High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 197 Official Match! Plundering Resource Packs! Reuniting with My Cousin!
Just as Qin Feng and hundreds of millions of geniuses gathered on that virtual plain where the storm was brewing, quietly waiting for the preliminary selection to begin.

On countless different star systems and planets within the territory of the Human Empire, far removed from Planet No. 1, an unprecedented viewing frenzy is also unfolding simultaneously.

The "Starry Sky Cup," officially organized by the Extreme Warriors Legion, is the most extensive and prestigious martial arts tournament for the younger generation. Its influence has long since transcended the martial arts community itself, becoming a nationwide event that has attracted the attention of the entire empire.

Official media outlets and private live streaming platforms across all major star regions have placed the live broadcast of this match in the most prominent and important positions.

……

Venus.

Qiming Metropolitan Area, Central Business District.

A skyscraper thousands of meters tall, made entirely of crystallized glass, rises from the ground. On its top, a holographic projection is playing four large, elegant characters: "Qiming Observation of the Games".

This is the largest and most luxurious public viewing center on Qimingxing.

On the top floor of the building, in an elegantly decorated VIP box with a superb view, three figures sat quietly on a comfortable floating sofa, their eyes focused on the huge holographic screen that occupied the entire wall in front of them.

On the light screen, countless tiny images were displayed, each corresponding to a young martial artist from the Morning Star who was participating in the competition.

These three people were Qin Feng's father, Qin Dahai, his uncle, Wang Ming, and his aunt, Li Juan.

Time has mercilessly etched deep marks on their faces.

Qin Dahai's changes were the most obvious.

His temples were already as white as snow, and the wrinkles on his face, weathered by time, were as deep as if carved by a knife and axe.

Although his posture remained upright due to years of martial arts practice, his once sharp, eagle-like eyes had been softened by the gentleness and serenity of old age.

Wang Ming, who was sitting next to him, was relatively better preserved.

He is now a well-known Level 3 power armor designer on Morning Star, with a successful career and a comfortable life.

Even so, he could not completely resist the erosion of time. His carefully styled hair was streaked with silver, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were clearly visible under the light.

His strength has also reached the level of a fifth-level martial artist, similar to Qin Dahai. He has also cultivated a mid-level Qi Opening Technique, and his vitality index has just broken through the 100-point mark.

However, he was a full ten years younger than Qin Dahai.

As for Li Juan, she also practiced martial arts and used various high-tech skincare products to maintain her appearance, but the fatigue and toil between her brows could not be concealed.

At this moment, all three of them were staring intently at the light screen.

Wang Ming and Li Juan scanned the numerous images, searching for their two equally promising sons who had successfully gained admission to the top 100 Xingkong Martial Arts University.

Qin Dahai's gaze, however, remained firmly fixed on one particular scene from beginning to end.

In that scene, a tall, resolute young man stood with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

Although the image was small and separated by a distant galaxy, the deep-seated familiarity made Qin Dahai recognize him at a glance—it was his son, Qin Feng.

The atmosphere inside the box was quiet, with only the commentator's passionate voice echoing in the air.

"This time, my sons Xiaohao and Xiaojie have also signed up for the competition."

Wang Ming withdrew his gaze, breaking the silence with a mixture of anticipation and worry, "I wonder if those two will be lucky enough to run into their older brother in the later matches."

"Hey……"

Upon hearing this, Qin Dahai let out a complex sigh.

He turned to look at his brother-in-law, who was ten years younger than him, and said with a mixture of envy and admiration, "These young men are really ambitious. They're so young, yet their mental strength has already reached the required level, successfully entering the sixth level of the 'Soaring Realm.' Unlike us, we probably won't even reach that level in our lifetime."

His words carried a hint of the resentment of a martial artist in the twilight of a hero.

The path of martial arts is indeed cruel.

Often, a careless choice or a minor misjudgment made in youth can have a snowballing effect, magnified infinitely, and eventually form an insurmountable chasm.

