High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 65 Offering Guidance
As night falls, the central canteen of Qiming No. 1 Martial Arts High School is brightly lit.

Qin Feng, carrying his tray, found a corner seat by the window and sat down.

"Old Qin, over here!"

Qian Duoduo's voice came from not far away. He strode over, carrying a plate that was almost overflowing. Behind him was Shi Potian, whose face was calm.

On Shi Potian's plate was also a C-level energy meal.

Clearly, he has also been promoted on the contract.

"We have to have a good meal today to celebrate the emergence of another C-level master in our 402 dormitory."

Qian Duoduo plopped down and scooped out a large mouthful of her own D-grade nutritional paste with a spoon, as if she wanted to swallow all the envy, jealousy, and hatred into her stomach.

"Haha."

Qin Feng and Shi Potian exchanged a smile.

The three ate in silence, a tacit understanding that had developed between them.

Qin Feng developed the habit of browsing information on his wrist-based device while eating. His movements were efficient and focused, with his left hand holding a spoon and his right hand fingers rapidly swiping across the virtual screen.

He opened the internal forum of Qiyi High School.

Qin Feng actually wanted to browse the "Cosmic Forum" that Qian Duoduo had mentioned before, but the "Cosmic Forum" required a payment of 10 Imperial Coins to unlock access.

The forum's interface design is full of metallic and technological feel, and the sections are clearly divided.

The top few popular posts had their titles bolded and highlighted in red, radiating an eye-catching glow.

Qin Feng glanced at the scene and then stopped moving.

[Pinned Post][Hot]: Breaking News! The results of the second monthly exam for first-year high school students have been released, and a new champion has been born! In just two months, he has risen from outside the top 60,000 to become the number one student in the entire grade!

[Featured Post][Breaking News]: Monster! In-depth analysis of Qin Feng, the top-ranked student in the grade—his marksmanship and comprehension are unparalleled, and his vitality index increases at a phenomenal rate!

[Discussion Thread][Hot]: A rational question: With such terrifying talent, why is this person's entrance exam ranking so low? Is there a story behind this that we don't know? Seeking answers from insiders!
[Combat Power Analysis Post]: Based on the score gap in actual combat simulation, let's briefly discuss Qin Feng's killing technique level. He may have already reached "minor success".
Each title is inextricably linked to his name.

"Hey, Lao Qin, you've become a big star."

Qian Duoduo, with her sharp eyes, peeked over at Qin Feng's screen and immediately exclaimed, "Look at these titles, 'Rookie King,' 'Monster,' 'Prodigy,' tsk tsk, I feel like none of these words are enough to describe you!"

Shi Potian glanced at it as well, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said to Qin Feng, "Congratulations."

Qin Feng shook his head helplessly and closed the posts.

He didn't care about these empty titles; he was more concerned with practical things.

He swiped his finger and clicked on the pinned post about the "Qiming Inter-School League".

Seeing that he was watching so intently, Qian Duoduo became interested and leaned her head over.

"The inter-school league is an annual grand event for all the martial arts high schools in our Qiming Department."

The post details the league's rules.

[Qiming Inter-School League Regulations (Freshman/Returning Student Competition)]

[Eligibility for Participation]:
Freshman Competition: High school freshmen or sophomores who have been enrolled for less than one year. Entry requirements: Level 2 martial artist, or possessing a contract of C-level or higher.

Senior Student Competition: High school students who have been enrolled for at least one year (Grade 11 or 12). Entry requirements: Level 3 martial artist, or possessing a contract of Grade B or above.

[Match Mode]: Individual Arena. Random matchmaking, single-elimination. The use of firearms and power armor is prohibited; only standard weapons and light armor are permitted.

[Safety Statement]: The entire competition will take place within a high-intensity energy shield and will be supervised by professional referees and a medical team. However, in martial arts competitions, there are no mercy in combat, and every year during the league, there are serious injuries and even deaths. All participants are requested to purchase high-value insurance in advance and sign a "Life and Death Agreement".

[Event Rewards]: Points will be awarded based on the final ranking.

"Isn't the threshold for the freshman competition tailor-made for you and Lao Shi?"

Qian Duoduo's eyes lit up. "Level 2 martial artists, C-level contracts, you two are qualified. If you went to the freshman competition, wouldn't you be able to slaughter everyone?"

Qin Feng remained silent and continued reading the rules one by one.

Shi Potian succinctly stated, "Among those who are qualified to register for the freshman competition, there are no weaklings."

