High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 207 Top 1000! Two Nails Bring Shock! Imperial Warbands Frenzy!

While Qian Duoduo was still analyzing the potential formidable opponents for Qin Feng in detail, a magnificent yet emotionless electronic synthesized voice, like a divine decree, instantly resounded throughout every corner of the preparation area and was simultaneously transmitted to every viewing channel in billions of star systems.

[The K-739 Sector Selection Tournament, Level 9 Warrior Region, Preliminary Rounds, has officially begun!]

[Randomly matching opponents and arenas for all participants...]

[Matching completed. 】

hum-

Qin Feng and Qian Duoduo's personal terminals simultaneously emitted a slight vibration.

Qin Feng looked down and saw a concise message appear on the screen.

[Contestant: Qin Feng]

[Ring Number: C-9527]

Opponent: Karl Anderson (from Storm Starfield)

The match will begin in three minutes. Please proceed to the designated arena immediately.

"Arena number 9527 in Zone C,"

Qin Feng stood up, nodded to Qian Duoduo, and said, "I'm going over there."

"Keep going! Keep going until the very end!"

Qian Duoduo clenched her fist forcefully.

Qin Feng smiled, turned around and merged into the huge crowd, heading towards the designated area.

At this moment, the entire preparation area seemed to have transformed into a giant anthill, with tens of thousands of martial artists rising from their positions and rushing to their respective battlefields along the holographic indicator arrows that lit up on the ground.

Arena C-9527 is a standard 100-meter square alloy arena, shrouded in a light blue energy shield and equipped with a massive gravity field to limit the destructive power of the fighters and enhance the spectacle.

When Qin Feng stepped onto the arena, his opponent, a tall, thin, and cold-faced blond youth, was already waiting for him, holding a silver two-handed greatsword.

Carl Anderson.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, fixed on Qin Feng, trying to find even the slightest flaw in him.

However, he was disappointed.

The young man in black before him possessed an aura as restrained as a bottomless ancient well, so calm that it gave the young man a strange sense of unease.

In particular, the ominous red and white skull at the other party's waist made him instinctively tense all the muscles in his body.

[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]

A cold countdown sounded in their ears.

Karl took a deep breath, gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, and a surge of psionic energy began to coursing through his body, causing a blinding flash of electricity to appear on the blade.

His sixth-level killing technique, "Thunder Slash," is renowned for its extreme explosive power and destructive force.

【…3, 2, 1! The match begins!】

The moment the words left his mouth, Karl moved!

boom!
The alloy ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, and he transformed into a thick bolt of lightning, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, and struck down towards Qin Feng!

He will use his strongest move to decide the outcome in one strike!

Faced with this earth-shattering sword strike, Qin Feng's reaction was extremely simple.

He didn't even move a step.

Just as the opponent's sword was about to touch his head, he gripped the hilt of the gun at his waist with his right hand, drew the gun, and thrust forward.

There are no fancy moves, no dazzling special effects.

This shot, fired later, arrived first.

In Carl's dynamic vision, time seems to be slowed down infinitely.

He could only watch helplessly as that dark spear tip, ignoring the violent lightning on his blade and the sword's momentum that could tear apart the armor of a warship, precisely and casually touched the spine of his two-handed greatsword.

Ding.

A crisp sound, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Then came destruction.

An indescribable, terrifyingly concentrated power erupted instantly from the tip of the spear.

Carl felt as if he had been hit head-on by a planet that was hurtling towards him.

His prized "Thunderous Slash," with its ferocious thunderous sword energy, was as fragile as a bubble before that single spear tip, instantly evaporated and erased.

Immediately afterwards, the force surged into his sword, and his two-handed greatsword let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight, breaking in two.

The force, still strong, slammed into his chest.

His protective light armor... was completely reduced to dust before he even realized what was happening.

[C-9527 Arena, Qin Feng wins!]

Kill instantly with one move.

Qin Feng walked off the stage expressionlessly, and the matchmaking information for the next game had already appeared on his personal terminal.

Without even glancing at it, he headed straight for the new battlefield.

