High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 166 The Terrifying Power of a Soaring Martial Artist: A Lifetime of Learning, A Sudden Enlightenment of a Killing Move [Golden Palace]

Orthodox martial artists never need to adapt to power.

Strength is something that comes from diligent self-cultivation, honed every second.

—The Fearless Zone.

This is the activity area for members of the "Fearless Legion," filled with a cold, austere metallic feel.

Beneath the massive alloy dome are numerous independent teleportation platforms, power armor maintenance areas, and tactical discussion rooms.

The air was filled with the smells of engine oil, ozone, and a faint burnt smell characteristic of energy conduction, creating a unique aroma that belonged only to iron and fire.

A cold electronic notification sounded on Qin Feng's identity bracelet, guiding him to the designated assembly point C-7.

From afar, he spotted three figures.

Instead of chatting in small groups like ordinary students, they each occupied a corner, standing quietly in a seemingly relaxed but actually ready-to-strike posture.

A man leaned against a weapon rack, holding a long sword with a ferocious shape and covered with dark gold patterns in his arms;

A man stood with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the cold wall, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.

Another person was pacing slowly in the open space, each step measured with precision, as if it had been measured with a ruler. In his hand, he habitually twirled a short alloy rod without a spearhead, which was clearly the shaft of a spear.

They were Qin Feng's teammates on this mission, veteran members of the Fearless Battle Group—Yu Lin, Carlo, and Lin Zhou.

Qin Feng's steps were unhurried, each step landing on the seams of the metal floor, producing a dull yet rhythmic echo.

In this vast and somewhat empty area, the sound was exceptionally clear.

Almost the instant he stepped into the assembly point, the gazes of the three figures, who were originally separate, converged on him as if drawn by a magnet.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze for a split second.

The pupils of Yu Lin, Carlo, and Lin Zhou contracted slightly at almost the same time.

As veterans who have been immersed in the martial arts world of Canaan for over sixty years, and as elites who have fought their way out of countless life-or-death missions, their senses have long been honed to an incredibly sharp level.

Ordinary martial artists, no matter how high their vitality index is, are just quantifiable data in the eyes of the martial artist.

However, the moment Qin Feng's figure came into their view, their hearts involuntarily sounded the highest level of alarm.

An indescribable, extremely dangerous aura emanated from that seemingly calm young figure!

A heavy sense of danger weighed on their hearts, causing their muscles to tense involuntarily.

"hiss……"

Carlo, leaning against the wall, stared intently at Qin Feng with his sharp, eagle-like eyes, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

"This feeling... Who is this kid? Is there anyone like him among the senior students?"

He quickly searched his mind for top masters who had risen to fame in recent years, but he still couldn't match the young man in front of him with the name.

Yu Lin, who was holding a long sword, had a more direct experience of it.

His knife trembled slightly.

"What a terrifying physique... This is simply not the kind of body a martial artist at the Qi Opening Realm should possess! Every cell in his body seems to be roaring with excitement. Wait, that face looks familiar..."

Yu Lin frowned, fragments of memory colliding rapidly in his mind.

"It's him!"

Linzhou, who was pacing, suddenly stopped, and the gun barrel he was spinning also came to a stop.

He remembered.

Twelve years ago, that prodigy shone brightly at the Rookie Cup and was given many titles such as "Qin Beast" and "Uncrowned King"!
"I didn't expect the team leader for this mission to be Qin Shou."

A sudden realization flashed through Linzhou's mind, but what followed was an even deeper shock.

"He disappeared for twelve whole years. I thought he had hit a bottleneck and faded into obscurity. I never expected... that when he reappeared, he had grown to such an extent!"

His eyes were filled with disbelief. "The minimum requirement for accepting this mission is a vitality index of 1500 points. That means this monster, who only had a vitality index of 500 points twelve years ago, now has at least 1500 points!"

The moment the thought crossed Linzhou's mind, he was startled.

A 1000-point surge in the vitality index over twelve years? What does that mean?
These so-called "geniuses" cultivate the most advanced "superior enlightenment method," with massive resources provided by the battle group. They work themselves to the bone year-round, carrying out missions and engaging in secluded cultivation. On average, they can increase their vitality index by 30 points a year, which is already considered exceptional talent and worthy of being recorded in great detail.

