away as if they had been electrocuted.

Their eyes no longer held scrutiny or curiosity, but only a clear, heartfelt...awe and fear.

The entire square was bustling with thousands of students.

But wherever Qin Feng went, there was an eerie, deathly silence.

"Tsk tsk, Lao Qin, your status is really getting more and more impressive."

Qian Duoduo, standing to the side, jokingly whispered.

Qin Feng smiled noncommittally.

Soon, they saw Sun He, Tie Lin, and other familiar figures in the designated area of ​​the square.

"Qin Feng!"

Upon seeing him, Sun He immediately greeted him with a hearty smile.

He patted Qin Feng's shoulder forcefully, his eyes filled with sincere blessings and expectations, "Today, it's all up to you! Bring back the 'Rising Star' trophy!"

"it is good!"

Qin Feng nodded.

After a brief greeting, everyone quietly waited for the instructor to arrive.

Not long after, a familiar figure emerged from the North Crown Tower.

It's still Gu Yue, the mentor.

He was dressed in a smart combat uniform, his eyes flashing like lightning as he swept over all the participating students present.

"All participants, get ready!"

His voice, as always, was concise and powerful.

At his command, an enormous, streamlined, silver-gray planetary transport shuttle silently rose from the helipad behind the North Crown Tower and hovered above the plaza, casting a huge shadow.

The students began to enter the shuttle in an orderly fashion, guided by the beam of light.

The interior of the shuttle is extremely spacious, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Qin Feng found a seat by the window and sat down. Shi Potian and Qian Duoduo naturally sat down next to him as well.

Soon, the shuttle shuddered slightly and began to rise steadily into the sky.

Through the huge porthole, the campus of Qiming No.1 High School, which resembles a futuristic city, is rapidly shrinking.

Next, the magnificent scenery of the entire Qiming metropolitan area unfolds.

Skyscrapers stand tall like a forest, piercing the clouds.

Countless anti-gravity shuttles, like streaks of light, shuttled endlessly along their pre-set routes, forming a dazzling network of light that covered the entire city.

The man-made sky, radiating a soft glow, makes this great city look like a dream.

He had seen the same view a year ago.

But at this moment, Qin Feng's mindset is completely different from before.

A year ago, when he saw this scene, he was filled with awe at the big city and with longing and anticipation for the future.

Now, his gaze has long since transcended the boundaries of this city.

In his mind, what appeared was the world-destroying scene of billions of lightning bolts surging and roaring in the Enlightenment Thunder Pool, tempering all things; it was him standing on the battlefield of Purgatory-VII, gazing up at the eternal crimson sky stained blood by the alien race's cannon fire; it was those magnificent, incomparably beautiful nebulae that he saw through the subspace network, slowly rotating amidst the brilliant starry sky...

The magnificence of this world is indeed magnificent.

But compared to the vast and magnificent universe, it seems so insignificant.

An indescribable surge of pride welled up within him.

Looking out the window at the boundless sky and the artificial sun radiating endless light and heat, a line of poetry from an ancient book from a distant era, filled with boundless pride and wildness, unconsciously welled up in his mind.

"Wanting to compete with the heavens in height."

He murmured softly, his voice low but carrying a firmness that could shake mountains.

"Huh? Old Qin, what did you say?"

Qian Duoduo, who was standing nearby with sharp ears, immediately leaned over and asked curiously, "What 'heavenly father'? 'Comparing heights'? Where did you hear these words from?"

Qin Feng snapped out of his reverie, smiled, and replied:
"I think I saw it in some ancient book, but I can't quite remember which one."

The shuttle was extremely fast, and after breaking through the atmosphere, it entered a high-speed travel mode.

The view outside the window transformed into a deep darkness, adorned with glittering stars.

Just over ten minutes later, the shuttle began to slow down and re-enter the planet's atmosphere.

Destination, arrived.

The shuttle descended slowly and finally came to rest in the central square of a massive, magnificent complex of buildings that resembled a white crown.

This is the venue for every Qiming School League – the North Pole Crown.

(End of this chapter)