For Qin Feng, the following matches were nothing more than a simple repetition of his five-year career in the Imperial Arena.

Another victory.

Another victory.

……

A victory that was not in doubt.

Qin Feng's opponents come from various star regions, and their level six killing techniques are diverse.

An assassin with unpredictable movements and elusive steps was caught up by him with absolute speed and pierced through with a single spear thrust.

There was a heavily armored warrior with incredible defense and a giant shield, but he smashed him and his shield into mincemeat with a single spear thrust.

The ranged attacker, who was manipulating a shower of throwing knives, was pierced through the throat by his gun with even faster speed, before the knives could reach him.

Qin Feng's fighting style was utterly unwatchable.

It's the simplest, most direct, and most efficient way to crush.

Often, just as the opponent unleashes their strongest killing move, they are finished off with a single shot in the next second.

Within just a few hours of the start of the preliminary rounds, Qin Feng swept through the competition with overwhelming force, securing a place in the top 100,000.

His name, Qin Feng, began to slowly climb the internal data rankings of the ninth-level competition zone.

……

While Qin Feng was reaping victory after victory on the distant battlefield of the starry sky, like a sophisticated killing machine.

On his home planet, the Morning Star, billions of light-years away.

Inside a luxurious private box in the "Qiming Spectator Hall" building.

Qin Feng's uncle, Wang Ming, and aunt, Li Juan, were sitting side by side, quietly watching the game broadcast on the holographic screen.

Time has left clear marks on them.

Because of his almost obsessive passion for power armor design in his early years, Wang Ming honed his spirit through research and miraculously broke through the mental barrier that had plagued him for many years, successfully advancing to the sixth level of aerial warrior.

His abundant vitality has rejuvenated his aging body, and now he looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, full of energy.

Li Juan, standing beside him, had a full head of white hair, and deep wrinkles covered the corners of her eyes and her forehead.

Her life trajectory was completely different from her husband's.

She was less than ten years older than Qin Feng. In her early years, she relied on various resources sent back from Xingkong Martial Arts University by Wang Hao and Wang Jie, along with her own diligent and arduous cultivation, to raise her vitality index to 30 points with great difficulty.

But that was already the limit.

As she grew older, the anger in her heart eventually dissipated.

Over the years, her skills have stagnated, and she can only watch helplessly as time slips away from her.

At this moment, as she looked at her nephew on the screen, whose face was cold and whose moves were fierce and unparalleled, her eyes were filled with heartache.

"This child..."

Li Juan sighed softly, "After his father passed away, he became even stronger, a completely different person from when he was a child."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ming was also filled with emotion.

He put his arm around his wife's shoulder and whispered, "The path of martial arts is just like this. How can one stand firm in the sea of ​​stars without becoming strong?"

"I know……"

Li Juan's gaze was somewhat distant. She seemed to see her two sons, who were also struggling in the Star Sea, through Qin Feng's figure. "It's a good thing for the children to practice martial arts, but... sigh, in the future, I guess Ah Hao and Ah Jie will become like Ah Feng."

After all, our lifespans are far shorter than those of high-level martial artists. I wonder... I wonder if Ah Hao and Ah Jie will come back to keep me company when I'm gone, just like Ah Feng kept company with his father.

By the end, her voice had choked with emotion.

Qin Dahai's passing deeply affected her.

She witnessed firsthand how Qin Feng, her nephew who was considered a prodigy by outsiders, put everything aside to stay by his aging father's side in the morning star, and complete the last leg of his life.

"Ah Feng is such a good kid,"

Li Juan wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "She accompanied his father for nearly twenty years..."

"Well, it's okay."

Wang Ming didn't offer many words of comfort, but simply held his wife tighter in his arms and whispered, "The children have their own paths to walk. Our lives have been worthwhile."

……

at the same time.

Inside the principal's office at Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School.

The three mentors, Wu Shangfeng, Lin Yue, and Gu Yue, along with the current principal and many of the former teachers who had taught Qin Feng, were all gathered here, watching the giant light screen in front of them with great interest.