But this monster in front of us is increasing its power by nearly 80 points per year on average?!

This is not the most terrible.

The most terrifying thing is that everyone knows that Qin Feng is practicing the "Supreme Awakening Method," which is recognized as the most difficult to cultivate, consumes the most resources, and has the slowest progress.

Using the most difficult techniques, he forged a cultivation path several times faster than anyone else!
This can no longer be described as "genius"; this is simply an unreasonable anomaly!

The same word simultaneously came to mind for the three senior students: monster.

"Terrible, what a terrifying monster."

At this moment, the three of them no longer felt any sense of superiority as senior students. Instead, they felt a heartfelt amazement and admiration for the prodigies of the younger generation.

This is Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University, a place that is never short of miracles and monsters.

Under the complicated gazes of the three men, Qin Feng walked up to them and stood still.

He could keenly perceive the subtle fluctuations in the three people's emotions, from initial vigilance and scrutiny to later shock and realization, and finally to a calm and wistful feeling.

He didn't care, simply nodded calmly, and spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Greetings, seniors. I am Qin Feng, the team leader for this mission."

Qin Feng's voice was calm and steady.

Lin Zhou was the first to come to his senses. He put away his spear, a hearty smile on his face, and extended his hand: "Hello, we've finally met our team leader for this mission. My name is Lin Zhou. I've been a student for sixty-seven years and just recently broke through to the sixth level of the Sky Warrior class. As you can see, I'm skilled with a spear."

There was a hint of camaraderie in his eyes.

Linzhou knew that Qin Feng was also skilled with a long spear.

“Carlo.”

The eagle-eyed man leaning against the wall also came over and said succinctly: "Vitality index 1550, 65 years of enrollment, Level 6 Soaring, a power claw user."

Finally, Yu Lin, who was holding a long sword and exuded the most domineering aura, spoke. His voice was like the friction of a blade, with a metallic quality: "Yu Lin, vitality index 1580, 68 years of enrollment, level 6 aerial martial artist, skilled in using a long sword."

The information reported by the three people in succession caused a barely perceptible hint of surprise to flash in Qin Feng's eyes.

"A level six aerial martial artist?"

There was a slight movement in his heart.

Unexpectedly, all three of my teammates are level six martial artists!
Previously, his mentor, Gu Yue, had explained to him in detail the deep connections between the three levels: four, five, and six.

In fact, from the fourth level of the Acupuncture Realm to the fifth level of the Acupuncture Harmony Realm, and then to the sixth level of the Soaring Realm, these three realms can be regarded as different stages of the same major level in a certain sense.

Level 4: Opening the Mind; Level 5: Closing the Mind.

At level six, he began cultivating his spiritual power, striving to break through the four limits and advance to a planetary-level life form!
At this stage, martial artists have developed such powerful mental strength that they can begin to interfere with the material world. They can even use their mental strength to lift their physical bodies, briefly escape planetary gravity, and achieve "flying" through the air.

This is also the origin of the name "Soaring" for a level six martial artist.

"From this perspective, in terms of vitality index alone, my current 1730 points are no less than, and may even surpass, those senior students who have just broken through to the sixth level of the Sky Warrior."

"but……"

Qin Feng's thoughts raced. "If we're talking about overall strength, especially with the addition of 'mental power,' I'm afraid I'm still far from it."

He was fully aware of this.

Up until now, all his perceptions of spiritual power have come from passive experience.

For example, clear thinking, full concentration, multitasking, etc.

He could enjoy the benefits of strong mental power, but he never managed to actively perceive or utilize it like a true master of mental power.

The three people in front of us, Linzhou, Carlo, and Yulin, are genuine Level 6 Sky-Soaring Warriors. Their mental power is strong enough to interfere with the material world!
That's a completely different level.

A single glance can distort the air, a low shout can shake one's soul, and a full-force burst can even create a mental energy field.

"Upon closer comparison, my overall strength is probably slightly inferior to these three senior students."

Qin Feng made a judgment in his mind.

