High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 186 A Fist Opens the Heavenly Origin, A Giant Beast Shocks the World! An Invincible Aura Shocks the High Command of the Fearless Battle Group!
When the intense tearing and dizziness from the spatial jump finally subsided, Qin Feng and his companions' power boots stepped back onto solid ground.

However, what awaited them was not what one would expect from the civilized world.

All around was a desolate and twisted jungle.

The trees are extremely bizarre in shape. Their trunks do not grow upwards, but rather twist and tangle in all directions in a painful posture, like tortured prisoners.

The bark was an ominous, deep purple, like veins, covered with eerie patterns that resembled human faces, screaming silently.

The air was filled with a strange, cloyingly sweet fragrance, as if countless spices were mixed with rotting flesh.

The sky was dark, a velvety purplish-red, with no sun or moon, only a few enormous, unnamed stars emitting an eerie glow, coldly watching over this fallen land.

This is the edge of the "Lost Starfield," the outer perimeter of the "Cradle of Sorrow."

A source of chaotic contamination that has long been marked as "extremely dangerous, do not approach" on the Empire map.

Instead of acting immediately, the four formed a standard diamond defensive formation and cautiously observed their surroundings.

Their power armor surfaces were covered with a layer of barely perceptible energy ripples, completely isolating them from the alluring and corrosive air.

In the higher-dimensional subspace layer beyond their perception, three more profound and powerful auras followed them silently, like ghosts.

These three "veterans" of the Fearless Legion each possess terrifying power capable of easily tearing apart planets, but at this moment, they have concealed all their aura to the extreme, as if they have merged with the surrounding space, without revealing the slightest trace.

Qin Feng and the others were completely unaware of this.

……

Meanwhile, millions of miles away, in the highest conference room of the Dauntless Chapter headquarters, high in the clouds.

Battle group leader Feng Zhiyu and more than a dozen level nine martial artists at the planetary level sat upright.

Before them, on a huge holographic projection screen composed entirely of light and shadow, everything that Qin Feng's four-person team had seen was being played clearly and in real time.

Every detail and every change in environmental data is precisely captured and presented.

Their gazes were all focused on the four figures, who appeared somewhat small and clad in black power armor.

……

"Be vigilant, the energy field is extremely unstable."

Long Yu's voice rang out in the team channel, calm and steady, "According to intelligence, the Chaos Altar is located in the center of this Twisted Forest. We... will sneak over there."

The four began to move forward at an extremely slow pace.

Their footsteps landed silently on the soft, rotten purple soil.

The deeper you go, the more mysterious, bizarre, and insane the surrounding scenery becomes.

After passing through a "wind chime forest" made of countless dried objects, a relatively open space appeared before them.

The scene in the center of the open space caused even these four top martial artists, who were already accustomed to life and death and whose wills were as firm as steel, to slightly shrink their pupils.

If any normal person with a sound mind were to see these bizarre, depraved, and disgusting scenes, their mental world would likely be instantly overwhelmed by this massive, polluted flow of information, turning them into a complete madman.

"Slaven..."

Nissan muttered a curse under his breath in the channel, his voice filled with undisguised disgust, "A bunch of hopeless trash."

"Well, judging from their clothing style, we can basically conclude that they are all from the mid-nest nobles of some peripheral nest worlds."

Long Yu's voice remained calm; he was like an experienced hunter analyzing his prey.

"On those marginal planets near the battlefields of the myriad races, the Empire, unable to carry out thorough ecological transformation or build large-scale metropolitan areas, can only adopt the most utilitarian 'hive city' model, concentrating all resources to construct cities that resemble giant anthills. These people are clearly the nobles living in the upper echelons of the hive cities; only they would maintain such an extravagant and luxurious style of dress in such places."

"Yes, their strength matches."

Ning Jing added, "To be able to maintain one's desires in this environment, rather than be consumed by them, requires at least a level six martial artist with strong mental strength."

"It's just that I wonder which unlucky planet it came from."

Long Yu sneered: "Would ordinary top painters, or those literary figures who have created countless masterpieces throughout their lives, be favored by Slaanesh? No, Slaanesh never actively seeks anyone out. It is those geniuses among geniuses who have already reached the pinnacle of a certain field, who, when they find that worldly achievements can no longer satisfy their ever-expanding threshold, will act like madmen and actively seek a higher 'art' and a more perfect 'experience.' This is not seduction, but in a sense... a two-way journey."