"His vitality index is just so-so, but his killing techniques are probably unmatched by anyone."

Qian Duoduo chuckled and pointed at Qin Feng with his spoon.

"hope so."

Qin Feng smiled.

He quickly finished the nutritious meal on his plate, and a warm, gentle energy slowly spread throughout his body.

Just as I was about to get up, I noticed that the atmosphere around me was a bit strange.

Many students who were eating stopped what they were doing, their eyes seemingly drawn to their direction.

Their eyes held curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of anticipation for a spectacle.

Qian Duoduo was the first to notice something was wrong. He nudged Qin Feng with his elbow and then gestured with his lip in one direction.

"Look, trouble is brewing."

Qin Feng followed his gaze.

A student with an unusually large and imposing build was walking towards their table.

He was nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders like a wall. His training uniform was stretched taut by his muscles, and every step he took was steady and powerful, like a giant bear walking in the forest, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

"Tie Lin, a first-year high school student,"

Qian Duoduo lowered his voice and quickly introduced, "You didn't make it into the top 100 in the overall martial arts ranking, but you ranked second in the practical combat simulation, the one with a total score of 290. I wanted to challenge you before, but I couldn't find you. Today your photo and score sheet were posted on the forum, and this guy probably can't sit still anymore."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

For him, the challenges on campus were far less valuable than a thrilling ranking match at the Imperial Arena.

There, he could hone his killing moves without any scruples and prove his cultivation.

Moreover, the fight was truly exhilarating, leaving me feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Sparring with classmates whose killing techniques haven't even reached the "minor mastery" level is a waste of time and won't bring him any improvement.

The burly man walked to the table and stopped three steps away from Qin Feng.

His gaze locked precisely on Qin Feng, his eyes filled with no hostility, only pure fighting spirit.

"Hello, Qin Feng."

His voice, like his personality, was calm and deep. "My name is Tie Lin. You didn't accept my friend request, so I had to come find you in person."

Tie Lin adopted a very humble attitude and used very polite language.

"I saw your perfect score in the simulation, and it was truly impressive. So, I'd like to arrange a match with you at the school's common training hall. I just want to experience firsthand just how big the gap is between me and a perfect score. I hope you can generously offer your guidance."

Although the words were spoken politely, all the students watching in the cafeteria could hear the underlying resentment beneath the politeness.

He ranked second in practical application and challenged for first place in his grade.

This is undoubtedly a highly anticipated battle between two fierce rivals.

Whispers began to rise quietly among the crowd.

"It's Tie Lin! He really did come looking for Qin Feng."

"This is going to be a good show. Tie Lin has chosen the 'Thousand Army Spear' technique, and Qin Feng has also chosen the 'Thousand Army Spear' technique."

"But Qin Feng got a perfect score in actual combat. That score is outrageous. He's more than two hundred points ahead of Tie Lin."

"Let's have a match! Let's have a match!" "I'd love to see a difference of over two hundred points, let's have a match!"

Despite Tie Lin's challenge and the surrounding discussions, Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He seemed oblivious to the challenge in Tie Lin's words, but instead accurately captured the last four words—"Don't hesitate to offer your guidance."

Qin Feng stood up. He was half a head shorter than Tie Lin, but his aura was in no way inferior.

What do you practice?

Qin Feng asked.

Tie Lin was taken aback, not expecting Qin Feng to ask this, but still answered truthfully: "Major training is in spear techniques, 'Thousand Army Spear'."

"it is good."

Qin Feng nodded, then said something that surprised everyone: "If it's all about 'Thousand Armies Spears,' then I can indeed teach you something."

"Alright, there's no need for a challenge."

He paused, glanced at Tie Lin, and continued, "If it really comes down to a fight, you won't learn anything."

Upon hearing this, Tie Lin's face flushed red instantly, and his fists clenched instinctively.

The surrounding students were in an uproar, feeling that Qin Feng's words were far too arrogant.

However, Qin Feng ignored everyone's reactions.

He turned and walked to a corner of the cafeteria, where several long-handled iron bars for cleaning stood against the wall.

Qin Feng casually picked up one, weighed it in his hand, and then walked back to the center of the field.

"Okay."

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Feng's entire demeanor changed drastically.

One second ago, he was a student with a handsome face and a calm expression.

The next second, he held an iron rod, his feet slightly apart, his knees slightly bent, his back lowered, and his whole body was like an ancient pine tree rooted deep in the earth.

