High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 159: Monster-level strength! Terrifying rate of progress! Shocking countless senior students!

Lei Meng opened his mouth, but the words of the gangster saying, "Don't worry, boss, I'll protect your family from now on," just wouldn't come out.

He knew that Qin Feng, with his pride, had no need for such cheap sympathy.

All he could do was offer his heartfelt admiration.

The playful expression on Xiong Yanfu's face had vanished without a trace.

As the cheers of millions of spectators coalesced into a torrent powerful enough to shake the heavens, a majestic and solemn voice resounded throughout every corner of the Glory Arena.

"quiet!"

With just two words, the deafening roar of billions of voices was instantly suppressed by an invisible force, plunging the entire magnificent arena into an eerie, pin-to-the-ground silence.

An elderly man, dressed in a magnificent dark gold robe, with white hair and beard, and an imposing, dignified expression, appeared as a holographic projection of himself, standing thousands of feet tall, directly above the arena.

He looked down at the tens of millions of contestants and spectators below, his gaze as deep as the starry sea.

It was Sikong Wang, one of the vice principals of Canaan Star Martial Arts University and a powerhouse who had already reached the level of a black hole.

"The Canaan Rookie Cup, held once every ten years, officially begins today!"

Sikong Wang's voice, though devoid of any spiritual energy, clearly penetrated the depths of everyone's soul.

"The rules remain the same!"

"1v1, single-elimination!"

"Power armor and psionic weapons are not allowed, and recovery potions are not permitted."

"Now, the first round of matchmaking begins!"

The moment the words fell, the simulated blue sky and white clouds on the huge energy dome in the center of the arena vanished, replaced by a deep digital galaxy composed of endless data streams.

Twenty-two million eight hundred thousand points of light, representing the contestants, flashed, collided, and intertwined wildly within.

In the audience, Qin Feng and his friends held their breath, watching the rapidly scrolling matchmaking screen on their personal terminals.

hum-

A soft sound.

The data stream freezes.

The first-round opponents for everyone have been decided.

[Participant: Qin Feng (Student ID: GX7382901)]

[First Round Battle Arena: Area B-71, Arena No. 1314]

【Player: Li Mu (Student ID: GX9527483)】

[Teleportation countdown: 60 seconds]

“My opponent is a veteran of ten years, which is a bit tricky.”

Xiong Yanfu frowned.

"Me too, a colleague in the same battle group had a vitality index of 400 points last year."

Lei Meng scratched his bald head, his face full of excited fighting spirit.

Shi Potian and Tie Mu didn't speak, but simply nodded silently, clearly indicating that their opponent was no pushover either.

"Gentlemen, may your military prowess be abundant."

Qin Feng calmly addressed the crowd.

"Boss, you too! Take them down!"

Before they finished speaking, a soft white light enveloped them.

The next second, the world was spinning.

When Qin Feng's vision cleared again, he was standing on a huge arena, a kilometer long, paved with an unknown black alloy.

The pale blue energy shield, like an inverted giant bowl, completely isolates this place from the noise of the outside world.

Absolute silence makes one's senses incredibly sharp.

A hundred meters away opposite him, his first opponent, Li Mu, also appeared at the same time.

He was a very young-looking boy, still carrying a hint of childishness.

He was wearing a brand-new, basic standard light armor suit, and he gripped a standard alloy longsword tightly in his hand. His palms were sweaty from nervousness.

Clearly, he, like Shi Potian, is a freshman who just enrolled this year.

The moment Li Mu saw Qin Feng, a hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

When Qin Feng faced that battle, he was as imposing and dignified as a grandmaster, exuding an aura of composure.

It was obvious that this was a powerful "veteran" whom he absolutely could not contend with.

But none of those who were admitted to Canaan would surrender without a fight.

"Please...please give me some pointers, senior!"

Li Mu mustered all his courage and roared to bolster his own spirit.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, he charged towards Qin Feng like an arrow released from a bow!