“They all had bright futures, but in the end they all chose to give up and degenerate.”

Ning Jing's voice was filled with disdain.

"Alright, that's enough of the small talk."

Long Yu's tone suddenly turned cold, "Words cannot purify chaos. Only death is their sole destiny."

He raised the standard-issue explosive pistol in his hand.

"Ready, fire support."

"receive."

"clear."

"With great pleasure."

Almost simultaneously, the four raised their ranged weapons.

Without the slightest hesitation, they unleashed all sorts of explosives they had prepared beforehand, as if they were free, at the group of believers around the altar who were still immersed in the revelry!

The next second, flames engulfed everything!
boom--! ! !
Dozens of holy water purification bombs and high-explosive grenades detonated simultaneously, the terrifying explosions almost tearing the crimson sky apart.

The holy, purifying flames containing psionic arrays intertwined with the violent physical shockwaves capable of melting steel, creating a storm of death that instantly swept across the entire open space.

Blinding beams of psionic energy were everywhere, and scattered limbs and dismembered bodies were everywhere.

Those believers, immersed in their desires, hadn't even had time to recover from their illusions before this sudden, devastating blow turned them to ashes.

Almost instantly, of the more than one hundred believers present, only the most core and strongest thirty-odd remained.

Although they were in a sorry state, they managed to survive the first wave of fire.

"They're the Empire's lackeys!!"

A sharp roar, filled with anger and resentment, rang out.

"Prepare for battle! Let them see what true art is!"

"Quickly! Activate your mental defense devices!"

Long Yu gave the order in a deep voice over the channel.

"understand!"

hum-

The energy glow of the defense modules activating simultaneously lit up on the power armor of the four individuals.

The golden [Imperial Legion-level Mental Barrier Module] on Qin Feng's chest exuded an inviolable and absolute sense of order and majesty.

At that very moment, the surviving thirty-odd nobles of Zhongchao, like sharks that had smelled blood, pounced on Qin Feng and his companions from all directions.

Their eyes burned with the fury of feeling "art" had been desecrated, and the ecstasy of about to taste fresh "materials".

They unleashed a variety of level-four killing techniques.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was shrouded in a strange mental energy field.

There are misty illusions that draw people into a dreamlike state, silent screams that can directly evoke the deepest fears in people's hearts, and seductive, decadent music that seems to make the soul dance along.

However, faced with these mental attacks that would instantly break any ordinary level 5 martial artist, Qin Feng and his companions remained steadfast like pillars in the midst of a raging torrent.

Their mental barrier completely shuts out all mental pollution.

The battle instantly escalated into the most brutal melee phase.

Qin Feng took the lead, his [Koi Transformation into Dragon] spear whipping up golden whirlwinds of death.

[The Golden Palace]!
Each shot carried an overwhelming aura, blasting all those fancy mental attacks, along with their users, into a shower of minced meat.

Long Yu's movements were like a ghost, his long sword moving silently, yet always appearing in the most unexpected position to deliver a fatal blow.

Ning Jing's long whip was like a wildly dancing dragon. With each swing, it brought a sonic boom that tore through the air, slicing the enemy in two, weapon and all.

Nissan's broadsword was even more powerful and sweeping. He roared as he charged into the enemy ranks, like a humanoid siege tank, taking the aesthetics of violence to the extreme.

The four of them had honed their teamwork to perfection through countless bloody battles.

But these noble believers from the city of Nest were by no means easy to deal with.

Their vitality index is mostly above 6,000 points, and their mental strength has become extremely strong due to long-term contact with chaotic energy.

They were fearless and fought in a bizarre and insane way, causing great trouble for the four-person team.

This arduous battle lasted for a full hour.

After Qin Feng pierced the heart of the last believer who was trying to detonate his own core energy, the entire battlefield finally fell silent again.

More than thirty mutilated corpses lay scattered in pools of blood.

All four had new wounds on their power armor, and heavy breathing echoed in the quiet team channel.

"Phew...finally finished cleaning."

Nissan plopped down on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, next, we need to destroy that altar."

Ning Jing's tone remained tense.

Long Yu looked at the flesh altar that was still slightly writhing and exuding an ominous aura, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Unexpectedly...smooth sailing?"

