High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 193 The mentors' shock, the trial planet tempers the killing technique!
Faced with his mentor's questions, Qin Feng did not hide anything and recounted his cultivation over the past few years.

On one hand, it's to prove one's martial arts spirit; on the other hand, it's to have experienced people come and help check if there are any problems with one's training.

"Mainly because of the opportunity presented by the Warband Ranking Tournament,"

He explained, “The Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy has a special tradition called the ‘Warband Ranking Tournament,’ which is held every seventy years and lasts for a full thirty years after it begins.”

"Over the past thirty years, our students have worked in battle groups to earn points and rankings by completing various tasks assigned by the school. Most importantly, all tasks completed during the ranking competition will earn an additional three times the battle group reputation reward."

I was lucky; the 'Fearless Band' I belonged to was very powerful, and during this time they took on a huge number of missions for me, ranging from normal to hard difficulty, and I even completed a nightmare-level mission.

Qin Feng's tone was calm, but the information revealed in his words shocked the three mentors.

They could imagine that Qin Feng's rapid improvement came from fighting his way through countless battles.

"The sheer volume of tasks brought me an astronomical amount of reputation points, and then some other opportunities came along. It was the combination of these factors that allowed my cultivation speed to increase so rapidly, and I was fortunate enough to complete the path of the Aperture Integration within thirty years."

Qin Feng added, "Within the schools of Canaan, the purchasing power of reputation points is almost equivalent to contribution points. I can use them to exchange for almost all the rare and precious materials and spiritual medicines needed for cultivation in the resource vault within the warband. It's just that I can't exchange for top-level equipment controlled by the Empire, such as standard power armor and high-energy explosive guns."

After listening to Qin Feng's explanation, the three mentors remained silent for a moment, digesting the massive amount of information contained within.

"Once every seventy years, lasting for thirty years..."

Wu Shangfeng's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. He was the first to grasp the core of the matter and couldn't help but exclaim, "So that's how it is! So that's how it is! No wonder it's the Canaan Star Martial Arts University. It truly has its unique strengths to maintain its unparalleled position as the only top-tier martial arts university in the Canaan Star System!"

He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "This model is brilliant! It efficiently redistributes massive cultivation resources through the competitive organizational model of 'battle groups,' instead of relying on rigid contracts or master-disciple relationships to allocate resources, as is the case with most other martial arts universities."

This approach not only maximizes students' competitive spirit and sense of team honor, but also ensures that those who stand out in the competition are those who have truly fought their way out of blood and fire. Their killing skills will also improve rapidly with the intensity of the mission!
This cultivates true warriors, not hothouse flowers!

Qin Feng wholeheartedly agreed with his mentor Wu Shangfeng's analysis.

This is true.

At Canaan Star Martial Arts University, he almost never encountered any spoiled brats with twisted minds or peculiar thought processes.

Everyone here, regardless of their background, harbors a yearning for a higher level of martial arts and is striving frantically for their ideals and goals.

The prevailing atmosphere here is one of martial spirit and pragmatism; everything is decided by merit.

Oh, except for that beast Shi Dang.

The mere thought of that name made Qin Feng's eyes involuntarily turn cold.

With a touch of concern and worry in her voice, the thoughtful mentor Lin Yue said, "You've completed the nightmare-level missions, Xiao Qin. Your experience was far more dangerous than we imagined."

We heard about the Shidang debauchery incident, and that's why we're especially worried about you.

"Please rest assured, teacher. I understand the dangers involved and will be more cautious in my future actions."

Qin Feng gave a solemn reply.

"Um,"

Gu Yue said, "Now that you have achieved perfect harmony of the apertures and forged the most advanced 'primordial apertures,' the path you need to take next is actually very clear."

First, there's the cultivation of the Vitality Index. This is a slow and meticulous process, requiring you to systematically break through the four major limits: 18,000, 36,000, 72,000, and finally 108,000 points, ultimately reaching the Planetary level.

"Secondly, it is the practice of killing techniques."