The longsword in his hand drew a standard, textbook-perfect stabbing trajectory.

However, in Qin Feng's eyes, all of this was as slow as a snail's pace and full of flaws.

Qin Feng didn't even move his feet an inch.

He simply stood there quietly, casually raising his right hand and effortlessly handing forward the three-meter-long, level-four alloy spear.

There was no sound of wind and thunder, no dazzling visual effects of killing moves.

It's that simple.

It was as if they were just practicing the most basic stabbing moves.

Yet this seemingly simple shot was executed with an astonishingly precise timing, angle, and speed.

It arrived first despite being behind, as if it had foreseen all of Li Mu's movements, and appeared directly at the end of his charge path.

laugh--

The cold, unintentional tip of the spear silently stopped just a millimeter from Li Mu's throat.

The concentrated force emanating from the gun, along with the sharp gust of wind it generated, pierced the skin of his neck, bringing a chilling, stinging pain.

Li Mu's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

He froze on the spot, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints from extreme fear, and cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He could feel that if the tip of the gun advanced just one millimeter further, his throat would be pierced instantly.

lost.

A complete and utter defeat, with no doubt whatsoever.

From the moment he charged forward to the moment the gun tip locked onto his throat, the entire process took less than a second.

"I...I give up."

He managed to squeeze out those three words with difficulty.

The moment the words fell, the referee's icy voice resounded throughout the entire arena.

[B-71 District, Arena 1314, Qin Feng wins!]

With a flash of white light, Qin Feng's figure disappeared from the arena and returned to the audience seats.

At the same time as him, Lei Meng, Xiong Yanfu, Tie Mu, Shi Potian, Qin Lan and Yin Jing also returned.

Clearly, everyone won the first round with ease.

"Damn, I was instantly killed."

Lei Meng shrugged helplessly: "My luck is terrible. I encountered an old monster with a life force index of 400 in the first round."

Then came the second round, the third round...

The pace of the game was astonishingly fast.

Tens of thousands of arenas are engaged in action simultaneously, with a new round of battles starting almost every few minutes.

Qin Feng sat quietly in his seat. Every time he was matched with an opponent, he would teleport away and then return within tens of seconds or even a dozen seconds.

His battles were so simple they were tedious.

No matter who the opponent is, no matter if they use a knife, a sword, a fist, or a whip.

Regardless of whether the opponent's fighting style is fierce and unparalleled or unpredictable and agile.

Qin Feng's response is always limited to one move.

—Draw your gun.

A seemingly ordinary strike, yet it embodies an ultimate understanding of timing and distance.

No opponent could survive a second round after that first shot.

In the second round, his opponent was an agile assassin-type martial artist. He was eventually shot in the wrist, his sword slipped from his hand, and he had no choice but to admit defeat.

In the third round, his opponent was a heavily armored martial artist who specialized in defense. His thick shield, which was strong enough to withstand a full-force attack from an ordinary level four martial artist, was pierced by Qin Feng's spear at the weakest point of the spiritual energy flow. The force was immense, and the man and shield were blasted away, crashing directly into the protective shield.

Fourth round... Fifth round...

Time flew by in these battles, each one a foregone conclusion.

When the announcement signaled the end of the fifth round, Qin Feng's name finally began to attract attention in certain circles.

Inside a luxury VIP box in Zone C-98 of the Glory Arena.

Dozens of richly dressed and extraordinary martial artists were sitting around a huge holographic sand table.

None of them were less than a level six martial artist.

On the sand table, tens of thousands of points of light are flashing, each representing a player they believe has potential and deserves attention.

"Huh? This guy named Qin Feng, let's check his stats."

A young man in fine clothes, wearing three rings on his hand, pointed to a bright spot in the corner of the sand table that had just been marked as "high win rate" by the data analysis system.

Immediately, a martial artist in charge of the operation retrieved Qin Feng's information.