Although he had the advantage in pure physical strength, he was far less versatile than his opponent in terms of combat skills and techniques.

"The realm of mental power... it's truly something to yearn for."

Qin Feng sighed inwardly, suppressing his chaotic thoughts, and reported his own data in a calm and sincere tone: "Qin Feng, Vitality Index 1730.0, twenty-two years since enrollment."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three from Linzhou, although they had expected it, still couldn't help but twitch their eyes slightly when they heard the terrifying number "1730.0".

This number has already surpassed Yu Lin's highest score among the three by a full 150 points!
The pace of progress is too fast.

The three exchanged a glance, and all saw the same shock and relief in each other's eyes.

Fortunately, the team leader for this mission is such an overpowered monster, which undoubtedly greatly increases the mission's success rate.

"Junior Brother Qin Feng, I've long admired your name."

Linzhou broke the brief silence first, his smile becoming much more genuine. "We still vividly remember your performance at the Rookie Cup twelve years ago. Seeing you today, it's clear you lived up to your reputation."

"You flatter me, senior."

Qin Feng responded politely.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Qin Feng got straight to the point, explaining the details of the mission to the three of them.

"...That's the situation. Our objective is to travel to the dead planet 'K-7,' which is occupied by the Greenskins, to retrieve a 'Yuan Aperture' left behind by a fallen Level 6 martial artist. According to intelligence, that Level 5 martial artist perished thirty years ago, and his Yuan Aperture should still retain considerable activity. The Greenskin tribe on K-7 is quite large, with a 'War Boss' level figure and a large number of 'Master Techniques' and 'Elite Kids' under his command. This is all the information for the mission; the three seniors can take another look."

He projected the information Hammer had prepared into the air, speaking in a very polite tone. He showed no arrogance because he was the one who issued the mission and was very powerful; on the contrary, he showed great respect for the three senior students.

This attitude undoubtedly won the hearts of the three from Linzhou.

Qin Feng's composure and humility put their minds at ease.

"The task is clear and the risks are controllable."

After reviewing the materials, Yu Lin offered a concise evaluation.

"The green-skinned ones are a bit troublesome; they can't be completely wiped out, but they don't pose much of a direct threat."

Carlo stroked his chin and added, "The key is to find that primordial aperture. The environment of the dead planet is complex and will take some time."

"That's no problem."

Linzhou made the decision, "There's no time to lose. Let's get ready immediately and then set off."

"it is good."

Qin Feng nodded in agreement.

The four then walked toward the power armor maintenance area on the side.

Qin Feng skillfully took out the "Punisher Level I" power armor from the subspace storage unit. As his identity information was confirmed, cold mechanical arms extended from both sides, installing a set of heavy and ferocious power armor components full of Warhammer style onto his body one by one.

“Crack…Crack…”

Breastplate, backplate, shoulder armor, arm armor... one after another, ceramic-like steel armor plates, gleaming with a cold metallic light, were tightly fastened to his torso and limbs by hydraulic devices.

Finally, the heavy helmet slowly descended, and with a soft "hiss," it snapped shut on the life support ring around the neck.

Before my eyes, a pale blue data stream flashed by, and the tactical HUD interface was projected onto my retina—vital signs, energy reserves, ammunition count, radar target acquisition... all functions were normal.

Qin Feng habitually stretched his arms and legs, feeling the changes brought about by the power armor.

This time, however, the feeling was completely different from the last time.

He could clearly feel that when he exerted force, the miniature energy core inside the power armor was operating under overload, and the mechanical transmission structure emitted a slight groan.

The immense power that once made him feel like a god descending to earth has now become less noticeable.

"This 'Punisher Tier I' power armor is a standard piece of equipment that the Empire distributes on a large scale to Tier 4 martial artists. When it was first designed, it was basically based on the superior Qi Opening Technique and is most suitable for martial artists with a vitality index between 30 and 570 points."

"And now... my vitality index of 1730 points is far beyond its optimal range."

Qin Feng understood.

For him now, the power armor provides only a negligible boost to his strength, speed, and endurance.

Its greatest function is now limited to its powerful defense system, comprehensive battlefield survival system, and versatility in carrying heavy weapons.