He asked in a soft, puzzled voice.

Everything was going too smoothly.

His smooth arrival made him feel a little uneasy.

It was as if, from beginning to end, they were just cleaning up a bunch of... insignificant minnows.

The true "guardian" has yet to appear.

Just as this thought arose in his mind—

A chilling, scratching sound, like fingernails scraping bones, rang out from the depths of the flesh altar.

Something is crawling out from inside.

Alarm bells rang in the hearts of the four, and they instantly formed the tightest defensive formation, staring intently at the top of the altar.

A head, a head covered with a smooth, porcelain-like pink shell, resembling both a human and some kind of insect, so beautiful it was almost eerie, slowly emerged from the flesh and blood of the altar.

It has no eyes, but its face bears a satisfied and joyful smile.

Then, its body, segment by segment, slowly crawled out of the altar.

"An existence that was...blessed by an evil god, and then completely fell and became a demon!"

Long Yu, with the broadest knowledge, gasped in shock the moment he saw the creature in its entirety, his voice filled with unprecedented awe.

However, it was only a momentary lapse in concentration.

Long Yu's tall, heavily armored figure suddenly stiffened, and then, as if all his strength had been drained, he fell straight backward to the ground with a thud.

His power armor became lifeless, utterly silent.

No matter how anxiously Nissan and Ning Jing called out in the team channel, Long Yu did not get up again.

In an instant, a chilling coldness enveloped the hearts of the remaining three.

"What's going on?! Dragon Jade!"

Nissan roared.

"It's a mental attack! His mental strength is terrifyingly high! It's an illusion-based killing technique!"

Ning Jing reacted the fastest, immediately shouting, "Long Yu's vital signs are still stable, he should still be alive! He's just been dragged into some kind of deep illusion! Slaanesh's demons love to toy with the will and obsessions of their prey!"

"Gather together! Form a three-person battle formation! Use our mental energy fields to reinforce each other and resist its invasion!"

Ning Jing quickly took over command.

Qin Feng and Nissan moved closer to him without hesitation. The three of them stood back to back, releasing their respective power armor mental fields without reservation, attempting to build a solid defensive line.

But, it's too late.

The Slaanesh demon that had just crawled out of the altar vanished abruptly from its spot.

The next instant, it appeared in front of Ning Jing without warning.

It did nothing; it didn't attack, and it didn't even show any murderous intent.

It simply "watches" Ningjing.

That smooth, eyeless face still wore that eerie, delighted smile.

It was just a fleeting moment of eye contact.

Ning Jing's eyes, which were originally filled with vigilance and murderous intent, instantly became blank and empty.

He was stunned, as if he had seen something that haunted his dreams but which he could not obtain.

Then, like a puppet being manipulated, he turned around blankly, raised the long whip in his hand, and began to frantically slash at a metal wall next to him, as if he wanted to vent all his strength on that cold wall.

the second!
"Don't look it in the eye!!"

Qin Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a deafening roar, trying to warn his last teammates.

But it was too late.

The demon's figure vanished once more.

This time it appeared in front of Nissan.

Before Nissan could even react, his eyes met those smiling faces.

Then, this towering, lion-like man collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His heavy power armor trembled incessantly, and suppressed sobs filled with endless sorrow and regret emanated from his helmet.

The third.

In the blink of an eye, Long Yu, Ning Jing, and Nisang, the three top level-five powerhouses of the Fearless Battle Group, all lost their ability to fight without suffering any physical damage.

The entire battlefield was dead silent.

Only the newly born Slaanesh demon remained, and... the only one still standing, Qin Feng.
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When Qin Feng became the only one standing on the battlefield, when his three teammates, who had fought side by side and were as reliable as mountains, fell one after another in front of that strange demon in a silent and absurd way.

Inside the highest conference room of the Dauntless Chapter headquarters, hundreds of millions of miles away, a deathly silence fell over the enormous holographic projection screen.

The dozen or so level nine martial artists at the planetary level, these powerful individuals who had long been accustomed to countless wonders in the universe and whose minds were as firm as a rock, all had a heavy, iron-like cloud covering their faces at this moment.

"It is Slaanesh's ascension to demonhood."

The voice of the battle group leader, Feng Zhiyu, broke the suffocating silence.