Master Gu Yue said, "We saw this in you back when you were at Qiyi High School. Your comprehension is exceptionally high. So, as your teachers, we can't give you much guidance on the specific details of your cultivation. We can only remind you of the two most crucial things."

"First, I must reach the Imperial Arena rankings! Second, I must participate in the 'Starry Sky Cup' Martial Arts Tournament!"

Gu Yue's tone became more serious than ever before: "Little Qin, you must remember that the honors of these two are far more valuable than you can imagine!"
It's not just an honor, it's a qualification!
Just like you back then, if you hadn't fought tooth and nail to win the title of 'Qiming General Star', you wouldn't even have been able to get a ticket to apply for the Canaan Star Martial Arts University.

The ranks in the Imperial Arena and the rankings in the Starry Sky Cup are simply a continuation and upgrade of this qualification system!

"After you graduate from Canaan, if you want to continue your journey under the vast starry sky of the Empire, if you want to access higher circles, obtain top-tier resources, or even aspire to join the Ultimate Battleband and become an Ultimate Warrior in the distant future... then the high rank in the Empire Arena and the high ranking in the Starry Sky Cup are your only tickets to entry!"

Without this, no matter how talented you are, you're just a rootless duckweed, unable to move an inch! Therefore, you must compete, and the higher your ranking, the better!

Gu Yue's words resonated deeply in Qin Feng's heart like a resounding bell.

He already knew that these two things were important, but he never imagined that his mentor would elevate their importance to the level of whether he could succeed on his future path in martial arts.

"Yes! I understand! Thank you for your guidance, teacher!"

Qin Feng solemnly replied, deeply engraving these words in his heart.

Afterwards, the three chatted with Qin Feng for a while, asking about some details of his life in Canaan, their words full of concern.

After the communication light curtain was turned off, the quiet room returned to silence.

The care and guidance from his mentors transformed into a warm current, cleansing his mind and giving him a moment of relief from the tension he had been under due to his arduous practice.

But then, an even stronger sense of urgency welled up inside me.

He opened the friends channel and found that there were short messages under the profile pictures of Long Yu, Nisang, and Ning Jing.

Long Yu: "Junior Brother Qin Feng, your battle with Senior Qin Yonglin deeply moved me. The three of us will go ahead to cultivate. We'll meet again at the Starry Sky Cup."

Nissan: "Qin Beast! I'm going to train too! That really got me excited."

Ning Jing's message was the shortest, consisting of only two words: "Gone."

Qin Feng chuckled to himself.

They are all exceptional individuals, true prodigies, and at this moment, they must be burning with fierce competition, frantically squeezing out their potential.

"That's good too. With my companions chasing after me, I can't afford to slack off in the slightest."

Qin Feng slowly closed his eyes and began to systematically analyze his current strength and plan his next path of cultivation.

"First, the method of killing."

His mind sank into the depths of his consciousness, where the fourth-level killing technique called "Heavy Gun" was clearly imprinted on his mind like a brand.

[Kill Method: Heavy Gun (Level 4)]

[Realm Level: Minor Success]

[Proficiency: 112/1000]

"The battle with Qin Yonglin has significantly improved my proficiency. Based on the intensity of my battles in the Imperial Arena over the past month, as well as my daily insights, my proficiency can steadily increase by about 5 to 10 points per day. At this rate, over a year, I can accumulate about two to three thousand proficiency points, which is enough to push 'Heavy Gun' to the 'Mastery' level."

"However, there is still a huge gap between the 10,000 proficiency points required for 'Perfection'. The start of the 'Starry Sky Cup' is imminent, and I must also cultivate 'Heavy Gun' to 'Perfection' before the start of the competition. Only in this way can I have the qualification to rank high on that stage full of monsters."

Qin Feng frowned slightly.

"To achieve that kind of leapfrog progress, you need even more terrifying and extreme real combat pressure."

Images of two planets involuntarily surfaced in his mind—Purgatory-IV and K-7.

That feeling of dancing wildly on the edge of death, squeezing every bit of strength and every ounce of spirit to the limit, is the breeding ground for rapid improvement in the level of killing techniques.