He felt like a grown man who had squeezed himself into a suit of armor tailored for a boy. Although he could wear it, he felt awkward and restricted in every way.

"Looks like it's time to upgrade my gear."

The thought popped into my head uncontrollably, and then a list of requirements automatically formed in my mind.

"Once this mission is completed and I have a surplus of contribution points, I must exchange them for a higher-level power armor, at least the 'Defender' series used by level 5 warriors."

"It's time to replace the Level 4 alloy spear. With my current strength, this standard-issue spear probably won't last long before it shatters under full power. I need to get a weapon made of Level 5 alloy."

"Also, to deal with different battle situations, I need to buy another long staff. After all, I have already mastered the [Wind and Thunder Staff], which is a major trump card. Moreover, spears and staffs are of the same origin, so the long staff will definitely be one of my main weapons."

"Furthermore, in combat on planetary surfaces, a small personal aircraft is essential, as it can greatly enhance mobility..."

"Most importantly, after breaking through to the fifth level of martial arts, you'll need to exchange for the follow-up technique of the Great Sun Aperture Opening Method—the Great Sun Aperture Closing Method. That thing is absolutely astronomical..."

The more Qin Feng thought about it, the more overwhelmed he felt.

"I'm poor..."

Qin Feng let out a helpless sigh in his heart.

However, this feeling was fleeting.

He quickly reaffirmed his decision.

"Thinking about these things is useless. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. The most important thing right now is to complete the mission, earn contribution points, and continuously improve your strength. As long as you are strong enough, the speed at which you earn contribution points will naturally get faster and faster."

Strength is the foundation of everything.

Soon, Linzhou, Carlo, and Yulin were all ready.

Their power armor models varied, clearly customized to their individual combat styles, and their quality far surpassed Qin Feng's standard equipment.

Four war machines, exuding the beauty of steel and power, strode heavily onto the C-7 teleportation platform.

"Coordinates locked: Death Planet K-7"

"Subspace beacon has been calibrated."

"Energy injection begins, estimated transmission time: three, two, one..."

As the cold, electronic countdown ended, a blinding white light suddenly illuminated the transmission platform.

Space seemed to be twisted and folded by an invisible hand, forming a deep vortex.

The four figures quickly became blurry and illusory in the white light, and finally disappeared completely.
-
The dizziness from the warp teleportation subsided like a receding tide, replaced by a nauseating stench of rotting fungi and corroded metal.

Four menacing war machines, after the last ripple of distorted light and shadow dissipated, slammed heavily onto the solid ground.

This is the dead planet, K-7.

The sky was a sickly, hazy yellow, and the thick clouds, like shrouds soaked in corpse oil, pressed heavily overhead.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder and the sweet, metallic taste of spores; every breath felt like swallowing a pinch of rust and dust.

"The Greenskins' strongholds possess an extremely powerful WAAAGH! force field, and warp teleportation generally does not directly teleport them to the core of the force field."

Lin Zhou's calm voice rang out in the four-person communication channel. He habitually explained to Qin Feng, the least senior member of the team, "It would be like plunging headfirst into a boiling pot of oil. The transmission beacon would be severely interfered with, the landing point would be unpredictably deviated, and it might even be torn apart by the violent subspace energy."

He paused, then added, "Of course, it's not absolutely impossible. If it's a truly urgent military situation, there are always some fearless madmen willing to take the risk, but the casualty rate will be frighteningly high."

Qin Feng nodded, indicating that he understood.

His gaze swept across the desolate and hostile land before him.

The four stood silently, like four steel demons who had stepped out of ancient mythology, exuding a cold and deadly aura.

Once they donned their armor, they reached a terrifying 2.4 meters in height, exuding a heavy and ferocious Warhammer-style presence.

Qin Feng was wearing the "Punisher Level I" standard power armor. Although it was the most ordinary set among the four, it appeared exceptionally solid and imposing on him due to its restrained yet terrifying life force.

He gripped a level-four standard alloy longsword tightly in his hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim daylight.

Linzhou's power armor has been extensively customized, with smoother lines, and the auxiliary thrusters on his shoulders and legs demonstrate his ultimate pursuit of mobility.