His voice was deep, yet contained an undeniable authority that pulled everyone back from their shock.

"Even among believers of evil gods, there are vastly different backgrounds."

The most senior and most profound level nine martial artist beside him slowly spoke, as if giving the younger generation a heavy battlefield lesson.

"At the very bottom are those so-called 'believers.' They can only be described as mortals 'permitted' by the evil god to perform sacrifices. Just like what we just saw, those top painters who were unparalleled in a city, those talented drug addicts, they spent their entire lives and only gained the 'qualification' to please the evil god. The evil god wouldn't even glance at them, let alone bestow blessings. At most, they could only obtain some crude and incompetent level four evil killing techniques that circulated from certain channels."

His gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield on the screen.

"Above them are those who can receive the 'blessing' of the evil god. They are either monstrous talents with even more terrifying talents and more obsessive wills, or they are 'striving individuals' who, like ascetics, have made enough cruel sacrifices to finally attract the attention of the evil god."

He paused, his tone growing more solemn, "And what we see now, this demon just born from the altar, is the best of the best. After receiving the blessing, its soul and body have completely merged with the chaotic energy, undergoing a fundamental 'demonic' transformation. It is no longer an ordinary being, but a true, living, level six Slaanesh demon."

"As for going any further up..."

A hint of apprehension flashed in the senior student's eyes. "There are even rarer and more terrifying 'Chosen Ones of Evil Gods.' We won't discuss those beings today."

Another burly, steel-muscled level nine martial artist chimed in, "What Qin Feng and his group encountered this time was a level six Slaanesh demon specializing in mental attacks. Judging from its appearance, its method of killing belongs to the most difficult-to-defend 'illusion' type. This kind of illusion directly arouses the deepest, most hidden obsessions within a living being."

"Human thoughts are the most complex and ever-changing things in this universe. Where there is light, there is darkness; where there is protection, there is hatred. This kind of attack originating from the heart is virtually impossible to defend against. Unless your mental strength is strong enough to crush the illusion it constructs like an egg, people like Long Yu, who are fifth-level martial artists who have not yet truly mastered 'mental power interfering with reality,' are simply unable to resist on the real level and can only be passively dragged into the illusion."

"Once they are dragged in, their mental strength will be constantly worn down and tormented in that world built by their own obsessions, making them unable to distinguish between illusion and reality, until finally, their mental strength is completely exhausted, and they face true death."

These words sank the hearts of everyone present to the bottom.

"Their mental strength index is around 10 points. According to our database analysis of Slaanesh demons, they can probably withstand this level of illusionary corruption for about five minutes."

Feng Zhiyu calmly made a judgment, and then he issued an order that left no room for argument.

"Notify the 'veterans' on the front lines, using Qin Feng as the starting point. If Qin Feng can hold on, then in two minutes, immediately begin the rescue! I don't care about mission points; I want all four of them to come back alive!"

"If... Qin Feng can't hold on either, then the instant he collapses, provide immediate assistance! Don't waste a single second!"

"Yes!"

The level nine martial artist in charge of communications immediately relayed Feng Zhiyu's order to the infiltrating team in the Lost Starfield.

"receive."

A cold and brief reply came from the front lines.

Inside the conference room, everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on the enormous screen.

Every frame there touched their hearts.

……

The scene shifts back to that battlefield filled with depravity and madness.

The moment his three teammates fell one after another, Qin Feng closed his eyes.

He didn't look at the eerie demon, but instead focused all his attention on his senses, trying to pinpoint the ghostly figure by observing the surrounding psionic fluctuations.

He believed that as long as he avoided eye contact, the [Imperial Legion-level Mental Barrier Module] on his chest would be enough to withstand the opponent's mental attack.

However, he was wrong.

Slaanesh's attacks are never reasonable.

"Eye contact" is always just a facade, a lure, an elegant yet cruel "ritual" to lower the prey's guard.

When the figure of that Slaanesh demon reappeared silently in front of Qin Feng.

It didn't even look at Qin Feng's tightly closed eyes.

An invisible yet terrifyingly powerful spiritual energy fluctuation, strong enough to distort light, suddenly erupted from its body!

Om-! ! !
The golden [Mental Barrier Module] on Qin Feng's chest flickered violently the moment it came into contact with this mental storm, its surface radiating light like a candle in the wind.