The origin of all this can perhaps be traced back to the initial "diversion policy" when students transitioned from junior high to senior high school.

If one fails to get into a martial arts high school, then one can only give up the dream of martial arts and become an ordinary cog in the huge machine of the empire.

Like millions of ordinary people, they go to ordinary universities, find ordinary jobs, get married and have children, and toil away to make a living...

The pressures of life will gradually wear down that once burning passion for martial arts.

More importantly, without the systematic learning at a martial arts high school, it is difficult to develop the habit of practicing meditation every day.

As one grows older and one's physical functions begin to decline, even if one is fortunate enough to accumulate resources and complete the path of enlightenment and connection, starting over from scratch to cultivate the mental power that requires absolute focus and a mind free of distractions will be extremely slow, almost impossible.

Because I can no longer muster the energy, I can't calm my mind when I meditate.

Qin Dahai and Wang Ming are the most typical examples.

However, although they inevitably felt regret, they did not harbor much resentment or bitterness.

Because they all know in their hearts that their lives have been worthwhile.

They witnessed Qin Feng grow from a boy on the verge of despair into a peerless genius whom even they now look up to.

Their own lives have also undergone tremendous changes because of Qin Feng's rise.

……

Qin Feng, Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing remained quietly standing in place, waiting.

As time went on, the number of people entering this waiting space reached a terrifying level.

The initial few thousand people were quickly overwhelmed by the endless stream of people that followed.

Looking around, the entire plain was filled with level six martial artists of various shapes and powerful auras.

More and more people are coming.

The entire space felt like a giant container being constantly filled with water—crowded and oppressive!
A suffocating calm preceded an approaching storm.

Everyone's nerves were on edge.

Because they knew that when this space could no longer accommodate anyone, the unprecedented, bloody selection process involving billions of geniuses would officially begin.

Time loses its meaning in this virtual space filled with oppression and waiting.

One day, two days, three days...

Qin Feng and the others had long forgotten exactly how much time had passed.

All they knew was that the vast plain beneath their feet had been completely filled with people.

What were once sparse figures have now coalesced into an impenetrable jungle.

Billions of Level 6 warriors from different star systems and civilizations stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a terrifying scene that would suffocate any person with trypophobia.

Later on, this space seemed to reach its limit.

Through the gaps in the crowded throng, Qin Feng could see that at the far end of the plain, the monotonous dark red land was no longer replaced by a variety of complex terrains, including rolling mountains, boundless deserts, and surging oceans.

Clearly, the battlefield of the official competition is far broader and more complex than they initially imagined.

That majestic yet cold electronic synthesized voice finally resounded once again in every corner of this world!
"Attention all participants."

"There is one hour left before the start of the official competition. Please make your final preparations."

"This area is the entire valid area for this official competition. A high-intensity psionic barrier is set up at the boundary of the area. Please do not attempt to leave the boundary area. Violators will be directly eliminated."

"After the one-hour countdown ends, all participants will be randomly teleported to any corner of the official competition venue."

"Now, we will announce the detailed rules for the official competition."

Upon hearing this, everyone held their breath and focused their attention to the extreme.

The official competition rules are as follows:

"First: In addition to not being allowed to wear or equip any form of 'power armor,' the use of psionic weapons and recovery potions is prohibited, and melee weapons are limited to level six alloy weapons."

"Second: During the competition, if you are defeated once, regardless of the form, you will be immediately eliminated by the system and teleported out of the game."

"Third: The competition will continue until the number of remaining players in the arena is reduced to 100,000."

"Please note: If a player is defeated by multiple players working together, that player will also be considered 'defeated once' and will be immediately eliminated."

"Please note: Resource packs will randomly spawn in the arena. Candidates can store them in their subspace storage units. However, if a candidate is defeated, the resource packs will be discarded. Additionally, resource packs will be marked on the map."

The final supplementary rule was like a bombshell dropped into a calm lake, instantly causing a subtle change in the expressions of all the participants.

Those present were all seasoned veterans who had emerged from countless competitors; none of them were simple-minded fools.