The gun barrel in his hand was already fitted with a muzzle, its cold light flashing.

Carlo's form is the most bizarre. His power armor presents an asymmetrical beauty, with his right arm being significantly thicker and more ferocious than his left arm, ending in a pair of huge power claws that flash with arcs of energy.

He leaned against a rusty boulder, like a ferocious bird ready to pounce on its prey.

Yu Lin, on the other hand, is like the anchor of the team.

His power armor was the heaviest, with the Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University emblem engraved on his shoulder armor, exuding both classical magnificence and iron-blooded dominance.

The dark gold longsword he held in his arms, as wide as a door panel, seemed to breathe slowly on its intricate patterns, silently recounting the countless powerful enemies it had slain. On the four-person tactical HUD interface, a holographic map jointly constructed by the S-class intelligent assistant Hammer and the Fearless Battle Group's information database had been unfolded.

A red-glowing coordinate point is clearly marked in the center of the map, while the area around the coordinate point is covered by a large green area representing high-density life signals.

That is the heart of the Greenskin tribe.

The primordial aperture lies within it.

The group exchanged a silent glance, their cold gazes revealing an equally chilling killing intent.

They were all waiting for their captain's orders.

"The Yuanqiao point is located at the core of the Green Skin tribe."

Qin Feng's voice broke the silence, so calm it was completely unwavering: "It seems we'll have to wipe out this whole bunch of greens."

"Hey."

Carlo let out a low laugh, and the joints of the power claw opened and closed with a teeth-grinding "click".

"Then kill."

Yu Lin spoke succinctly, raising the long sword he held in his arms slightly, its blade pointing directly at the outline of the distant tribe.

Linzhou laughed heartily and twirled the gun in his hand: "It's been a long time since I've had such a good time. It's a good opportunity to loosen up my muscles with these green-skinned dogs."

"The three senior students are all level six aerial martial artists and have already begun to cultivate their mental power. I don't know much about mental power."

Qin Feng frankly stated that he did not force his way into commanding the battle just because he was the captain. "Therefore, the three of you are free to act as you see fit in the battle. I will not give you too much command."

He paused for a moment, his steady gaze sweeping across the goggles of his three teammates.

"I believe that we can achieve perfect coordination based on our martial arts instincts."

"That's inevitable."

Linzhou, Carlo, and Yulin responded almost in unison.

Their voices were filled with absolute confidence.

This is the pride of elite martial artists, the tacit understanding forged in countless life-and-death battles.

They don't need complicated instructions; a glance or a gesture is enough for them to understand each other's tactical intentions.

The moment the words left his mouth, the four of them moved.

No further words were spoken.

Qin Feng is in the center, like the tip of a sharp blade.

Linzhou and Carlo are positioned on the left and right flanks respectively, forming a coordinated support formation.

Behind Lin, his domineering longsword is the team's most solid support.

A simple yet efficient diamond-shaped assault formation was formed instantly.

Four steel demons strode forward with heavy steps, launching a silent and resolute charge towards the distant green-skinned tribe composed of scrap metal, giant mushrooms, and filthy totems.

The moment they stepped into the outer perimeter of the tribe's perimeter, piercing roars and strange horn sounds rang out from all directions.

The war has begun.

The battle begins with the lowest-ranking green-skinned kid.

They surged forth like a green tide from the "structure" made up of garbage mountains, abandoned tank wreckage, and giant fungi.

Most of them were shirtless, with crude red and white graffiti tattooed on their dark green skin. They wielded simple machetes with huge serrations and exaggeratedly designed "rat-a-tat-tat" guns that could explode at any moment.

"WAAAGH!!!"

This is a battle cry that cannot be described in words. It is not just a sound, but a spiritual impact, a pure will that integrates killing, war and destructive desire.

For the Greenskins, fighting is not for survival or honor, but rather, like eating, breathing, and reproducing for humans, it is the most primal and joyful desire in life.

They laughed, roared, and reveled in this sudden carnage.

However, they crashed into a reef forged from steel and will.

Qin Feng took the lead, his alloy spear transforming into a barrier of death.