"Perhaps it's time to head to the trial planet."

A clear idea took root in his mind.

Trial planets, under safe conditions, allow martial artists to experience the true struggle between life and death, creating immense mental pressure that leads to rapid advancements in their killing techniques.

"Secondly, it is the cultivation of the vitality index."

This is the very foundation of his foundation, his greatest advantage in crushing his peers.

"During the first month of training, I spent all my mornings cultivating my mental strength index, and the rest of the time practicing killing techniques, the Ten Perfect Hands, and meditation. With this allocation, my daily vitality index could steadily increase by 10 points."

He quickly began to calculate in his mind.

"There are 365 days in a year, which is 3650 points of vitality. I currently have 7500 points, and in a year, I will only reach 11150 points. At this rate, I am still far, far away from the 'first major limit' of 18,000 points."

"No, this speed is too slow!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, his eyes becoming incredibly determined.

The first month of training was more like an adaptation and test, giving him a preliminary and accurate grasp of his training efficiency after advancing to level six.

Now that the testing period is over, he will make optimal adjustments based on his physical condition and willpower.

All of this stemmed entirely from his own profound understanding of martial arts, requiring no guidance from anyone.

"Starting tomorrow, we need to increase the time spent on physical training and increase resource investment to make the most of every minute and second."

"Another aspect is improving the level of killing techniques. We need to increase efficiency and go to the trial planets."

Finally, he focused his attention on cultivating his spiritual power.

Meditation Method

【The Great Sun Visualization Method (Daisoku)】

[Proficiency: 1234/10000]

[Emperor's Meditation Method (Minor Success)]

[Proficiency: 12/1000]

"My current mental strength is 10 points, and the rate of improvement is indeed very slow."

Qin Feng was not surprised by this.

The growth of mental strength is one of the most difficult tasks for a level six martial artist, and it cannot be accomplished overnight.

"Especially the Emperor's Meditation Method, its quality is far beyond imagination."

"Once I've mastered both of these meditation techniques to the point of 'perfection,' my mental strength should break through 100 points, meeting the basic requirements for mental strength to break through to the planetary level."

"This method can be practiced daily; it cannot be rushed."

"Furthermore, mental strength is not only improved through meditation."

Having sorted out all the cultivation paths, Qin Feng no longer felt confused.

Although the road ahead is long and the challenges are arduous, every step he takes is clear and firm.

A fighting spirit and desire originating from the depths of his soul rose up once again.

The Starry Sky Cup, a higher realm of martial arts...

All of this requires him to strive even harder and more relentlessly!
In the quiet room, all was silent.

Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes. The warmth that had arisen in his deep eyes from his conversation with his mentor had completely vanished, replaced by an absolute calm and focus as cold as an ancient pool.

The path ahead is crystal clear; all that remains is to execute it.

He had a sudden thought and issued the command.

"Hamer."

hum-

With a slight spatial ripple, a streak of red and white light materialized out of thin air in front of Qin Feng.

The light faded, transforming into a small, exquisitely crafted dragon about thirty centimeters long.

Its entire body was a warm, pearly white, while its back and the edges of its wings were covered with streamlined, fiery red plates. A pair of sapphire-like electronic eyes blinked lively as it hovered in the air, its tail swaying gently.

"I am here, Master. What are your orders?"

Hammer's voice is an algorithmically optimized, neutral electronic tone that is highly comfortable, efficient, and precise.

"Help me select the trial planets."

Qin Feng's instructions were concise: "Objective: Improve proficiency in level four killing techniques with maximum efficiency. Requirements: Sufficient pressure in actual combat, with a safety guarantee mechanism."

"Command received. Initiating multi-dimensional matching based on your 'Supreme Yuanqiao' foundation and current vitality index..."

Hammer's electronic eye flashed rapidly through massive amounts of data, "...Filtering complete, the optimal solution has been listed for you."

A huge virtual light screen unfolded in front of Qin Feng.

On the screen, dozens of task options were neatly arranged, each with detailed data listed behind it.