As soon as this rule was announced, everyone immediately understood its profound meaning.

"Allowing us to join forces... and also allowing us to be joined forces with."

Ning Jing, who had been silent all along, spoke first. His voice was as calm as ever, but his speech was a few minutes faster than usual, clearly indicating that his brain was working at high speed.

"This rule is a huge advantage for us, who come from the same school and know each other well."

It means that we can legitimately join forces, form a team, and fight side by side.

"At the same time, this also means that 'hiding' and 'lurking' will become one of the most important tactics in this game."

Ning Jing's gaze swept over the endless sea of ​​people around him, and he continued to analyze: "Look, the arena area is so huge, and they even specially set up a 'random teleportation' mechanism. This shows that the organizers do not want us to have a large-scale head-on battle at the beginning of the competition."

If the four of us are lucky enough to meet each other after being randomly teleported, our first task is to immediately join forces and find a secluded place to hide.

This would greatly increase our chances of safely reaching the 100,000-person mark.

"That's right!"

Nissan also abandoned his usual carefree demeanor and said in a deep voice, "If we don't run into them, then each of us must try to keep a low profile, avoid trouble, and refrain from actively provoking others."

After all, as we said before, this so-called 'official competition' is actually an extremely brutal preliminary round.

Only those who become one in ten thousand are qualified to truly step onto the Starry Sky Cup stage.

"and,"

A glint of light flashed in Nissan's eyes. "This rule has another meaning for us."

It's not that we're afraid of battle, but rather that we want to avoid meaningless losses.

"Just imagine, if we've fought a tough battle against a powerful enemy, and both of us are badly injured, then suddenly a few people appear and 'steal' us both, that would be absolutely disgusting."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Of course, conversely, we... can also 'steal' from others."

"And that resource pack, it's a huge temptation, but it will also attract endless battles. Once you get it, you'll be marked."

"..."

"Tactics are ultimately something we only need to focus on when our hard power is insufficient."

Long Yu, who had been listening quietly with a smile, finally spoke.

He patted Nissan on the shoulder and said in a confident tone.

"The most reliable way to secure a place in the top 100,000 in this battle of billions of people is still through your own strength."

His gaze shifted to Qin Feng, his eyes filled with admiration and certainty.

"To survive to the end, at the very least, your vitality index must reach 18,000 points of the 'first major limit,' and you must also cultivate a level four killing technique to the 'perfect' state."

Once you can demonstrate this level of strength in battle, I guarantee that 99% of the participants will choose to avoid you. No one will be foolish enough to provoke you.

"so,"

Long Yu smiled at Qin Feng, "Qin Feng, these complicated tactics aren't actually that important to you."

"clear."

Qin Feng nodded.

What Long Yu said is true.

……

The one-hour countdown slowly came to an end amidst the anxious waiting of countless people.

As the last second ticked down to zero, a soft, moonlit glow suddenly illuminated the vast, boundless plain.

That majestic electronic voice sounded for the last time.

"Countdown is over."

"All participants, please immediately accept the subspace teleportation invitation issued by the system."

Upon agreeing, you will be immediately teleported to a random area within the arena. Refusal will be considered an automatic forfeiture of your competition qualification.

"To ensure fairness in the initial stage, there will be no other martial artists within a radius of 10,000 meters of the random area after each participant is teleported."

"So……"

"Official match begins!"

Almost the instant the voice fell, a semi-transparent confirmation box appeared in front of Qin Feng and the other three, asking "Do you agree to the transfer?"

Without the slightest hesitation, all four chose "yes".

The next instant, the shimmering light that enveloped the entire plain suddenly intensified!
Qin Feng felt an irresistible, gentle spatial energy enveloping him, and the scene before him was torn apart and stretched in an instant, turning into countless bizarre and colorful ribbons.

This feeling lasted for less than a second.

When the light faded and his vision cleared again, he had already left that suffocatingly crowded plain.

Qin Feng found himself in a dark and quiet primeval forest.