The screen was playing a highlight reel of Qin Feng's battles.

"One shot! And another shot!"

"Clean and efficient, this kid's marksmanship is really good."

Inside the meeting room, exclamations of admiration rose and fell.

"From my perspective,"

Wu Shangfeng stroked his chin, his eyes full of admiration. "This kid has probably already cultivated a level six killing technique to the 'mastery level'."

"Yes."

Instructor Gu Yue shook his head, clicking his tongue in amazement.

As Lin Yue looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the screen, her eyes were filled with complex emotions.

There was relief, there was pride, but more than anything, there was an indescribable sense of awe.

"His strength is now almost catching up with mine."

She sighed softly.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding chatter immediately fell silent.

Everyone knows that Lin Yue had successfully broken through to become a true planetary-level powerhouse more than sixty years ago.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, is currently only at level nine.

"As long as this kid advances to the Planetary level and practices Planetary-level killing techniques a little, it's almost a certainty that he'll surpass me in strength."

Lin Yue added, her tone tinged with a wry smile.

"That's way too fast..."

she muttered.

In a daze, she seemed to return to that afternoon when she and Wu Shangfeng made a bet about Qin Feng's teaching methods.

At that time, Qin Feng was just a boy who had just begun to show his talent for killing and was working hard to get into the second year of high school.

In the blink of an eye, that boy had grown to the point where he was about to surpass his mentor.

"Yes."

Wu Shangfeng sighed with deep sympathy, "This is the most outstanding student I have ever taught. In less than a hundred years, he has completed all the paths before the planetary level and is about to catch up with us."

These words filled all the teachers present with pride.

"no!"

Lin Yue suddenly slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and said with high spirits, "I have to hurry back to practice my killing techniques! I can't let my own student surpass me!"

"Haha, aren't you going to watch the game?"

Upon seeing this, Gu Yue, the instructor standing nearby, burst into laughter.

"Cough cough,"

Lin Yue blushed slightly and sat down again. "Then... let's finish watching it first."

The room was once again filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Every teacher present knew that Qin Feng might not yet be the strongest graduate to emerge from Qiming No. 1 High School in its history.

But without a doubt, he is the fastest and most extraordinary student to advance in the history of Qiming No.1 High School.
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The preliminary rounds were like a huge and sophisticated sifting funnel, ruthlessly eliminating those who lacked the necessary skills.

Qin Feng's winning streak continues.

His name, among the tens of millions of participants, rises steadily and rapidly like a star going against the current.

The first 50,000…

The top 30,000...

The first 10,000!

When his ranking successfully broke through the 10,000 mark, the nature of the competition changed fundamentally.

The crushing has completely disappeared.

Those who managed to fight their way through the bloody battles of billions of star sectors and tens of millions of level-nine martial artists to make it into the top ten thousand are all strong.

Each of them has mastered at least one level-six killing technique to the "Mastery Realm." They all possess extremely rich combat experience honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Those who manage to break into the top 10,000 are undoubtedly the chosen ones in their respective star systems and civilizations.

At this level, the competition is no longer simply about vitality or the level of killing techniques.

The real key to victory lies in the information gap, in understanding and cracking the core of each other's killing tactics—the "mental power-psychic energy aggregation module" operating mode.

The essence of the Level 6 Killing Technique is to use mental power to control hundreds of psionic modules, arranging and combining them in a complex manner, thereby unleashing terrifying power at the physical level.

Each method of killing has a completely different module's operating trajectory, energy frequency, and aggregation method, just like a sophisticated combination lock.

If you understand your opponent's fighting style and know their "code," you can predict their attack trajectory in advance during battle, find the weakest point in their energy flow, and thus gain the upper hand to defeat them at the lowest cost.

Conversely, if you are completely unaware of your opponent's fighting style, or even if you are countered by their characteristics, then even if you have superior raw strength, you can easily fall into a passive position under unexpected attacks and ultimately suffer a regrettable defeat.

From this moment on, Qin Feng's battle became extremely intense.

He can no longer kill an enemy with a single shot.