[Mission Name: Ecological Cleanup of Planet K-19]

[Task Level: Hard]

[Target Race: Alien Insectoid - Cutter]

Recommended Vitality Index: 8000-15000

……

Qin Feng's gaze swept across the list quickly, and finally, his eyes were drawn to an option at the very top of the list that was marked with a special halo.

[Warband Exclusive Trial Project: Trial Planet 'Meat Grinder-III']

[Mission Mode: Long-Term, High-Pressure, On-Site Training]

[Target Race: Green-skinned Orcs]

[Suitable for martial artists of level 6-7 (with a vitality index below 36000 points)]

[Security Guarantee: An eighth-level 'Sun and Moon Realm' martial artist will be assigned as a guardian to protect you throughout the entire process.]

[Cost: 40000 Warband Reputation Points/Month]

"Oh?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly. "The battle group missions have dedicated trial planets? And they're even guarded by level eight martial artists?"

This was exactly the ideal solution in his mind.

"Yes Master."

Hammer's voice rang out at the opportune moment, providing further explanation: "This is a collaborative project between the 'Dauntless Chapter' and the Imperial military. 'Meat Grinder-III' is an ecologically modified planet specifically designed for the deployment and captivity of greenskins. Its ecosystem and reproduction rate are macroscopically regulated by the space fortress, providing warriors with an inexhaustible supply of combat targets with controllable intensity."

"Greenskins, Zerg..."

Qin Feng tapped his fingertips lightly on the light screen, lost in thought.

He was no stranger to this.

These two races, with their terrifyingly unreasonable reproduction rate, fearless fighting spirit, and strong environmental adaptability, are hailed as the two "best consumables" for the Empire's military training.

Their existence seems solely for war and destruction; they are the perfect test subjects.

"What about the price..."

His gaze fell on the fee section: "11 months, requires 44 reputation points."

Qin Feng immediately brought up his personal asset panel.

Warband Reputation (Remaining): 520,000 points

"If we choose this eleven-month trial program, we will still have 80,000 reputation points left."

He quickly calculated in his mind, "I still have a lot of the massive resources I bought to reach the peak of the Qi Integration Realm. The 80,000 reputation points as a reserve fund are more than enough to deal with any emergencies."

Reputation points are meaningless if they cannot be converted into real combat power.

Qin Feng has never hesitated for a moment when it comes to spending money.

He tapped his finger heavily on the virtual screen and selected "confirm".

"Selection successful, your application is being submitted..."

"...Application approved."

"...Matching you a Guardian..."

"...Match successful! Guardian information has been sent to your communication channel."

Hammer's efficiency remained as high as ever.

Almost the instant it finished speaking, a soft sound came from the personal terminal on Qin Feng's wrist. He tapped the light screen, and an encrypted message from the battle group's internal system appeared.

[Zong Yun]: Hello, junior brother Qin Feng. I am Zong Yun, the guardian assigned to you for this mission.

My current vitality index is 47,000, making me an eighth-level 'Sun and Moon Realm' martial artist. During the next eleven-month trial period, I will be fully responsible for your safety.

However, please note that according to the trial rules, I will not intervene in your battle in any way unless there is an irreversible danger to your life.

[Zong Yun]: Once you are ready, please go directly to the Fearless Zone, Subspace Teleportation Platform A8. We can depart at any time.

After reading the message, Qin Feng calmly replied with a single word: "Okay."

He stood up and walked to the storage cabinet in the corner of the quiet room.

The cabinet door opened, revealing rows of psionic potions shimmering with a ghostly blue light.

These were the resources he had left over, each one quite valuable. Some could quickly replenish depleted physical energy during battle, some could bring a large amount of spiritual energy, and some could restore mental strength.

After thinking for a moment, he didn't hesitate at all and transferred more than two-thirds of the potions, as well as some high-energy compressed food, into his subspace storage unit.

The logistical support for this eleven-month-long hellish trial must be absolutely flawless.