All around are towering ancient trees, hundreds of meters tall, that require more than a dozen people to encircle.

The air was filled with a damp smell, a mixture of earthy and decaying plant odors.

Quiet.

Deadly quiet.

In the dark forest, Qin Feng did not rush to take action.

Like the most experienced hunter, he immediately concealed all his aura, his figure blending into the enormous shadow of a towering ancient tree, becoming one with his surroundings.

On a whim, he pulled up the official competition map provided for this event.

A huge, semi-transparent 3D holographic map instantly unfolded on his retina.

The map detailed the complex terrain of his area, including mountains, rivers, forests, and swamps.

In various corners of the map, countless red dots of varying sizes are flashing.

Most of the light spots are stationary, but a few are moving at extremely high speeds.

"Resource pack..."

Qin Feng's gaze fell on the red dots, and he immediately understood their meaning.

These red dots represent "resource packs" placed by the tournament organizers in various corners of the battlefield.

Those moving red dots are presumably resource packs that have been acquired by other participants and are being carried away.

On the map, the red dots vary in size.

Some are as fine as dust, densely covering the entire map;
Some are the size of a grain of rice and are relatively rare.
Even in some core areas of the map, there are several huge red dots, about the size of soybeans, that radiate a dazzling light.

Clearly, the size of the red dot indicates the level and rarity of the resource pack.

The exact locations of the other participants were not marked on the map.

This undoubtedly adds more unknowns and variables to this brutal selection process.

Just as Qin Feng was carefully studying the map and planning his route, that majestic and cold electronic synthesized voice once again resounded throughout the entire arena.

The competition venue area is being reduced in size.

The current contraction is in its first phase.

The announcement was brief and forceful.

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng immediately looked up and gazed into the distance of the forest.

Through the layers of dense foliage, he could clearly see that on the distant horizon, a towering, pale blue, semi-transparent curtain of light was slowly contracting and advancing toward the center of the arena at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That's the psionic barrier, the "poison circle" of this battle royale. "So there's this kind of mechanism."

Qin Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. "This means that everyone's space for movement will be continuously compressed over time. Hiding can only be temporary. Eventually, everyone will be forced into the same area by this ever-shrinking barrier. At that time, large-scale battles will be inevitable."

"With the addition of resource packs, if even one person can't hold back and makes the first move, the entire arena will immediately descend into chaos."

Having figured this out, Qin Feng no longer harbored any illusions.

He must seize as many useful resources as possible for himself before the chaos fully erupts, and at the same time, adapt to the rhythm of the game as quickly as possible.

His gaze returned to the map.

“My assets have been almost completely depleted during my previous cultivation. These resource packs are something I must fight for.”

Qin Feng quickly began searching on the map.

His goal was clear: to find the lowest-level resource pack closest to him, to scout it out, and to get a clear picture of the situation.

Soon, he located a tiny red dot, no bigger than a speck of dust, only a dozen kilometers away from his position.

This level of resource pack is the most numerous on the map, and the competition for it is likely to be relatively less intense, making it perfect for him to "appetize".

"As long as I don't encounter a top expert who has cultivated a level four killing technique to the 'mastery level,' with my current strength, I shouldn't be at risk of defeat."

Qin Feng had made up his mind and no longer hesitated.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body shot out like an arrow, leaving a trail of afterimages in the dark forest, moving at an incredible speed towards the location marked on the map.

……

Qin Feng arrived at his destination silently.

This is a valley with a rather steep terrain.

The lowest-level resource pack was quietly suspended halfway up one of the mountains, emitting a faint glow.

It was a standard, silver-white alloy box, about half a meter long.

At the foot of that mountain, a small-scale melee had already broken out.

About ten level six martial artists were fighting each other in pairs, restraining one another.

The weapons they wielded were all different, and the clash of swords and the booming sounds of psionic explosions echoed through the valley from time to time.

Qin Feng's figure, like a ghost, lurked behind a boulder on a distant cliff, calmly observing the situation on the battlefield.