"Qin Feng, student ID GX7382901, has been enrolled for ten years. All his victories are one-hit kills, with an average time of no more than 15 seconds. Based on energy fluctuation analysis, his vitality index is estimated to be above 450 points. His opponent in the fifth round, 'Zhao Kai,' has a vitality index of 320 points and has mastered five perfect level one killing techniques, yet he was still instantly killed by Zhao Kai in one move."

"Oh? Ten years since you enrolled?"

The young man in the fine clothes became interested. "Ten years, and he's kept a low profile. That's interesting. Let's add him to our 'dark horse' watchlist and have the betting odds set high, maybe 1:5, so the bookmakers can offer him a 'top 100,000' bet."

"Yes, Master."

Similar scenes played out repeatedly in every corner of the arena.

Although Qin Feng's battle ended too quickly, it failed to attract widespread attention.

But for those "professional" viewers and bookmakers who enjoy analyzing data and uncovering dark horses, his terrifying record of "eight consecutive wins, all with a single blow" is enough to explain a lot.

His name began to appear quietly on the "potential stocks" lists of various stock exchanges.

Meanwhile, within Qin Feng and his group's own small circle, the atmosphere had become quite lively.

"Holy crap! Boss, you've got a nine-game winning streak now, right? That's incredible!"

Lei Meng watched as Qin Feng emerged from the teleportation light once again and shouted excitedly.

"Fatty Bear! Did you see that? People on the forum are already talking about Boss! They're saying he's one of the dark horses in this Rookie Cup!"

Xiong Yanfu proudly waved his personal terminal, which displayed his private betting chat group. At this moment, quite a few people in the group had already started placing bets on Qin Feng.

"calm down."

Xiong Yanfu waved his hand dismissively, "This is nothing! The real show is yet to come! When Lao Qin breaks into the top 100,000, that's when we'll reap the rewards!"

Qin Feng paid no attention to the discussions from the outside world.

His mind was completely absorbed in his own world.

For him, the winning streak was already something he had expected.

He was simply enjoying the pure process of crushing his opponents with absolute strength, while also observing the fighting styles of other opponents and constantly enriching his knowledge.

The sixth and seventh rounds...

The battle continues.

Qin Feng's winning streak continues.

His opponents grew stronger and stronger, from the initial freshmen to the seniors whose vitality index generally exceeded 300 points, or even 400 points.

Their killing techniques are becoming increasingly sophisticated, and some have even mastered the second-level killing techniques.

However, in the face of Qin Feng's seemingly simple but actually heavy as a mountain and fast as lightning, all resistance seemed futile and powerless.

Qin Feng was like a cold and precise killing machine, efficiently and accurately reaping victory after victory.

His name is generating more and more discussion on the forum.

His odds have been repeatedly lowered across various betting markets.

More and more spectators began to actively focus their attention on the arena where he was using holographic viewing devices.

People are eager to see where the limits are for this mysterious "dark horse" who has remained undefeated since the start of the competition and almost never makes a second move.

Finally, the matchmaking information for the eighth round of the competition appeared on Qin Feng's personal terminal.

Everyone knows that this round is a watershed moment.

Winning this battle means breaking through the ranks of more than 20 million participants, officially joining the "top 100,000", qualifying for the next stage of the main competition, and receiving the basic guaranteed reward!
[Eighth Round Battle Arena: Area A-03, Arena No. 0007]

【Player: Luo Cheng (Student ID: GX6983221)】

When Xiong Yanfu saw the name of his opponent, his expression slightly hardened.

"Luo Cheng... from the 'Tianwu Battle Group,' has been enrolled for twenty-three years. In the last Newcomer Cup, he broke into the top 200,000. Now his vitality index is 520 points. This time, it is predicted that he can enter the top 10,000."

"Boss, we've met our match this time."

Lei Meng's expression also turned serious.

Finally, a truly formidable enemy has arrived.

An opponent capable of forcing Qin Feng to reveal some of his true strength.