Having done all this, he didn't linger for a moment, but walked straight out of the meditation room and quickly headed towards the A8 platform in the Fearless Zone.

……

The Dreadnought's exclusive area is far more magnificent and awe-inspiring than the public areas.

The passageway was forged from cold alloy, and the walls were engraved with the Ironfist emblem of the warband and the names of powerful figures throughout the ages. The air seemed to be filled with the smell of iron and blood.

Qin Feng quickly arrived at Platform A8. It was a circular hall covering nearly a thousand square meters, with a floor made of deep black crystal engraved with complex and mysterious silver patterns, which was the cornerstone of the subspace teleportation array.

In the center of the platform, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The man was tall and thin, wearing a well-fitting black combat uniform, with neat short hair. His face was not handsome, but his features were sharp and his eyes were calm and deep.

Behind him was a weapon wrapped in layers of black cloth, which, judging from its length and outline, appeared to be a long sword.

He simply stood there quietly, exuding the aura of a master, as if he had merged with the entire space, becoming an unshakeable and stable force field.

Qin Feng's gaze fell on him, and he immediately understood.

"Senior Zong Yun."

He stepped forward and greeted them in a deep voice.

The man turned around, his gaze sweeping over Qin Feng. A gentle smile appeared on his previously calm face: "Haha, junior Qin Feng, I've heard so much about you. Your charisma has certainly caused quite a stir among us senior students."

His voice is mellow and magnetic, making people feel like they are bathed in a spring breeze.

"You flatter me, senior."

Qin Feng's answer remained concise.

"Identity confirmed."

Zong Yun's wrist terminal lightly touched Qin Feng's terminal, producing a crisp confirmation sound.

He nodded, his smile fading slightly as he regained his professional and serious demeanor. "Since you're ready, let's go."

Before he finished speaking, he turned and walked toward the center of the teleportation array.

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

Once the two were standing at the core of the array, Zong Yun initiated the teleportation program.

In an instant, countless silver patterns lit up beneath their feet, and the vast and pure spatial energy was instantly activated, transforming into a dazzling silver pillar of light that completely engulfed the two figures.

The scene before my eyes was torn, stretched, and twisted into countless bizarre blocks of color in an instant, and an indescribable sense of weightlessness and spatial compression came at the same time.

But this feeling lasted for less than a second.

The next moment, the light faded, and everything around became clear and stable again.

The blinding starlight streamed in through the huge porthole, catching Qin Feng's eye.

He squinted instinctively, and once his eyes adjusted to the light, he was immediately stunned by the sight before him.

They were currently on an enormous metal platform, beyond which lay the deep, cold vacuum of space.

At the edge of the vacuum, a colossal planet floats silently.

It presents a dirty, yellowish-brown color mixed with rust and soil, with jagged craters and canyons covering the massive landmass, and toxic, grayish-green clouds churning in the thin atmosphere.

The entire planet exudes a wild, brutal, and deathly aura.

This is the Trial Planet, "Meat Grinder III".

"so big……"

Qin Feng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He recalled another trial planet that his instructor, Lin Yue, had taken him to when he was still at Qiming First Martial Arts High School.

That experience gave him a preliminary understanding of the empire's power.

But compared to the planet before us, that one from back then was like a glass marble next to a basketball.

The trial planet back then was just a modified asteroid, mainly used for basic combat training of level three martial artists. The strength of the green-skinned people on it was also strictly controlled, and the strongest among them was only at the peak of level two.

But what we see before us is a real giant rocky planet!

It is a professional "slaughterhouse" prepared for level six and seven martial artists whose vitality index often reaches tens of thousands!
The difference between the two is like heaven and earth, in terms of their size, the complexity of their ecosystem, and the quantity and quality of the green-skinned army that inhabits them.

What shocked Qin Feng even more was the space fortress they were currently in.

It was like a colossal steel beast lying in planetary orbit, so huge that it exceeded Qin Feng's imagination.

Countless massive cannons, like menacing fangs, pointed down at the planets and the surrounding universe. On the enormous landing pad, Imperial warships were taking off, landing, and resupplying. Countless transport ships and drop pods moved in and out like worker bees, creating a magnificent picture full of power and order.