Each battle turned into a grueling struggle that lasted half an hour or even longer.

His opponents, like a kaleidoscope, showed him both the brilliance and cruelty of the martial arts civilization of the human empire.

He encountered a martial artist who practiced the "Thousand Threads Technique." The opponent's weapon consisted of ten spiritual energy threads, each thinner than a hair and incredibly sharp. Under the control of his mental power, these threads could silently create a net that could cut through anything.

Forced to adapt, Qin Feng could only transform his marksmanship into an impenetrable tornado, engaging in a fierce battle against the invisible killing intent within a small space.

Ultimately, relying on his experience of fighting against similar styles thousands of times in the Imperial Arena, he keenly captured the 0.01-second pause when his opponent's mental energy was retracting the threads, and broke through the net with a single shot, narrowly winning by half a move.

The sweat and toil he poured into the Imperial Arena over the past five years has now yielded its richest reward.

Those nearly one million high-intensity matches allowed him to witness almost 95% of the level 6 killing techniques commonly found on the market.

He had fought against the killing techniques of most of his opponents hundreds or thousands of times, even if he had not personally practiced them, and was very familiar with their strengths, weaknesses and operating modes.

With this terrifying wealth of combat experience, Qin Feng was always able to calmly analyze the battle situation and find the key to defeating the enemy.

Several more rounds of brutal elimination matches have passed.

When the victory notification sounded again on his personal terminal, Qin Feng glanced at his ranking.

980th.

He successfully entered the top 1,000!
This means that he already has the ticket to the "Battle of the Cosmic Geniuses".

However, the competition continues.

Qin Feng did not relax at all; he quickly adjusted his state and prepared for his next match.

When he saw his opponent's information on the stage, even with his strong will, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

Opponent: Kaneki (from the Central Galaxy)

He had seen this name on Qian Duoduo's list of "favorites to win the championship".

What made him even more uneasy was the opponent's weapon.

—A long spear, entirely crimson gold.

Kaneki wasn't particularly burly; in fact, he was rather thin. But when he stood there, he was like a divine spear about to pierce the sky, its sharpness fully revealed and its imposing presence overwhelming.

【Game start! 】

There was no probing, no roundabout approach.

The two moved the moment the match began!
boom!
The two spears, like two angry dragons emerging from different times and spaces, collided fiercely in the center of the arena.

A terrifying energy shockwave exploded instantly, scraping a layer of metal powder off the sturdy alloy arena surface.

Qin Feng felt an overwhelming force coming from the gun, his hands went numb, and he was forced back more than ten steps uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Kaneki on the other side only swayed slightly.

Sit down!

"Your foundation is very solid."

Kaneki spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable confidence, "However, your killing technique is far inferior."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, hundreds of golden spear shadows appeared simultaneously from all directions around Qin Feng. Each spear shadow contained terrifying power capable of piercing stars, sealing off all his escape routes.

Level 6 Killing Technique – "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear"!
Qin Feng's eyes narrowed, and he also fired a shot. The tip of the gun vibrated, transforming into layers of gunfire that completely protected him.

This is the sixth-level killing technique – "Shattered Star"!
Ding-ding-ding-ding!

A dense clang of metal resounded like a storm, sparks flying everywhere.

Qin Feng managed to hold off the onslaught thanks to his control over "Shattered Stars," but his expression grew increasingly grave.

Because he clearly sensed that the opponent's "Shattering Star" technique was superior to his own in terms of power, speed, and energy concentration!

"You've also practiced the 'Shattered Star' technique?"

Qin Feng asked in a deep voice.

“Shattered Stars, Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear, Raging Waves Rolling Snow, Dragon Raising Its Head”.

Kaneki calmly announced four names, "I have mastered all four level-six spear techniques to the point of mastery."

Qin Feng's heart sank.

Four gates!

The opponent had actually mastered all four of the six different level-six killing techniques!

This is a true marksman master!

The ensuing battle turned into a one-sided suppression.

Qin Feng's every move and attack seemed to be exactly what his opponent had anticipated.

His prized combat experience seemed utterly inadequate in the face of his opponent, a fellow marksman with a far broader range of skills.