It lasted for less than a thousandth of a second.

Click!

A crisp sound, like shattering glass, rang in Qin Feng's mind. The psionic furnace inside that standard equipment of the Imperial Legion, worth 30,000 contribution points, was instantly overloaded, and its core array completely collapsed!
The solid defenses were torn apart with overwhelming force.

Immediately afterwards, an irresistible torrent of malice and temptation poured into his mind violently and without hindrance.

"Jiejiejiejie——"

A sharp, lewd laugh, seemingly capable of scraping the soul, echoed wildly deep within his consciousness.

"Let me see...let me see! What is the deepest desire of a powerful 'dauntless' warrior from the Empire? Is it supreme power? Eternal life? Or...something far more sordid and sinister? Hehehe—"

Everything around me has changed.

That crimson sky, that altar, that smiling demon... everything vanished in an instant.

Qin Feng felt as if he had fallen into a cold and desolate universe.

Before him, a figure he could never forget for all eternity floated silently.

He had sharp horns on his head, bat wings on his back, and bulging muscles all over his body. His body was covered with black veins that throbbed wildly like evil vines.

That once familiar face was now filled with tyranny, madness, and an endless thirst for killing.

Stone!

That former comrade who has completely fallen into the Khorne demon!

Beside Shi Dang lay a cold, lifeless corpse.

Even though that shiny bald head had lost all its vitality, Qin Feng still recognized it at a glance.

Lei Meng...

"Stone-dang-!!!"

A roar that seemed to tear the entire universe apart, filled with endless rage and killing intent, erupted hysterically from deep within Qin Feng's throat!

Overwhelming rage completely consumed his reason at that moment.

……

"Oh no! Qin Feng has been pulled in too!"

In the conference room of the Fearless Battle Group, when everyone saw Qin Feng on the screen suddenly go berserk, wielding a long spear and frantically slashing and thrusting at the empty space around him, their hearts sank to the bottom.

"Commander! Begin the rescue...?"

A level nine martial artist subconsciously asked for instructions.

However, his words were cut short before he could finish speaking.

He, and everyone else in the conference room, were frozen in place, their eyes widening as they stared intently at the screen, as if witnessing something that would shatter their understanding of the world.

"Wait...let's take another look!"

On the screen, Qin Feng, who was wildly swinging his spear in reality, was moving in a seemingly chaotic manner. However, every move he made contained a chilling and extremely refined killing intent!
In another dimension, within his own illusion.

He was already locked in a fierce battle with the demonized Shi Dang!
"Die to me!!"

Qin Feng roared, his figure transforming into a bolt of lightning, his spear thrusting out with extreme speed and ruthlessness!

【Chasing Shadows with Wind and Thunder】!
On the real battlefield, the Slaanesh demon, who had just been gloating over his "masterpiece," suddenly froze with a smile.

It felt a chilling, bone-piercing, terrifying killing intent that seemed to lock onto its soul, instantly enveloping it.

It tried to dodge, its ghostly figure rapidly darting and flashing through the air.

But it was too late.

puff!

A cold, fiery, crimson-gold spear, in a completely unreasonable manner, precisely captured its trajectory and then... fiercely nailed it to the massive flesh-and-blood altar behind it!
The terrifying force drove half of its body, along with the spear, deep into the unknown, incredibly tough bones inside the altar.

"Roar--!!!"

A piercing roar, so shrill it seemed inhuman, filled with pain and disbelief, erupted from the mouth of the Slaanesh demon.

It's nailed down!
It was actually pinned down by a single shot from a prey that was trapped in its own illusion and should have been at its mercy!

"Shidang——!!!"

In Qin Feng's illusion, he stared at "Shi Dang," whom he had pinned to the void with a single spear thrust, without pausing for a moment.

He adopted a terrifying boxing stance that exuded a wild and domineering aura.

The next second, his figure vanished from his spot, traversing a distance of a thousand meters, and appeared in front of "Shi Dang" as if by teleportation.

His iron fist, filled with endless rage, slammed heavily into "Shi Dang's" chest!

[The Golden Palace]!
boom!
In reality, Slaanesh's chest suddenly caved inward, emitting a sickening cracking sound.

"For Lei Meng!"

[Inauguration of the Stele]!
Another punch!
"For Xiong Yanfu!"