His killing techniques had reached a state of perfection. His "Dragon's Lair" spear technique was like an invisible wall, and any green-skinned kid who tried to get close was instantly pierced and torn apart.

His steps were frighteningly steady, each step like a nail driven into the earth, and no matter how the green waves crashed against him, they could not shake him in the slightest.

Linzhou's spear was as agile as a dragon. His figure weaved through the gaps between the green-skinned men. Every seemingly casual point, thrust, and sweep of the spear shaft would precisely shatter the head or heart of a green-skinned man.

His fighting style was more like an elegant dance, efficient and deadly.

Carlo's aesthetics are purely violent.

He pounced into the enemy ranks like a raptor, and with each swing of his ferocious power claws, his right arm sent a shower of severed limbs flying.

He didn't even bother to parry, letting the crude machetes slash at his power armor, sending sparks flying, before tearing his enemies to shreds with even greater ferocity.

Yu Lin's swordsmanship is wide and sweeping. He doesn't need to charge; he just stands at the back of the formation. Every time he swings his sword, a visible blade aura is unleashed.

Wherever the blade swept, a dozen or so green-skinned boys would fall down in unison like harvested wheat, their cuts as smooth as mirrors.

The four-person battle formation was like a rapidly spinning millstone of flesh and blood, relentlessly advancing towards the core of the tribe.

The number of green-skinned creatures seemed endless, but their corpses piled up even faster.

The tribe's environment was filled with chaos and filth.

The massive structure is pieced together from countless warship wrecks, industrial waste, and huge, mushroom-like organic materials, and its surface is covered with various red flame and lightning patterns symbolizing "faster" and "louder".

On the walls and the ground, graffiti of "Brother Mao" drawn in blood or dye can be seen everywhere—two huge, green-skinned deities with fangs, the spiritual totem of all the green-skinned people.

Brother Gao is cruel and cunning, while Brother Mao is cunning and cruel.

The WAAAGH! force field in the air became increasingly dense, even causing the sensors in the four people's power armor to malfunction slightly.

The battle lasted for a full month.

How many Greenskins did they kill? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? Nobody keeps track.

All they knew was that the land beneath their feet had long been soaked in green blood, turning into a muddy swamp, and the road they were advancing on was paved with the corpses of green-skinned creatures.

As they ventured deeper into the tribe's territory, the intensity of the battle suddenly escalated.

The simple green-skinned boy was replaced by the more elite "elite boy".

These guys were much bigger and wore cobbled-together heavy armor, and their weapons had changed to roaring chainsaw axes and power claws.

What's even more troublesome is the green-skinned "I think creation".

"boom!!!"

A massive shell, made of scrap metal cans and explosives, hurtled towards them and exploded beside the four men, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen "killing cans" assembled from countless wheels, tracks, and metal legs rushed over with a "clanging" thud, their rotating saw blades and hydraulic shears swinging wildly.

In the distance, fixed gun emplacements, converted from massive tank wreckage, began spewing out dense tongues of fire.

"Spread out! Take out the turrets first!"

Linzhou let out a low growl in the channel.

The next moment, something happened that made Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contract.

Linzhou, Carlo, and Yulin seemed to have an invisible step appear beneath their feet, ignoring the planet's gravity, and suddenly rose from the ground, "soaring" into the sky!

Pale blue psionic flames erupted from behind their power armor, but Qin Feng could clearly sense that the flames were more of an auxiliary and accelerating force. What truly lifted them up was an invisible and intangible power, yet powerful enough to interfere with reality—spiritual power!

"This is... a Level 6 Sky-Soaring Warrior!"

A tremendous wave of emotion surged within Qin Feng.

He had heard his mentor Gu Yue describe this realm countless times, but the shock he felt upon seeing it with his own eyes far surpassed any words could describe it.

The three people in the air transformed into true masters of the battlefield.

Linzhou's figure left a straight blue trail in the air, the gun barrel in his hand pointing at the most arrogant fortress.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy, guided by his will, converged at the tip of the gun, eventually transforming into a thick beam of energy that pierced the gun emplacement with divine precision, triggering a violent secondary explosion.

Carlo, like a circling falcon, locked his mental energy onto the rampaging "killing cans" on the ground, and then suddenly swooped down.