The marksmanship he practiced was something his opponents had basically all practiced, and even understood more deeply than he did.

This battle cannot be fought!
Qin Feng was driven to the brink. He constantly changed his marksmanship, incorporating all the skills and techniques he had learned throughout his life. Defense, counterattack, movement, and offensive...

He racked his brains, constantly trying different approaches, in an attempt to find a glimmer of hope.

But faced with Jinmu's overwhelming attack, a web of four different killing techniques interwoven together, all his efforts were like waves crashing against rocks, easily shattered.

Another half hour of fierce fighting ensued.

Qin Feng was covered in blood, and his light armor was covered with gunshot wounds of varying depths.

He was once again forced back by Kaneki's spear, and felt a tightness in his chest, almost vomiting blood.

Under extreme pressure and driven by the purest desire for victory, Qin Feng's mind entered an unprecedented state of ethereal clarity.

In his mind, everything he had learned and realized over the past hundred years flashed through his mind.

From his initial "Ten Perfect Techniques," to the beginner's three-tiered killing techniques, to "Golden Palace" that made him stand out, and then to "Heavy Spear," "Triple Spear," "Hundred Boats Racing," and finally to "Shattered Stars"...

Scene after scene, piece by piece, flowed before my eyes like a movie.

Can these methods of killing, these wills... be integrated into one?
At that very moment, the two golden chosen nails on his brow bone, which were invisible to ordinary people due to his status as the "Emperor's Chosen One," suddenly shone brightly!
boom!
Qin Feng felt as if billions of thunderbolts were exploding simultaneously in his mind.

That last layer of paper that had troubled him for so long, isolating him from all methods of killing, was ruthlessly pierced at this moment!
In that instant, he completely mastered all the knowledge he had acquired in his life!
"drink!"

Qin Feng let out a roar from the depths of his soul, and the spear in his hand was no longer bound by any particular killing technique.

The hundreds of mental energy-spiritual energy aggregation modules within his body began to operate simultaneously in an unprecedentedly harmonious and unified manner!
All the power, all the will, all the insights, all converged into this single shot!
All my life's learning has been transformed into a single Qian Yuan technique!
The moment the spear was thrust out, the entire arena seemed to freeze.

The tip of the spear not only condenses physical power sufficient to destroy everything, but also faintly exudes a massive and majestic mental pressure!
This move already shows the rudiments of a level seven killing technique!

This is the most powerful and perfect strike Qin Feng could deliver at this moment!
A hint of admiration flashed in Kaneki's eyes as he faced the shot.

His movements were equally simple.

Without dodging or avoiding, he fired the same shot.

Instead of aiming his spear tip at Qin Feng's spear tip, he struck Qin Feng's spear shaft at an incredibly tricky angle, about three inches to the side.

That place was precisely the point where the energy flow was most obscure and unstable when Qin Feng forcibly merged all the killing intents.

A flaw that even Qin Feng himself hadn't noticed.

Ding.

A soft sound.

Qin Feng's spear, which incorporated all his life's learning and whose power was infinitely close to a level seven killing technique, vanished instantly like a punctured balloon.

The immense energy spiraled out of control, exploding violently on his gun and sending him flying.

The outcome has been decided.

Qin Feng lay on the edge of the ring, staring at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently, but there was no trace of frustration on his face.

He lost.

They lost convincingly.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

"Your understanding surpasses mine."

Kaneki walked up to him, put away his spear, and said calmly.

"It's a pity I didn't encounter someone even stronger than you. If your shot just now had been a little more precise, the outcome would have been uncertain."

He extended his hand to Qin Feng.

"Let's add each other as friends on the subspace network. We can play in friend rooms sometime in the future."

Kaneki smiled.

"can."

Qin Feng grasped his hand, used it to help him stand up, and returned the smile.

On the ring, the two exchanged contact information via the subspace network.

Then, Qin Feng turned around and walked off the stage decisively.

Contestant Qin Feng has been eliminated in this round.

The final rankings are being calculated based on elimination times...