【Collapse of the Mountain】!
One more punch!
"For Temu!"

[Shattered Jade]!
……

Qin Feng went completely insane.

He unleashed all the deadly moves he had ever learned in his life—[Golden Throne], [Stone Tablet], [Mountain Collapse], [Jade Shatter]—punch after punch, without reservation, onto the Slaanesh demon.

Each punch was accompanied by a hysterical roar.

With each punch, the massive altar of flesh and blood shook violently and shattered.

He landed more than a dozen punches.

The once arrogant and powerful level six Slaanesh demon was now on its last legs. Its smooth, beautiful pink carapace had long since been torn apart, revealing the disgusting, writhing flesh beneath.

The altar of flesh and blood, the place where it was born, was completely destroyed and on the verge of collapse under the relentless and violent bombardment.

"All my life's learning! All my pain! All my anger! Will be concentrated in this one strike! To die by this move, to kill you, Shi Dang, will be your honor!!"

Qin Feng roared.

He slowly withdrew his fist, assuming an unprecedented and awe-inspiring fighting stance.

Behind him, it seemed as if a phantom of an unparalleled emperor, suppressing the universe and ruling over all things, appeared.

The supreme will of the Golden Palace!

The essence of more than a dozen already perfected level two killing techniques!

And the immense power of the level-three killing technique, the Qiankun Spear, which encompasses all things and reverses the universe!
Everything was completely and perfectly integrated by him at this moment!
The window that had troubled him for years, the path to his ultimate killing move, was shattered at this moment by the overwhelming, pure, and vengeful obsession in his heart!
His voice seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying the majesty of judging everything.

"Killer move—"

"【Qian Yuan】!!!"

One punch, unleashed!

There was no earth-shattering sound, nor any devastating light or shadow.

The moment that punch landed, time and space seemed to stand still.

The powerful level six Slaanesh demon nailed to the altar, along with the enormous, sinful altar of flesh beneath it, was completely and cleanly evaporated in an instant, as if erased by an invisible, highest-dimensional force.

Not even a trace of ash remained.

Rumbling--

Without the support of the altar, the entire mountain could no longer withstand this force that exceeded its limits, and began to tilt and collapse.

Qin Feng remained in his punching stance, standing silently between this world on the verge of destruction.
-
When Qin Feng's supreme punch, [Qian Yuan], crashed down on the screen.

When that arrogant level six Slaanesh demon, along with that enormous altar of flesh, was completely evaporated and erased in that silent annihilation.

When that crumbling mountain finally collapsed after losing its core support, burying all the evil under the dust.

In the highest conference room of the Fearless Battle Group headquarters, the dozen or so level-nine martial artists who had been sitting upright with imposing auras suddenly stood up from their seats!
Their faces could no longer maintain their usual composure and dignity; instead, they were filled with undisguised shock and horror!
"Wow...what a powerful killing move!"

A burly level nine martial artist, renowned for his offensive prowess, instinctively cried out in surprise.

His eyes were fixed on the screen, on the back of the figure slowly retracting his fist, shrouded in collapsing rocks and dust, his voice filled with disbelief.

"This move... the power of this move has completely exceeded the range that a level five Yuan Aperture can achieve!"

"It's more than just beyond the scope!"

Beside him, the most senior and knowledgeable senior alumnus's voice trembled slightly.

He quickly pulled up Qin Feng's body data model and the Imperial Academy of Sciences' combat power rating report for standard martial artists. Comparing the two, he came to a conclusion that even made his own heart pound.

"Look!"

He pointed to the rapidly scrolling data stream on the screen and said loudly, "Qin Feng's vitality index is 7200 points, which is the peak of the fifth level 'Minor Limit'. But his physical foundation is far beyond that of ordinary 'Minor Limit' martial artists! According to our previous assessment, his growth potential, comparable to that of a juvenile star beast, makes him several times stronger than other 'Gold Standard Human Level III' martial artists of the same level in terms of pure physical strength, endurance, speed, and other basic attributes!"

"And just now, that final punch he unleashed, [Qian Yuan],"

The senior student's finger pressed heavily on the peak energy reading that had soared to crimson in that instant. "According to the system's preliminary calculations, its psionic energy efficiency and its instantaneous explosive power are at least... at least fifty times more than the limit burst of a 'Gold Standard Human Level III' martial artist of the same level!"