Compared to it, even the Starport of the Dawn Star seems rather small.

Just as Qin Feng was feeling excited, a warrior wearing full-body heavy power armor walked over with heavy steps, and the hydraulic rods at the joints of the power armor made a slight "hissing" sound.

His helmet was completely sealed, and only a processed, slightly muffled voice could be heard: "Dauntless Chapter, Zong Yun, Qin Feng. Identities verified via data link. Welcome to the 'Meat Grinder-III' orbital fortress."

Zong Yun nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

"Your exclusive martial arts room is numbered G-735. Access to the real-time battlefield map, mission release system, weapon testing station, and planetary surface delivery pods has all been integrated into the control terminal of the martial arts room."

The martial artist in charge gave a concise explanation, clearly already accustomed to this procedure: "I won't say any more, just go in. Good luck."

After saying that, he waved to a wide internal passage, turned and left to continue his patrol.

"Let's go, junior."

Zong Yun said, "The fortress is very large. It will take several minutes to walk from here to Zone G."

Qin Feng nodded, withdrew his shocked gaze, and followed Zong Yun into the inner passage that resembled the throat of a giant beast.

The interior of the space fortress takes the word "huge" to the extreme.

The passageway is over fifty meters high and wide enough for two heavy tanks to drive side by side.

Overhead, a bright array of lights, like an artificial sun, illuminated the entire passageway as if it were daytime.

Every few hundred meters, you can see huge load-bearing pillars, shimmering with the light of flowing energy, providing structural support and energy for the entire fortress.

As they walked through, they occasionally saw groups of powerful warriors in various types of power armor brushing past them.

Some people wore expressions of exhaustion and satisfaction after a bloody battle, while others had sharp eyes and hurried steps, preparing to rush to the battlefield.

The air was filled with the smells of engine oil, gunpowder, and a faint stench of blood, creating a unique atmosphere characteristic of the battlefield.

Qin Feng silently observed everything, memorizing every detail of this war fortress.

A few minutes later, led by Zong Yun, they finally stopped in front of a heavy alloy door.

On the door, a number was marked in striking red lettering—G-735.

The alloy doors slid silently open to the sides in front of the two people, revealing the space inside.

G-735 martial arts room.

This is a spacious room of about 300 square meters, but it is more like a highly integrated personal combat readiness center than a "room".

The furnishings here are devoid of any superfluous decorations; everything serves the ultimate practicality, exuding a cold and efficient military aesthetic.

The ground and walls are cast from the same dark gray shock-absorbing alloy, capable of withstanding a full-force attack from a planetary-level martial artist without damage.

In the very center of the room stood a multi-functional control hub, silently awaiting activation.

On one side of the wall are embedded weapon debugging racks and energy replenishment units, complete with all kinds of interfaces.

On the other side is a small rest area with only two cots and the most basic life support system.

The most eye-catching feature is a circular gate at the far end of the room, with the words "Planetary Surface Drop Channel" prominently displayed in red.

From here, they can enter the drop pod at any time and reach any corner of the planet's surface within three minutes.

"arrive."

Zong Yun stepped into the room, and the alloy door slowly closed behind him, completely shutting out all the noise from the outside world.

He looked around, a relaxed smile appearing on his face. "For the next eleven months, this will be our only supply point and place to stay. The conditions are a bit rudimentary, but it's absolutely safe."

Qin Feng nodded, his gaze sweeping over every corner of the room.

He was very satisfied with this; this environment, purely for combat, suited his taste perfectly.

Zong Yun walked straight to the central control panel and gently tapped the light screen with his finger.

hum-

The lights in the room dimmed slightly, and then a huge three-dimensional holographic image was projected from the control panel and floated in front of the two people.

That was the real-time battlefield map of the planet "Meat Grinder-III".

A huge, yellowish-brown phantom slowly rotated in the air, its surface divided into hundreds of densely packed grid battle zones marked with different colors and numbers.