Your final ranking is: 672nd.

The moment Qin Feng calmly stepped off the stage, the official commentator responsible for the core matches in Zone C suddenly raised his voice eight octaves, filled with barely suppressed excitement and shock!

"My God! What are we seeing?!"

"Two! Two true marksmanship masters!!"

His voice, transmitted through the subspace network, instantly reached every live broadcast room in the K-739 sector, invigorating countless viewers watching the match.

"Incredible! At the last moment, Qin Feng, the dark horse from Canaan Star Martial Arts University, actually broke through on the spot! He integrated all the knowledge he had ever learned!"

On the holographic screen, the director replayed Qin Feng's final shot in super slow motion.

The spearhead, imbued with the will to kill, radiated a chilling light under the gaze of millions of viewers.

"What a powerful shot! Everyone, please look at the energy analysis chart. Its physical destructive power is approaching the theoretical limit of a level six killing technique!"

Even more frightening is to pay attention to the fluctuation curve of mental energy!

It has already shown a clear peak!
This means that this shot already faintly possesses the characteristics of a level seven killing technique—mental pressure!

The commentator's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"A prodigy! This is a true prodigy!"

Break through your limits in desperate situations and create possibilities from the impossible!
Although he ultimately lost due to a minor flaw, this did not diminish his brilliance!

The scene shifts to Kaneki extending his hand to Qin Feng, the two showing mutual respect and adding each other as friends.

"It's a pity I didn't meet someone even stronger than you!"

The commentator read aloud the dialogue interpreted through lip reading with great emotion: "A worthy opponent, a match of equals! This is a duel with no losers!"

Let's give a round of applause to these two unparalleled gunslingers!

They delivered a classic match that will go down in the history of this year's Star Cup!

……

Qimingxing, the "Qiming Spectator" building.

Inside the private room, Wang Ming and Li Juan looked at the final rankings on the screen, and a hint of regret appeared on their faces simultaneously.

"Sigh, it was just a little bit short."

Li Juan sighed.

"He has done his best."

Wang Ming nodded, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.

The two of them couldn't understand this level of battle. All they knew was that Qin Feng had made it into the top 1,000 among countless geniuses, narrowly lost in the end, and had earned the respect of his opponent.

……

Principal's Office, Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School.

When Qin Feng fired the final shot, the entire room erupted in thunderous cheers!

"Great gun!!"

Wu Shangfeng slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and his eyes shone brightly!
"Beautiful! That shot was flawless!"

"This is no longer a simple killing technique; it's a manifestation of will! It has the flavor of a planetary-level killing technique."

Gu Yue, the mentor, was also full of praise.

Lin Yue was completely mesmerized, muttering to herself, "To have glimpsed the basics of a planetary-level killing technique with a level nine cultivation level... this monster..."

Although Qin Feng ultimately lost, none of the teachers present felt any regret.

Because they could all see that what Qin Feng gained from this battle was far more important than the outcome itself.

……

Unlike the other eliminated contestants, Qin Feng did not leave the arena immediately after being eliminated.

He calmly returned to his position and then focused all his attention back on the arena where the fierce battles were still raging.

The competition has only a few rounds left.

Those still on the field are monsters among monsters, the true favorites to win the championship.

These people are all top experts who have mastered multiple level-six killing techniques.

These higher-level battles were of immeasurable benefit to Qin Feng, who had just broken through that barrier.

He watched with great eagerness, absorbing bit by bit the understanding of power, the application of killing techniques, and the control of the rhythm of battle of those strong individuals, turning them into his own resources.

These valuable experiences will lay the most solid foundation for his future formal training in the seventh-level killing technique.

……

at the same time.

Inside the main stadium, in that secluded room at the highest point.

The atmosphere was no longer as relaxed as before.

Just as the battle between Qin Feng and Jin Mu entered its most intense phase, these Black Hole-level powerhouses from various subgroups and companies of the Extreme Warriors were still leisurely watching the show.

Some people watched the battle below with great interest while laughing and chatting with their colleagues about the interesting things happening in their respective war zones.