"Fifty times!!!"

The moment this number was announced, a collective gasp filled the entire conference room.

They were all planetary-level powerhouses, so they naturally understood the terrifying significance behind that number.

"Horrible! So terrible!"

"Have you noticed?"

Another ninth-level martial artist, possessing exceptionally high spiritual power and a refined demeanor, adjusted his monocle, his eyes gleaming with wisdom and astonishment. "His move, [Qian Yuan], already subtly incorporates a trace of spiritual power within its will! No, not just the last move, but the [Jin Luan] fist technique he used earlier, with its domineering will, could spontaneously and subtly resonate with spiritual power, exerting substantial suppression on the enemy's mind!"

"What an monstrous talent in martial arts!"

He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "He hasn't even systematically learned any method of manipulating mental power, yet he has already spontaneously opened the threshold of mental power application with his pure and unwavering martial will! He has transformed the ethereal 'will' into 'power' that can interfere with reality! I have only seen similar records in the oldest legends of the empire!"

There was an uproar in the conference room.

These powerful figures, who stood at the pinnacle of the empire's martial arts pyramid, now looked at the young man on the screen with completely different eyes.

If Qin Feng was previously seen by them as a gifted "genius" with a promising future, then...

So now, he is a living "monster" who has already shown the appearance of a god!
Exceptionally talented! A prodigy!
However, just as everyone was still immersed in this huge, subversive shock, an untimely burst of laughter, full of joy and mockery, suddenly rang out.

"Haha...hahahaha—"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw their battle leader, Feng Zhiyu, leaning back in his chair without any regard for his image, one hand covering his stomach and the other slapping his thigh hard, laughing so hard that tears were about to stream down his face.

"I'm laughing... I'm dying of laughter! Hahahaha—"

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe, a stark contrast to his usual dignified and composed demeanor.

The level nine martial artists present looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion and bewilderment.

What's wrong with the commander?
Could it be that Qin Feng's abnormal strength drove him to a mental breakdown?

"Commander, you..."

A martial artist cautiously spoke, attempting to inquire.

Feng Zhiyu waved his hand, barely managing to stop laughing. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, his face still bearing that barely suppressed smile, and pointed to the screen, explaining to everyone:

"You...you still don't understand?"

"Why did that Slaanesh demon lose so decisively and so humiliatingly?"

"Because it targeted the wrong person from the very beginning! It tried to stir up Qin Feng's deepest desires. And what was the result?"

Feng Zhiyu slammed his hand on the table, unable to hold back any longer, and burst into another earth-shattering laugh.

"As a result, Qin Feng's deepest obsession was... to kill Shi Dang! Hahahaha—!!!"

Upon hearing this, the meeting room fell silent.

Immediately, everyone seemed to have been enlightened, and instantly realized what was happening, their faces showing expressions of sudden understanding followed by utter bewilderment.

"I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy marveling at the killer move..."

The most senior alumnus stroked his beard, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "I understand," he said.

“Shidang is a fallen follower of Khorne, and he is tainted with the purest aura of chaotic demons.”

"And this newly born Slaanesh demon, although it belongs to a different evil god faction, is essentially a chaotic demon as well. Their auras are extremely similar at their root!"

Feng Zhiyu chuckled and continued, "That's right! Qin Feng has fought against the Chaos Demons many times before and carried out numerous cleanup missions! So, even though he was dragged into the illusion, his fighting instincts and his will for revenge were still able to accurately and irrationally lock onto that chaotic aura that he hated the most!"

"So... he just confusedly mistook this poor Slaanesh demon for his beloved 'Stone Dang' and beat him to death?"

A level nine martial artist stared in disbelief.

"They were more than just killed!"

Feng Zhiyu said with glee, "Even the Chaos Altar, which was the mission objective, was blasted into nothingness by him with a single punch because he 'lost control'!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Having figured all this out, all the powerful figures in the conference room could no longer hold back.

Suppressed laughter rose and fell in waves.

"I bet that Slaanesh demon never understood until its death how its prized illusionary killing technique, capable of manipulating the souls of all living beings, could be completely useless against this human martial artist!"

"It could never have imagined that there would be a martial artist in this world whose deepest and purest desire was not power, not beauty, not immortality... but to slay another chaotic demon!"