Most of the area was flashing with red dots representing "fierce battles," and countless red arrows representing the Greenskin tribes surged, collided, and devoured each other. Occasionally, blue dots representing the Imperial warriors would weave and tear through the scene, creating a dynamic war sandbox filled with blood and fire.

Zong Yun's fingers moved skillfully across the virtual map, zooming in and switching perspectives. Massive amounts of data flowed like a waterfall in his pupils.

As he selected the most suitable trial area, he asked without turning his head:
"Junior Brother Qin Feng, in order to formulate the most efficient trial plan for you, I need to know your current exact strength status."

Qin Feng answered without hesitation, crisply and decisively: "My current vitality index is 7500 points. My main cultivation technique is the fourth-level killing technique 'Heavy Spear,' which is at the minor completion stage."

"Hmm, 7500 points... Minor mastery of 'Heavy Gun'?"

Zong Yun's finger, which was rapidly moving across the map, suddenly stopped.

He looked up in surprise, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment, and re-examined the calm-faced junior in front of him. "If I remember correctly, it's only been a month and a few days since you completed all 360 Qi Integrations, right?"

"Ah."

Qin Feng nodded calmly, as if he were stating a trivial matter.

"A month... and it's already at a minor level?"

Zong Yun's voice involuntarily rose a few decibels.

He was well aware of how difficult it was to improve one's killing technique level.

From beginner to expert, even for those exceptionally talented geniuses, it usually takes at least six months to a year of painstaking effort, learning and accumulating experience through countless practical experiences before they can take that first step.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, only took a month!

"Such high level of comprehension!"

Zong Yun exclaimed in genuine admiration, his gaze towards Qin Feng completely changing.

"In just one month, his vitality index has steadily increased by 300 points after forging a top-grade Yuan Aperture, which was expected. But he can also cultivate the fourth-level spear technique to the minor completion level at the same time... Junior Brother Qin Feng, you truly deserve to be a remarkable figure."

"You flatter me, senior."

Faced with Zong Yun's praise, Qin Feng's expression remained neither humble nor arrogant, without the slightest pride or complacency.

For him, this was the reward for his hard work.

"good, very good!"

Zong Yun's smile widened, and a hint of excitement shone in his eyes. "Since you have such a terrifying foundation and comprehension, then ordinary trial intensity is meaningless to you. We must put you under real pressure to squeeze out your full potential!"

His finger tapped heavily on the holographic map, and a war zone marked G12 was rapidly enlarged, filling the entire screen.

"Let's choose this place, G12 war zone."

Zong Yun's tone became serious. He pointed to the jagged red territories on the map and explained in detail: "This area is currently occupied by ten large and small green-skinned tribes. They are constantly fighting each other and annexing the weak, but they will temporarily unite when there is an invasion from outside enemies. The ecology here is closest to that of a real battlefield."

He retrieved the biological data from the war zone.

"According to the real-time detection of the fortress intelligence system, the average green-skinned kids in the G12 war zone have an average health index of around 7200 points, which is exactly the same as your current strength, making them perfect practice targets. The elite green-skinned kids, such as 'Canned Kid' or 'War Boss's' bodyguards, have a health index of around 10,000 points, which is enough to pose a threat to you."

At this point, he pointed to the largest tribal totem on the map, which was emitting a dark red glow.

"The most crucial thing is this: the 'War Lord' of this war zone, the strongest greenskin leader, has reached its 'first limit' of 18,000 points according to the latest detection. It is the 'King' of this region."

Zong Yun looked away from the map and stared directly at Qin Feng, his tone becoming extremely solemn: "Junior Brother Qin Feng, remember this: during the trial, you can hunt any target you see, but if you encounter this green-skinned boss, don't hesitate, run away immediately! This is also one of the compulsory courses for you in this trial."

"Escape?"

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly and let out a soft "hmm".

These two words appear very rarely in his martial arts dictionary.

He is more accustomed to analyzing his opponents, finding their weaknesses, and then crushing and destroying them with absolute power.