These ten martial artists were all of similar strength.

Their vitality index is probably just over 10,000 points, far from reaching the bottleneck of the "first major limit".

As for the level four killing techniques they used, most of them were at the "minor mastery" level. Although the power of the moves was considerable, they still had a hint of awkwardness and were obviously not yet fully mastered.

They didn't know each other.

Therefore, the battle situation appeared extremely chaotic and delicate.

Everyone is wary of those around them, wanting to defeat their opponents and seize resource packs, yet fearing that they will overexert themselves and be taken advantage of by others, becoming the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it all.

For a time, the fighting was intense, but no one could truly stand out and gain an absolute advantage.

Qin Feng only glanced at them for less than five seconds, yet he had already analyzed the strength, fighting style, and even personality traits of these ten people with remarkable accuracy.

The time has come.

Just as a swordsman and a knife-wielder clashed in the middle of the field, both of them retreated, creating a brief opening.

Qin Feng moved!
The boulder beneath his feet shattered instantly, and he shot into the sky like a cannonball!

His figure drew an amazing arc in mid-air, arriving first despite being behind, directly overtaking the ten martial artists who were fiercely fighting below, and landing with perfect precision on the protruding rock halfway up the mountain!
He grabbed the silver-white alloy box that was floating in the air.

It feels slightly heavy in the hand, with a cool, metallic feel.

Qin Feng casually opened the box and saw two rows of syringes neatly stacked inside, each shimmering with a different light.

Ten enhanced Type III ultra-concentrated psychic recovery potions.

Ten doses of enhanced Type III high-efficiency mental energy recovery medicine.

"hiss……"

Even with Qin Feng's experience, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the two rows of potions.

Each of these two potions costs as much as 500 contribution points to exchange!
This small, lowest-level resource pack is worth about 10,000 contribution points!
"As expected of an official tournament organized by the Ultramarines Legion..."

Qin Feng thought to himself, "They're really incredibly wealthy and powerful!"

Just as he was stunned by the generous reward, the ten martial artists below who were still fighting also came to their senses.

They stopped at the same time.

Ten pairs of eyes, filled with anger and resentment, were fixed on the "interceptor" who had taken away the spoils they had fought for all day!
"Where did this kid come from?! Did he come here specifically to intercept the goods?!"

"Let's all attack together! Eliminate him first!"

"Leave the resource pack in his hand!"

After a brief moment of shock came a surge of rage.

These ten martial artists, who were initially wary of each other, reached a consensus with remarkable tacit understanding at this moment!
They simultaneously changed direction, transforming into ten streaks of light, and charged towards Qin Feng on the mountainside from all directions!

Despite being surrounded by ten people, Qin Feng showed no sign of panic.

He casually stored the alloy box into his subspace storage unit, and with a flick of his other hand, the blue-black spear [Raging Waves] appeared in his palm.

He was preparing to make his move and eliminate all of these guys.

But at that moment, his heart skipped a beat!
An extremely terrifying, sharp aura, seemingly capable of piercing the sky, flashed past from another direction in the valley!
This breath...

"So strong! Much stronger than Qin Yonglin back then, probably even on par with me, or even stronger!"

Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

In his perception, the owner of that aura was hiding somewhere not far away, watching this place with great interest.

Although the soaring fighting spirit was well concealed, it could not escape Qin Feng's equally keen combat intuition.

"He's a top-tier martial arts fanatic... He saw me as prey."

A clear idea flashed through Qin Feng's mind.

He was certain that once he made a move here and engaged in a fierce battle with these ten people, the lurking spy in the shadows would definitely show up without hesitation and challenge him when he was at his most exhausted!
Although Qin Feng was not afraid of fighting, now was not the time.

His primary goal was to secure a place in the top 100,000 so he could see for himself what the legendary "Enlightenment Stele" was all about!
To engage in a life-or-death duel with a top-tier expert of the same level during this preliminary selection stage is simply too unwise.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng made a decisive decision!
He ignored the ten warriors charging at him, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, turned around, and walked away in the opposite direction from that terrifying aura!
His speed was pushed to the limit, and he became a blurry afterimage, disappearing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye.