The one-eyed company commander of the 12th Regiment even took out a specially made metal can from the subspace storage device.

"Hey, try our local specialty, the Abyss Ant Cow."

He laughed, and with a force powerful enough to crush starship armor, he casually cracked open the hard can, revealing the terrifying creature inside.

An invisible force swept over, crushing the creature in the can into a pulp.

He grabbed a handful, crunching away as he glanced at the arena where Qin Feng was.

"This kid's getting pretty badly suppressed... huh?"

His words came to an abrupt end.

The act of chewing also froze instantly.

Not just him.

In that instant, all the conversations and movements in the room seemed to be paused.

More than a dozen black hole-level powerhouses, who were just chatting and laughing, were now all frozen in place, staring intently at the holographic projection of the arena below.

Their gazes pierced through energy and flesh, locking onto Qin Feng's brow bone with unparalleled precision!

just now!

The moment Qin Feng broke through in the face of battle, integrating all his life's learning!

Above his brow bone, the two golden chosen nails, invisible to ordinary people, once emitted a fleeting burst of brilliant light!
This process takes less than a fraction of a billionth of a second.

It would be difficult for ordinary viewers, or even powerful beings at the planetary level, to capture.

However, for the dozen or so black hole-level powerhouses present who had honed their souls and wills to the extreme, that moment of light was as clear as a star suddenly shining in the dark night!

The room fell into a deathly silence.

After a few seconds.

"...Two nails?"

The one-eyed company commander slowly turned his head, his one good eye wide open, staring intently at Zhou Xiong, his voice dry as if two rusty iron plates were rubbing against each other.

"Zhou Xiong! You son of a bitch...didn't you just say 'one nail'?!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with anger at being deceived.

"So after all this time, you still want to keep things to yourself, right?! You want to secretly swallow this peerless genius, Erding, for yourself?!"

With a "boom," the whole room erupted in chaos!

"what's the situation?!"

"I wasn't mistaken. That light just now was definitely a Second Nail!"

"Zhou Xiong! You old bastard, that's not fair!"

Zhou Xiong was also completely dumbfounded and shocked. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He doesn't know either.

When did it happen?
"Stop arguing!"

The company commander, who appeared to be the oldest, slammed his hand on the table and shouted in a deep voice, "Immediately notify the Imperial Inquisition! Encrypt the original video of that match at the highest level! Control all possible channels of leakage!"

"quick!"

Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, their expressions instantly turning extremely solemn.

"Two-nail genius...this is troublesome!"

"I wonder if our Extreme Warriors Legion can retain a genius of this caliber!"

"Once the news leaks, those lunatics from other warbands will stop at nothing to snatch him away!"

"Second Nail... as long as he doesn't perish along the way, he'll at least be a high-ranking member of the battle group, and... he might even reach an even higher level! A person like that, after finishing the major battle zone, will definitely get a very high ranking. At that point, the choice won't be in our hands anymore!"

"It's difficult! Too difficult!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Report it now!"

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rapid operation of everyone's personal terminals.

More than a dozen encrypted messages, traveling at speeds exceeding the speed of light, were sent from here to their respective sub-units' supreme commanders—the War Marshals.

Then, after only a dozen seconds of silence.

“Ding ding ding—!”

Inside the room, everyone's personal terminals were buzzing with urgent communication requests, as if they had gone mad.

The one-eyed company commander glanced at the list of letter writers, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Blood Angels Legion, Raven Guards Legion, Imperial Fist, Sons of the Empire, Salamanders..."

He gritted his teeth and rattled off a string of prestigious battle group names. "Damn it! More than seventy colleagues from other battle groups have already sent me greetings!"

"Same here!"

"Me too!"

"Those damned hyenas! How can their intelligence network be so efficient?!"

Someone angrily cursed.

"normal."

Zhou Xiong had calmed down a bit by now. He explained with a wry smile, "We've been keeping an eye on their team's qualifying rounds, haven't we? Million-strong teams, planting spies among each other, poaching talent—isn't that standard practice?"

"You're a normal size!"