The ordinary cleaning iron rod seemed to come alive in his hands, its tip drooping slightly, pointing towards the ground, the shaft forming a perfect straight line with his spine.

He simply stood there quietly, adopting the most basic defensive stance in "A Thousand Armies' Spears"—a entrenched position.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, no radiant energy, but a profound and invincible aura emanated from him.

The noise in the cafeteria instantly quieted down.

All eyes were drawn to the figure standing in the center of the arena, holding a stick.

Tie Lin, who faced Qin Feng directly, felt the impact most deeply.

The moment Qin Feng struck that pose, he felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness wash over him.

He had mentally rehearsed countless charges, sweeps, and thrusts, but when faced with this stance, he couldn't find a single offensive route.

The other party is like a mountain, a perfect mountain without any gaps.

All his attacks were doomed to failure before they were even launched.

An expert will know if there is one as soon as he takes action.

With just one starting move, Tie Lin understood the insurmountable gap between himself and "perfect score".

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His burning fighting spirit was completely extinguished at this moment, replaced by deep shock and awe.

"You come."

Qin Feng paced back and forth, tossing the iron rod to Tie Lin: "Show me how you hold your ground."

Tie Lin instinctively took the iron rod.

Hearing Qin Feng ask him to become a garrison commander, he felt as if he were facing a teacher, as if he were being randomly checked on by the teacher.

Heart beating wildly.

Tie Lin took a deep breath to calm himself down and adopted a standard defensive stance, while anticipation for Qin Feng's evaluation welled up in his heart.

"The 'Holding Position' is the foundation of the defensive strategy in 'Thousand Armies Spears,' and also the source of all its variations."

Qin Feng stared at Tie Lin carefully for a while before speaking.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the quiet cafeteria.

"You appear to be in a defensive stance, but your entire body is too stiff."

“Remember, you should be like a fully drawn bow, ready to be released. Keep your center of gravity low, and your feet rooted like a tree, this is the ‘foundation’. Your Qi should be contained and circulate between your internal organs and limbs, ready to burst forth at any time, this is the ‘Qi accumulation’.”

As he spoke, he took an iron rod and assumed a "perched" position, slightly adjusting his posture to make it easier for Tie Lin to see him.

"If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move. If the enemy moves, there must be an opening. The tip of the spear may seem to be pointing at the ground, but it actually locks onto the entire 180-degree range in front of you. No matter which angle the enemy attacks from, you can use the smallest movement and the fastest speed to turn defense into offense. This is 'adaptability'."

Qin Feng's explanation was completely transparent and without any reservations.

He broke down his understanding of this move into its simplest form and explained it to Tie Lin, bit by bit.

"Your strength is too rigid; you only focus on brute force. Your wide, sweeping movements may seem powerful, but they are full of openings. True spearmanship is not about relentless attacks, but about controlled movement and a balance between offense and defense. Learn to stand firm first, then think about killing."

"To remain entrenched and entrenched is actually a strategy of seeking opportunity and maintaining a defensive posture; one should imagine oneself as a fully drawn bow, ready to be released..."

Tie Lin listened intently, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Every word Qin Feng spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking a crucial point in his cultivation and enlightening him.

Many details that had previously puzzled him suddenly became clear.

So this is the real "Thousand Armies Spear".

Without realizing it, he had put away all his resentment and was left with only the devotion and focus of a student towards his teacher.

He knew that Qin Feng had definitely mastered the Thousand Army Spear technique!

No wonder he got a perfect score.

In the practical subjects of the first year of high school, small achievements can get full marks.

Qin Feng got 500 points because he only got 500 points in the practical subject!
Tie Lin was completely convinced.

After Qin Feng finished explaining, he put away his posture and casually put the iron rod back in the corner.

His entire demeanor returned to normal, as if the imposing and awe-inspiring marksmanship master from before was merely an illusion.

"Understand?"

He asked Tie Lin.

Tie Lin took a deep breath, bowed respectfully to Qin Feng, and gave a deep bow at a ninety-degree angle.

"I heard you, thank you for your guidance, Qin Feng!"

His voice was loud and sincere, filled with heartfelt gratitude.

The students watching from the surrounding area were completely dumbfounded.

They had expected to witness a fierce battle, but instead, they were presented with a one-sided "live lesson."

When I said I would "be generous with my advice," I really only offered my advice.

Moreover, he taught so thoroughly and without reservation.

Faced with this openness and strength, no one felt that Qin Feng's previous statement, "You can't learn anything," was arrogant; it was simply stating a very simple fact.

(End of this chapter)