Facing challenges head-on is his style.

"Yes, run away."

Zong Yun seemed to see through his thoughts, and nodded with a smile, his smile carrying a hint of wisdom and composure from someone who had been through it all.

"Junior brother, you must understand that Canaan Star Martial Arts University and these trial planets are ultimately just a relatively safe 'cradle'. When you are strong enough in the future, you will inevitably have to go beyond the coverage of the subspace network and step onto the real 'battlefield of all races'."

There, there's no warp network for you to teleport at will, and no guardians to protect you.

Those who make it there are all exceptional talents who have emerged from numerous talent selection processes, but equally, far more geniuses perish there than you can imagine.

His voice became deep and magnetic, as if he were recounting a personal historical experience.

"On the battlefield of all races, survival is the top priority."

If you want to survive, 'escape' is the most essential skill you must master, bar none.

Where there is life, there is hope.

This saying may sound commonplace, but it is a profound truth earned through the lives and blood of countless predecessors.

Zong Yun's attitude was completely different from Qin Feng's sense of urgency, which squeezed every minute and second to the limit.

He possesses a grander and more far-reaching concept of time.

"A martial artist's life has a much higher margin for error than you can imagine. So what if you didn't get your ideal ranking in the 'Starry Sky Cup' this year? You can always try again next time."

So what if I'm being hunted by a powerful enemy? If I can't win, I'll run! I'll spend a hundred years cultivating, becoming stronger, and then, a hundred years later, I'll turn back and personally twist his head off!

"Strive not only for a moment, but also for a lifetime. A true strongman not only knows how to throw a punch, but also knows when to pull back and when to turn away."

These words, like a clear spring, flowed into Qin Feng's heartstrings, which were taut from years of arduous cultivation.

He was silent.

He could tell that Senior Zongyun and he were essentially the same kind of people, both "strugglers" striving to climb the path of martial arts.

They all believe in hard work and perseverance, and yearn to become stronger.

However, Zong Yun's mindset is more optimistic and open-minded.

He seemed to have become accustomed to planning his life on a century-long scale, which made him appear calm and unhurried.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, is more accustomed to putting endless pressure on himself to pursue the ultimate efficiency, wishing he could make one day last two.

Zong Yun's words did not shake Qin Feng's resolve to pursue martial arts, but rather opened a new window in his tense world, allowing him to see another possibility.

Just like back then, what difference would it make if he had received the Qiming General Star in two years and three months instead of one year and three months?

Not at all.

Back then, it seemed like moving up a year would have a huge impact, making it difficult to catch up with peers, but in reality... for higher-level martial artists, a year's time difference is nothing.

"Ah."

Finally, Qin Feng nodded solemnly, "I understand, thank you for your guidance, senior."

"Okay, as long as you can listen to what I'm saying."

Zong Yun smiled with satisfaction and closed the holographic map. "Ready? If you're ready, let's go."

Qin Feng did not answer immediately.

He turned and walked toward the weapons rack, pondering for a moment.

The brand-new Level 6 power armor, the Destroyer Type I, stood there quietly, gleaming with a cold metallic light.

But he only glanced at it before looking away.

Power armor provides powerful defense and strength boosts, but it is not necessary in this kind of trial aimed at honing one's killing skills.

What he wanted was to hone his killing skills in the face of life and death.

Qin Feng reached out and took a long, blue-black alloy spear from the weapon rack.

[Raging Waves].

A level 6 standard alloy long spear.

The gun is about 2.5 meters long and feels cold and heavy to the touch.

The connection between the grip and the sharp tip is designed with intricate patterns resembling raging waves, as if freezing the power of a monstrous wave in that instant.

The spearhead, like a fang spewing from the waves, gleamed with a chilling, eerie light.

Qin Feng gripped the gun handle, a sense of familiarity, as if connected by blood, welled up within him.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the tip of the gun traced a graceful arc in the air, emitting a soft, dragon-like hum.

At this moment, killing intent and fighting spirit began to slowly rise in his chest.

(End of this chapter)