The one-eyed company commander slammed his fist on the table in anger, leaving a deep fist mark on the sturdy alloy surface. "It's great to poach other people's geniuses! But it's incredibly frustrating when someone else is eyeing and poaching our own geniuses!"

Inside the room, the brief chaos caused by the sudden exposure of the genius "Two Nails" was quickly suppressed by these battle-hardened company commanders.

But the constant stream of communication requests, almost bursting personal terminals, serves as a reminder to everyone that an invisible war surrounding geniuses has begun.

"Damn it, these wolves have noses that are sharper than dogs!"

The one-eyed company commander slammed down the communication interface in frustration. "How am I supposed to reply now? I can't just tell them we've got a second nail and everyone's welcome to bid, can I?"

Although his words were crude, they revealed the predicament of everyone present.

It's no longer possible to hide it.

Silence fell over the room once again.

"do not care."

In the end, it was the one-eyed company commander who broke the deadlock.

He leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and swung his arms wide.

"Reply my ass! We've already passed the buck to our own boss. Now it's just those war marshals fighting like gods, it has nothing to do with us company commanders."

He curled his lip, a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "Whoever offers the highest terms in the end, that's the kid."

These words eased the tense atmosphere in the room considerably.

Indeed, this level of power struggle has far exceeded the authority of these company and regimental commanders.

"No, no, you can't say that."

One of the usually composed company commanders shook his head and offered a different perspective, saying, "There's another possibility."

All eyes turned to him.

"Have you forgotten that unwritten old rule?"

He said slowly, "If Qin Feng can secure a place in the top 100 in the final 'Battle Zone' showdown, then he will be eligible for a special option—to go to the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races'."

"Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races..."

Upon hearing this name, everyone present froze.

"That's according to custom,"

The other person quickly reacted and interjected, "The 'protectors' team of the trial participants who go to the battlefield of ten thousand races is definitely from our Extreme Warriors Battle Group!"

That way, once his trial is over, no matter what achievements he makes, he will eventually return to our battle group!

This possibility, like a ray of light, instantly brightened everyone's gloomy mood.

"Hey, there really is such a saying!"

The one-eyed company commander slapped his thigh, but then frowned. "But will he choose this path? After all, this path seems more dangerous. According to the confidentiality agreement, we cannot reveal any benefits in advance."

"He will."

Zhou Xiong, who had been silent all along, finally spoke at this moment, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.

He met the questioning gazes of the crowd and pointed to the ornament on Qin Feng's waist on the screen.

“He’s different. Didn’t you see what that kid was wearing on his waist? It’s a demon’s skull blessed by Khorne.”

Zhou Xiong's voice was deep and powerful, "The battlefield of ten thousand races allows him to unleash his full power and slaughter the great demons. Do you think he wouldn't be tempted?"

These words struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"That makes perfect sense..."

"This kid's style of doing things does indeed seem like that of someone who would make such a choice."

"Yes."

The composed company commander nodded and added, "After all, the 'Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races' is the path that the Empire can offer young geniuses with the most resources and the fastest improvement in strength."

Judging from the terrifying speed at which this kid has completed all the paths before the planetary level in less than a century, what he pursues is the ultimate efficiency and growth.

Moreover, this kid is very clever. He has already figured out the logic of how the empire operates, and he can see the key points without us having to point them out.

Ultimately, I'll most likely choose this path.

With the analysis completed, the atmosphere in the room finally relaxed completely.

"Hey, don't overthink it."

The one-eyed company commander waved his hand, completely reverting to his carefree demeanor. "This matter is beyond our jurisdiction. Let the higher-ups fight it out and make their own plans. We'll just watch the show."

"Who knows?"

A company commander, looking at the young man in black who had begun to watch the game intently on the screen, said half-jokingly, "When this kid comes back from the battlefield of ten thousand races, we'll have to line up to salute him. If he can keep up this pace, he might already be a big shot at the level of a war general when he returns."

"Yes."

This seemingly joking guess made everyone nod in agreement.

After all, it's a two-nail.

Monsters of this level cannot be predicted using common sense.

(End of this chapter)