In the stands, millions of eyes were focused on the No. 7 ring located in the core A area through holographic viewing devices.

White light flashed.

Qin Feng and his opponent, Luo Cheng, appeared at opposite ends of the ring at the same time.

Luo Cheng was a wiry and strong man with a cold and stern face. He carried a wide-bladed battle sword with a unique shape and covered with serrations.

In Qin Feng's perception, his vitality index was about the same as his own.

"Qin Feng?"

Luo Cheng looked at Qin Feng opposite him and gave an imperial military salute: "Please enlighten me."

Before he finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet exploded with a deafening roar, and he transformed into a blood-red afterimage, carrying an incomparably violent aura, instantly traversing a distance of hundreds of meters!
"Level Two Killing Technique - Blood Slaughter Three Styles!"

The serrated battle blade in his hand drew a dazzling blood-red blade light in mid-air. Even before the blade arrived, the thick, bloody killing intent that seemed to tear the soul apart was already overwhelming!

Finally, someone forced Qin Feng to stop simply drawing his gun.

Faced with this earth-shattering strike, Qin Feng's eyes finally showed a slight ripple.

For the first time, he took a slight step back.

It was that half-step distance that allowed him to perfectly avoid the most lethal point of his opponent's blade. Then, the spear in his hand moved.

It was no longer a mundane, unremarkable stab.

Om-!
The gun emitted a high-frequency, dragon-like vibration, and a powerful, highly condensed spiritual energy instantly poured into the gun from his body.

[A Thousand Spears, A Stream of Light and Shadow!]

A silver streak, almost invisible to the naked eye and condensed into a single line, tore through the air and, at an incredible angle, struck the side of Luo Cheng's serrated battle blade with unparalleled precision just as his ferocious blade light was about to reach him.

Ding! ! !
A crisp, deafening sound, like shattering glass, exploded out!

Luo Cheng felt a terrifying, violent yet condensed power that he could not comprehend at all, flowing wildly into his arm along the blade!
His "Three Blood Slaughter Techniques," powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, were as fragile as a joke in the face of this force.

The crimson aura on the blade shattered instantly!

He was struck as if by lightning; his tiger's mouth was instantly torn open, blood gushing out. He could no longer hold the battle sword in his hand, let out a mournful cry, and soared into the sky!

The silver streak, after knocking away his weapon, remained undiminished in its power, following him like a shadow, and finally stopped before his brow, which was wide open in shock.

The victory or defeat has been decided.

From the moment Luo Cheng launched his attack until his weapon slipped from his hand and the spear tip locked onto his brow.

The whole process took three seconds.

[A-03 Zone, Arena No. 0007, Qin Feng wins!]

Congratulations to contestant Qin Feng for successfully advancing to the top 100,000!

The referee's voice signaled the end of this crucial match.

After a brief moment of silence, the entire Glory Arena erupted in a clamor louder than ever before!

Countless spectators suddenly stood up from their seats, their faces filled with disbelief.

Won!

The mysterious dark horse Qin Feng, facing the recognized top 100,000 expert Luo Cheng, and facing a genuine level-two killing technique, still won cleanly and decisively with an almost crushing attitude!
However, no one could discern Qin Feng's true strength.

Defeating Luo Cheng was no different for him than defeating that freshman in the first round.

"Wow, 520 vitality index, seven perfect level one killing techniques, and one minor level two killing technique, and he was instantly killed?"

"Holy crap, this Qin Feng has only been in school for ten years?"

"Where did this monster come from, having been enrolled for ten years?"

When Qin Feng decisively ended his battle with Luo Cheng with a single move, "Flowing Light and Chasing Shadows," the uproar that erupted in the audience was not limited to the millions of spectators.

At the highest point of the Glory Arena, on that circular platform made of pure white jade that floats like a temple above the clouds, this earth-shattering shot also stirred up a ripple, albeit not a large one.

This is the viewing area exclusively for the martial arts instructors of Canaan Starry Sky.