"This is practically the involution of the Chaos Realm!"

"Poor Slaanesh, he didn't check the almanac before leaving home and ran right into Khorne's 'nemesis.' He's really had the worst luck imaginable!"

For a moment, the meeting room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The previous solemnity, worry, and tension all vanished in this unexpected and darkly humorous ending.

They looked at the figure still standing atop the ruins on the screen, their eyes filled not only with shock but also with heartfelt affection and appreciation.

A warrior whose will is so pure that even his desires are for "uprooting the demons of chaos".

Who wouldn't respect such a martial artist?
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When the mountain completely collapsed, the dust that rose into the sky gradually settled down in that eerie purple forest.

Qin Feng's eyes, which had turned bloodshot from extreme anger and killing intent, slowly regained their clarity.

He remained in the same posture as when he unleashed the [Qian Yuan] punch, his entire being like a statue frozen in time.

The illusion, like a shattered mirror, peeled away inch by inch from his consciousness.

That cold, desolate void of space vanished.

The demonized "Shi Dang" that he had blasted into nothingness with a single punch disappeared.

The cold, lifeless corpse of Lei Meng, which had terrified him, had also vanished.

Instead, there was a familiar clearing surrounded by a twisted jungle, the devastated battlefield ruins beneath my feet that had turned into a giant crater, and... not far away, my three teammates were still lying on the ground, not yet awakened from their respective illusions.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his fist, feeling the immense emptiness within his body caused by unleashing [Qian Yuan], and the sense of perfect harmony and fulfillment deep within his soul after breaking through the bottleneck.

He got it.

Everything is clear now.

There was no such thing as "Shidang" or "revenge".

All of that was just a dream created for him by that Slaanesh demon, based on his deepest obsessions.

And in this dream, he himself beat that pitiful level six Slaanesh demon, who most likely mistook him for "Shi Dang," to death.

Along with the Chaos Altar, which was the mission objective, it was also "casually" destroyed.

"Pity……"

Qin Feng let out a long sigh, his voice filled with a deep and heartfelt regret.

If only I had really killed Shi Dang.

He looked down at his fist, the indomitable will of [Qian Yuan], which embodied all his life's learning, still lingering between his fingers.

Although it was only in an illusion, the creation of this move was real.

He finally possessed the most powerful trump card, capable of delivering the decisive blow.

At that very moment, the three figures lying on the ground not far from him trembled slightly at almost the same time.

With the Slaanesh demon, the source of the illusion, completely obliterated, the mental field that enveloped them also vanished.

"Um……?"

Long Yu was the first to react. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and instinctively assumed a defensive stance.

But when he saw the battlefield before him, now reduced to ruins, his face was instantly filled with bewilderment.

Next up were Ning Jing and Nissan.

Ning Jing stopped attacking the wall in front of him, which he had already hacked to pieces, and looked blankly at the long whip in his hand, then at his surroundings.

Nissan stopped his suppressed, sorrowful sobs. He slowly raised his head, and in his eyes, which were always full of sunshine and fighting spirit, there was still a trace of deep, heartbreaking grief.

All three of them seemed to have just woken up from a deep dream.

"what happened?"

Long Yu shook his helmet, trying to shake off the extremely realistic yet absurd "dream" in his mind. He looked at the mess around him, his voice filled with confusion.

"Where is the altar? That altar of flesh and blood...where did it go?"

Ning Jing's gaze was fixed on the giant crater that had been completely leveled, his face filled with disbelief.

"And... what about that Slaanesh demon?"

Nissan's voice was a little hoarse. He looked around and, apart from the mess everywhere, he could no longer feel that nauseating, chaotic, evil aura.

The three of them, without prior agreement, focused their gazes on the only figure in the arena who had stood there the entire time, like a pillar of strength.

"The mission...is completed?"

They looked at Qin Feng and asked in unison, their voices filled with uncertainty.

"Yes, mission accomplished."

Seeing the bewildered looks on his three teammates, Qin Feng smiled slightly. He didn't explain much, but simply clicked the "Submit Task" button on his task terminal.

"Let's go back."

Although Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing were filled with countless questions, they could only suppress their confusion and submit the mission blankly after seeing Qin Feng's determined eyes and the confirmation message "Mission target has been destroyed" in the system notification.

(End of this chapter)