In the eyes of the ten martial artists below, Qin Feng's sudden "escape" undoubtedly confirmed their suspicions.

"He really is an easy target! He's scared!"

"These kinds of people are the most disgusting! They never fight head-on, they just rely on their speed to grab things and run away!"

"Chase him! Don't let him get away! Eliminate him!"

Little did they know that they were chasing a terrifying being capable of annihilating them all in an instant.

They only thought of themselves as righteous "hunters" hunting down a despicable "thief".

So, ten figures followed closely behind Qin Feng, frantically chasing him into the depths of the dense forest.

What should have been a decisive victory turned into a somewhat comical chase due to the sudden appearance of a powerful spy.

Qin Feng did not choose to confront the hidden expert head-on.

His goal was clear: to advance.

So he chose the simplest and most effective tactic—running.

His figure transformed into a streak of light, rapidly traversing the complex and treacherous mountain forest. Behind him, the ten martial artists, blinded by rage, pursued him relentlessly, like sharks that had smelled blood.

However, Qin Feng's "escape" was not a aimless and disheveled retreat.

The enormous 3D map remained clearly displayed throughout.

While evading his pursuers and avoiding the perception of the hidden master, his route always intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to those flashing, dust-sized red dots on the map.

……

Half an hour later, at the edge of a swamp.

Seven or eight martial artists were fighting fiercely over a newly refreshed resource pack.

Just when the battle was at its most intense, a blurry afterimage, like a ghost, flashed past them!

"who?!"

Everyone was startled. By the time they realized what had happened, the silver-white alloy box that had been floating in mid-air had vanished.

The afterimage had already appeared a thousand meters away and was rapidly disappearing at a speed that left them far behind.

"Damn it! They hijacked it!"

"Chase him! We can't let him get away!"

The seven or eight martial artists who were fighting each other suddenly became united in their hatred and joined the army that was chasing Qin Feng without hesitation.

……

Two hours later, inside a cavern of a volcano.

Five warriors had just joined forces to repel a lava behemoth guarding a resource pack and were now tensely dividing up the spoils.

A figure, like a ghost, silently descended from the shadows of the rock wall above them, grabbed a resource pack, and then lightly touched the scorching rock with its toes before disappearing once more into the depths of the dark tunnel.

"..."

The five exhausted martial artists looked at each other, then let out a deafening roar.

"Aaaaah! Don't let me catch you!"

……

And so, for the rest of the day, Qin Feng transformed into the most efficient and most hated "resource pack hunter" on the entire field.

With his superhuman speed and perception, he wandered like a ghost through every corner of the battlefield.

He never lingered in battle, nor did he ever engage in direct conflict with anyone.

His only goal was to seize the spoils of war with lightning speed while everyone else was fighting tooth and nail for the resource packs, and then leave triumphantly.

A day later, Qin Feng's results were nothing short of brilliant.

He has successfully and bloodlessly intercepted ten of the lowest-level resource packs!
Its total value has accumulated to an astonishing 100,000 contribution points!
However, behind his brilliant victories lay an ever-growing amount of hatred that he attracted.

The spontaneously formed "hunting army" behind him has grown from the initial ten people to nearly a hundred!
These nearly one hundred talented martial artists from different star systems and different martial arts universities were all driven by the same belief at this moment—to catch that despicable thief who intercepted their prize and eliminate him from the game!

What's more troublesome is that on the official map of the arena, as the number of resource packs on Qin Feng's body continues to accumulate, the red dot representing him has gradually expanded from its initial inconspicuousness to become a moving red dot the size of a grain of rice!

He has transformed from an ordinary contestant into a walking "treasure trove" that is clearly visible on the map!
This undoubtedly attracted more attention.

And so, a peculiar chase continued to unfold on the vast arena.