On his power claws, arcs of energy surged to several meters long, like a pair of wings of death. In the instant they passed by those war machines, they easily sliced ​​them into countless black smoke-belching parts.

Yu Lin was the most domineering. He hovered in mid-air, holding the knife in both hands and raising it high above his head.

His immense spiritual power guided the spiritual energy within him, channeling it into the blade.

The dark gold longsword emitted an excited hum, and a phantom sword shadow over thirty meters long suddenly appeared on its blade.

"cut!"

With a low shout, a massive blade of light slashed down from above.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only an eerie silence.

Wherever the blade passed, whether it was green-skinned chariots, buildings, or those crazed elite boys, they were all silently cleaved in two, the cuts so smooth they reflected the dim yellow sky.

With a single strike, a fan-shaped area nearly a hundred meters in front of him was cleared.

This is the terrifying power of mental forces interfering with reality!
Even with a high vitality index, it's merely a physical explosion, far less destructive than the interference of spiritual power in the material universe and the manipulation of psionic energy.

Qin Feng looked up at the three senior students in the sky who seemed like gods, his heart filled with endless longing for a higher level of martial arts.

He was pinned to the ground, enduring the onslaught of green swarms from all directions.

But he felt no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, he felt an unprecedented excitement.

This is the best training ground!
"Mountain Crushing Fist!"

Facing a roaring, charging "war boar" the size of a small elephant, Qin Feng neither dodged nor evaded, but clenched his right fist and threw a punch.

Above the fist, it was as if a towering mountain was pressing down, and the heavy, domineering, and all-crushing aura made the air in front of it emit a muffled explosion.

"Oh!"

The war boar's massive head, along with its hard skull, shattered under that punch, like a watermelon struck by a giant hammer.

[Your killing technique, "Mountain Crushing Fist," has been refined through endless battles, reaching the level of: Mastery!]

The familiar notification sound rang in his mind, but Qin Feng remained unmoved.

With a backhand shot, he pinned a green-skinned creature that was trying to ambush him to the ground, then clenched his left hand into a chop and slashed across the neck of another elite boy in heavy armor.

"Broken Jade Hand!"

A barely perceptible glint flashed at the edge of his palm. That power was concentrated, sharp, and indestructible. The elite young man's prized neck guard, modified from warship armor, was as fragile as rotten wood under this hand strike, easily sliced ​​through.

Your killing technique, "Shattered Jade Hand," has been refined through endless battles...

"The monument breaker!"

With a single palm strike, the wind howled like thunder, striking a crude war chariot that was rampaging wildly, made of sheet metal and saw teeth.

The immense force poured out without any finesse, and the entire chariot was struck head-on like a battering ram, denting and twisting in the middle before finally disintegrating with a deafening roar.

[Your killing method is "The Monument Breaker"...]

"Thunderclap Fist!"

When surrounded by dozens of green-skinned beasts in a confined space, Qin Feng unleashed both fists simultaneously, the sound of his punches like rolling thunder exploding in the enemy's ears.

An invisible shockwave spread out, causing all the nearby green-skinned enemies to momentarily freeze and become disoriented. Qin Feng seized this opportunity, spinning around and unleashing his spear like a dragon, instantly wiping out the surrounding enemies.

Your killing technique, "Thunderclap Fist"...

In the two months of intense, non-stop fighting, in the battles that pushed him to the brink of despair time and time again, and with the blessing of the "Heaven Rewards Diligence" panel, Qin Feng managed to push all four of his newly learned level-one fist techniques—"Mountain Collapse Fist," "Jade Shattering Hand," "Monument Opening Hand," and "Thunder Sound Fist"—from the "Perfect" level to the "Mastery" level!
All of this was observed by the three senior students.

"Is this kid... a monster?"

Carlo's voice on the communication channel was filled with disbelief, "How long has it been? Two months? He's mastered all four fist techniques to the control level? Am I seeing things?"

"You read that right."

Linzhou's voice also carried a hint of shock.

"His physical body is the most terrifying war machine."

Yu Lin gave his final assessment, his tone grave: "His power is too great; that 'Punisher Tier I' power armor has begun to bind him. We may be witnessing the rise of a legend."