Dozens of powerful beings, whose auras were as deep as the sea and whose eyes could see through fire, were sitting down peacefully.

Any one of them, if placed in the outside world, would be a powerful figure capable of guarding a star field.

At this moment, they were just like ordinary spectators, sipping rare and fragrant teas from all over the universe, and watching with great interest the fierce battles taking place on the tens of thousands of arenas below.

To them, the battles between these level four martial artists were like watching a group of toddlers pushing and shoving each other, innocent yet full of energy.

What they were focused on was not the outcome of the battle, but the talent, mentality, and unpolished potential that these promising young talents displayed in the fight.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Wang, that kid named 'Lin Ye' under your tutelage is not bad. His 'Tidal Sword Technique' already has some of your essence, combining strength and gentleness. It seems he has worked hard these past few years."

An elderly man in a blue Taoist robe smiled and spoke to a middle-aged instructor beside him.

"Senior Brother Zhang is too kind."

The middle-aged mentor, referred to as Junior Brother Wang, stroked his beard and smiled with a hint of pride on his face. "That kid has a decent temperament, but his comprehension is a bit lacking. He hasn't even grasped the essence of 'Three Tides of Tide' yet. He still needs to hone his skills for a few more years."

"There are indeed quite a few promising talents in this year's class."

Another female instructor, with a voluptuous figure and wearing a tight-fitting crimson battle armor, picked up a glass of wine that resembled a burning flame, took a sip, and glanced down below. "Especially those few who have just broken through to the sixth level of the 'Soaring Realm,' their foundations are exceptionally solid. The refinement of their 'Yuan Apertures' far surpasses that of their peers, and they have a great chance of successfully breaking through to the Planetary Realm in the future."

The conversation naturally shifted from the established veterans who had already shown their talent to the most outstanding group of geniuses in this year's Rookie Cup.

"Speaking of which..."

A seemingly refined instructor suddenly turned his gaze to a figure in the corner of the platform, who had remained silent throughout, simply observing the battle.

Upon hearing this, all the mentors on the platform turned their gazes to the mentor named "Yu Han".

Their gazes, seemingly casually, drifted toward ring number 7 in section A-03 below.

There, a crucial battle had just concluded, and the victor's name was Qin Feng.

"Yu Han, is that Qin Feng, the junior disciple of yours who received 'special attention' from Company Commander Zhou Xiong?"

The previously ethereal and otherworldly Senior Brother Zhang finally brought the topic to the forefront, his tone tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "That last match was quite interesting."

"It's quite interesting indeed."

Junior Brother Wang nodded, his gaze scrutinizing. "To be able to defeat an opponent of Luo Cheng's caliber in one move, that kind of strength can't be achieved simply by having a high vitality index. It's undeniable that he's at the Control Realm."

"More than good."

The fiery female instructor went even further, saying bluntly, "If I'm not mistaken, he's practicing the 'Supreme Awakening Method,' right?"

"The ultimate method for opening the mind!"

The moment those four words were uttered, the atmosphere on the platform became even more enthusiastic.

Those present were all experts, and naturally understood the significance behind those four words.

"Ten years after entering the academy, he has cultivated the 'Supreme Enlightenment Method' to a life force index of over 500 points... This speed is terrifying."

"Yu Han, where did you find this treasure? You've hidden it well!"

"Tell us quickly, give us the truth. Why did Company Commander Zhou Xiong personally name you as the only disciple he could take on? What secrets does he hold?"

In an instant, all the questions surged toward Yu Han like a tidal wave.

They were all so curious.

Who is Zhou Xiong?

The company commander of the Ultramarines, a peak powerhouse at the Black Hole level, has been stationed on the front lines of the war between the Empire and alien races and Chaos for many years. He is a truly great figure.

Such a being would actually lower his will and appoint a tutor for a newly enrolled student.

This matter is no secret within their small circle, and has become an unresolved mystery.