Qin Feng was playing a game of cat and mouse, slowly "escaping" ahead, while the nearly one hundred furious martial artists behind him were relentlessly pursued like hunting dogs being toyed with.

Of course, Qin Feng never forgot that beyond that even more distant, almost imperceptible distance, there was a real "venomous snake" dangling at him from a distance.

The master hidden in the shadows never left.

He was like a patient hunter, waiting for his prey to reveal its most fatal flaw.

"This guy... he's really got his eye on me."

Although Qin Feng felt somewhat displeased, he remained outwardly calm.

……

Soon, a new resource pack spawn point appeared on Qin Feng's map, not far from him.

He used the same trick again, concealing his presence and quietly approaching.

It was a ruin covered by relics of an ancient civilization.

The resource pack spawns atop a giant temple that has collapsed halfway.

At this moment, below the temple, two groups of warriors are engaged in a fierce battle.

One side has six players who coordinate well, but are slightly weaker.

On the other side, there were only four people, but these four were clearly a cut above, easily suppressing their opponents with an almost overwhelming force.

The outcome of the battle is no longer in doubt.

Victory is only a matter of time.

Qin Feng lay in wait in the shadows.

He was ready to follow the established steps, waiting for the moment when they were most relaxed after the battle, to strike immediately, seize the resource pack, and then flee far away.

However, just as the six-man squad was completely defeated and the four-man squad was about to achieve victory.

A shout, filled with uncertainty yet also tinged with surprise and excitement, suddenly rang out from the battlefield!
"You are... Qin Feng?! Big Brother?"

This shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing Qin Feng, who was about to launch an attack, to suddenly stop in his tracks!
His steps paused almost imperceptibly.

Qin Feng's gaze instantly pierced through the chaotic battlefield and landed on the four-person team that had already won the victory.

Among the four people, two young faces that were both incredibly familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar due to the passage of time caught his eye.

They were much taller and stronger than I remembered, and the childishness on their faces had faded, replaced by the perseverance and composure of martial artists.

But the contours of his eyebrows and eyes were still clearly discernible.

"Wang Hao? Wang Jie?"

Qin Feng subconsciously uttered the two names softly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt and confirmation.

"Big brother! It really is you!"

The moment they received Qin Feng's response, the uncertainty on the faces of the two young men was instantly replaced by ecstasy!

They rushed towards Qin Feng excitedly and gave him a solid, powerful bear hug without saying a word!
This sudden turn of events left the other two, as well as the opponents who had just been defeated and were about to be taken away by the referee warriors, completely stunned.

"Ah Hao, Ah Jie, who is this?"

Besides Wang Hao and Wang Jie, the remaining four-person team also includes a male and a female martial artist.

The one who spoke was the tall, aloof female martial artist.

During the battle just now, Qin Feng clearly saw that this female warrior was the strongest among the four.

She decisively defeated almost half of the six-person team on the opposing side.

It can be said that she played a crucial role in this victory.

"Senior Sister Wu Yue! This is my older brother!"

Wang Hao released the embrace, his face beaming with barely suppressed pride and joy. He patted his chest and loudly introduced, "A student of Canaan Star Martial Arts University!"

"Oh? So it's you two brothers, the genius older brother you always talk about."

Upon hearing this, the female warrior known as "Wu Yue" raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly.

Her sharp eyes, carrying a clear scrutinizing tone, sized Qin Feng up and down.

Clearly, she now harbored some doubts about the flattering words the Wang brothers, Wang Hao and Wang Jie, had once uttered in front of her regarding their elder brother.

However, before everyone could exchange more pleasantries...

A rapid and chaotic sound of something tearing through the air came quickly from the direction they had come from, getting closer and closer!
"Over there! The thief who tried to steal it has stopped!"

"Quick! Surround him! Don't let him get away again!"

Amidst deafening roars, the "hunting army" of nearly a hundred furious martial artists who had been chasing Qin Feng for an entire day arrived with overwhelming force!

(End of this chapter)