"If this guy breaks through to the Sky Soaring Realm and gets the boost from his spiritual power, he'll be as terrifying as a tiger with wings."
-
The battle line was pushed unstoppably to the very heart of the tribe.

This is a massive fortress transformed from the wreckage of a crashed Imperial cruiser. At the top of the fortress, a huge, ugly WAAAGH! totem is constructed from countless bones and metal.

The enemies here have become the bodyguards of the "War Boss" who are over three meters tall, and various "Big Tech Tyrants" who drive huge war machines.

The intensity of the battle escalated to a new level.

After a fierce three-day tug-of-war, the four finally got a brief respite.

They leaned against a blasted, riddled-with-holes alloy wall, silently recovering their strength. The air was thick with a stench and a chilling WAAAGH! energy.

Qin Feng closed his eyes, but his mind was frantically reviewing the battles of the past few months.

With his mastery of four martial arts techniques, including the Thousand Army Spear, Dragon and Snake Spear, and Wind and Thunder Staff, his repertoire of killing techniques was incredibly rich.

But in actual combat, he always felt that something was missing.

These methods of killing are like dazzling pearls, but they lack a thread to perfectly string them together.

The image he had seen when he first started learning the Imperial Meditation Method involuntarily surfaced in his mind, along with the vast amount of information Hammer had compiled.

The only source of light in that endless, dark universe.

The emperor, who sat upon the golden throne, his figure more imposing than any galaxy.

He silently guards the boundless territory of the human empire. His existence is order, law, and the source of human civilization's confidence in confronting the malice of the entire universe.

Why is he sitting upright?
A flash of lightning seemed to strike Qin Feng's heart.

The emperor's "sitting" was not static, nor was it passive.

It was a gesture, a declaration.

It proclaims, "I am here, and all evil will flee."

It proclaims, "This is human territory; gods and demons are forbidden to trespass."

This is a supreme authority, an absolute power that suppresses all turmoil and chaos!
Why can't my boxing style be like this?
The sheer power of the Mountain-Crushing Fist, the sharpness of the Jade-Shattering Hand, the domineering nature of the Monument-Splitting Hand, the intimidating presence of the Thunderclap Fist, the battlefield control of the Thousand Army Spear, the ferocity of the Fierce Hawk Fist...

When all the killing moves Qin Feng has learned in his life are unified by a grander and more sublime will, what kind of killing move will be born?
Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes, and in his dark pupils, it seemed as if stars were being born and dying.

He stood up, facing the chaotic battlefield ahead, and slowly assumed a boxing stance.

His aura underwent a dramatic transformation at that moment.

It is no longer a sharp and aggressive killing intent, but a profound and majestic aura, a supreme majesty that reigns supreme over the world.

He slowly pushed his fist forward.

This punch did not generate any violent wind, nor did it make any startling sound.

However, a strange and unsettling change occurred in the space in front of his fist.

The air seemed to have turned into viscous amber, and everything solidified.

The charging green-skinned soldiers, the flying shrapnel, the billowing smoke... everything was frozen in absolute stillness in that area.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible, irresistible, and extremely heavy pressure came from all directions and crushed towards the center of that area.

"Puff...puff...puff..."

A series of muffled explosions rang out, and the dozen or so green-skinned creatures in that area, whether ordinary or elite, were instantly turned into pools of green blood mist as if they were balloons being squeezed by an invisible hand.

The power of a punch is so great!

The three people from Linzhou in the air watched this scene in horror. Their keen spiritual senses perceived something even more terrifying than what they could see with their own eyes.

"What?! His mental strength is that high?!"

Carlo gasped in shock.

"Outrageous..."

Yu Lin's voice was extremely dry. "This guy's mental strength is so high that he integrated all his life's learning and combined it with the Emperor's Will to create a killing move! He just doesn't know how to use mental strength. I estimate that after he completes the Qi Integration, he can directly take to the air without needing to temper his mental strength at all. He has already reached the standard."

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his fist, feeling the surging power within his body and the pleasant sensation of "clear thoughts" in his mind.

He gave this move a name.

【Jinluan】.

(End of this chapter)