Faced with the inquisitive and gossipy gazes of his colleagues, Yu Han finally revealed a faint, enigmatic smile on his perpetually icy face.

"What secret is there?"

Yu Han smiled and shook his head.

His heart was in turmoil.

Unbeknownst to others, he himself had been quietly watching over this disciple who had been "forced" upon him for the past ten years.

He paid close attention to every mission Qin Feng accepted, every time he went into seclusion, and every battle recording he made in the Imperial Arena.

Especially that time, when they were purging that inhumane interstellar pirate camp near the mining planet Y12393-a12.

When Qin Feng was almost bewitched by the Blood God "Khorne" in the subspace due to the boundless killing intent, and his will was about to succumb.

Yu Han, who was far away at the Martial Arts Academy in Canaan Star and was watching all of this through the monitoring array, was almost ready to make a move.

He wanted to forcefully pull Qin Feng's will back from the brink of depravity.

But just before he was about to make his move, a supreme, sacred, and majestic will that even he found unsettling flashed across Qin Feng's brow.

It was a nail-shaped phantom that emitted a faint golden glow.

—【The Nail of Favor】!
The moment that will appeared, Khorne's whispers, powerful enough to bewitch the stars, vanished instantly, as if encountering its nemesis.

At that moment, Yu Han was struck dumb, frozen in place.

It was at that moment that all his doubts were answered.

The Emperor's Chosen One!
This word, which existed only in the legends of the highest levels of the empire, clearly surfaced in his mind.

It turned out to be the case.

So this is the real reason why Company Commander Zhou Xiong was willing to break the rules to protect him!
This secret is far too important.

It was so important that even he dared not reveal a single detail to anyone.

So at this moment, facing everyone's questions, Yu Han simply picked up his teacup, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and then slowly took a sip.

"hehe."

He put down his teacup and said with a chuckle in a matter-of-fact tone, "Your strength has improved quite a bit, and your temperament is also quite composed. You truly deserve to be a promising talent personally selected by Lord Zhou Xiong."

His words were essentially meaningless.

"cut--"

"You old fox!"

On the high platform, a chorus of good-natured eye rolls and laughter erupted.

Everyone knows that getting any core secrets out of Yu Han, who is known for being a tight-lipped person, is harder than climbing to heaven.

Since they couldn't get any answers, they stopped asking and focused their attention on Qin Feng's upcoming match.

They all wanted to see for themselves how far this "promising talent," valued by both Company Commander Zhou Xiong and Yu Han, could go in this fierce and dangerous rookie cup competition.

……

The scene then shifts back to the steel arenas suspended in mid-air.

With the conclusion of the fifteenth round of the competition, more than 20 million participants have been ruthlessly eliminated, leaving only a few hundred.

The battles that follow will be the true "battle of the strong".

Those who can stand here are all elites among fourth-level martial artists, true geniuses.

Each one of them, with a vitality index of 570, is a powerful individual who has opened all the acupoints of the superior opening method.

Each of them possesses at least seven or eight level-one killing techniques that have reached the "perfect" level.

Furthermore, a considerable number of them have even cultivated one or more level-two killing techniques to the level of "mastery" or even "perfection"!

The intensity of the battle has increased by more than one level compared to before.

The scenes rapidly shift across countless arenas.

The sixteenth round.

Qin Feng's opponent was a burly man wielding two axes, with a wild style and a vitality index of 570.

"Level Two Killing Technique - Whirlwind Slash!"

The burly man roared, transforming into a rapidly spinning storm of steel. Two giant axes, gleaming with a cold light, swept towards Qin Feng, creating deadly ripples of death.

Despite the attack being powerful enough to shred a small starship to pieces, Qin Feng's eyes remained calm.

The spear in his hand was no longer just for thrusting.

Instead, it danced in front of him with an uncanny trajectory, creating an impenetrable array of gun shadows.

[A thousand spears, a thousand soldiers guarding!]

Ding-ding-ding-ding-!
A series of dense, metallic clanging sounds, like a torrential downpour hitting banana leaves, suddenly exploded!

The raging storm of steel, after colliding with that seemingly frail shadow of gunfire, could not advance an inch further!
All the slashes were deflected by the shadow of the spear in a way that seemed to use minimal force to deflect a great weight.

"How can it be!?"

A look of horror flashed in the burly man's eyes.

Just as his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet arisen.

The seemingly impenetrable array of gunfire instantly contracted, transforming into a precise thrust like a venomous snake emerging from its hole.

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The spear tip struck his right shoulder, and a violent force erupted instantly, causing his entire arm to become numb and powerless, and his double axes to fall from his hands.

"Qin Feng wins!"

"What incredible defensive marksmanship! Despite having similar life force indices, that burly man's level two killing technique couldn't break through his defense at all!"

"This Qin Feng is terrifying!"

In the stands, some sharp-eyed spectators exclaimed in surprise.

The seventeenth round.

Qin Feng's opponent was a Shadow Clan mixed-blood martial artist with unpredictable movements and a dagger in hand.

The mixed-race warrior vanished into the shadows the instant the battle began, his figure disappearing completely.

On the arena, only Qin Feng remained, standing quietly with his gun in hand.

However, in a single instant, a deadly black shadow silently appeared behind Qin Feng, its dagger like the fangs of a viper, aimed straight at his back!
But just before the dagger touched the armor...

Qin Feng swung his spear backward at an angle that completely defied the laws of human biomechanics!
【Dragon Serpent Spear - Divine Dragon Tail Swing!】

Snapped!
A crisp popping sound.

The heavy gun barrel, as if possessing its own life, struck the waist of the Shadow Clan half-blood with unparalleled precision.

The mixed-race martial artist let out a muffled groan, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He spat out blood in mid-air, completely losing his fighting ability.

"Qin Feng wins!"

"My God! What terrifying combat instincts!"

"This is no longer just combat instinct... Look at the replay! The moment he unleashed his marksmanship, the surrounding psionic energy was subtly distorted and resonated!"

"I have mastered the Thousand Army Spear, the Dragon Snake Spear, and the Fierce Bird Fist, and there is also a trace of the Wind and Thunder Staff."

"Mastery Realm!!"

Finally, a knowledgeable senior student, with a hoarse voice, shouted out these three words!

One stone caused a thousand waves!

As Qin Feng gradually revealed his "Control Realm" strength to the world, the entire Glory Arena erupted in excitement for him.

If he was previously a remarkable "dark horse"...

Now, he is a prehistoric behemoth baring its ferocious fangs!
His name went from being a corner of the forum to becoming the hottest topic.

Countless posts are frantically discussing who this monster is, who has cultivated his vitality index to over 500 points in just ten years since enrolling in school and is now dominating all sorts of senior students and experts.

His popularity has soared, even surpassing those established favorites in the top eight.

Amidst the deafening clamor, Qin Feng continued his winning streak.

The sixteenth round, the seventeenth round...

Until the end of the eighteenth round of battle.

Congratulations to contestant Qin Feng for successfully advancing to the top 64!

When the referee's cold voice rang out again, it also marked the beginning of the final stage of the knockout rounds for the fourth stage of this year's Rookie Cup.

Sixty-four people will compete here to determine the final champion.

At this moment, only a few steps remain between them and the two ultimate monsters, whom Xiong Yanfu called "century-old immortals" with a vitality index as high as 3000 points.

As long as Qin Feng's luck isn't extremely bad in the next draw and he doesn't run into them earlier than expected.

Therefore, there is a high probability that they will make it to the finals and aim for the top three.

Qin Feng, a name unknown to anyone before the start of the competition, has now become the most sought-after and most awe-inspiring figure in this year's Rookie Cup.

Everyone knows that among the freshmen of Canaan Star Martial Arts University this year, there is a monster!

(End of this chapter)