High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 75 Ten Days in the Blink of an Eye
The joy of enlightenment did not last long before it was overwhelmed by a new round of battles.

Without pausing, Qin Feng's consciousness once again sank into the subspace network - the private domain of Qiming No. 1 High School.

Start matching

As light and shadow shift, the battle resumes.

All afternoon, he was like a tireless machine, frantically engaging in high-intensity battles.

In over forty battles, he was only matched with one other newly promoted freshman.

The rest of the opponents, without exception, were all seasoned and experienced second-year high school students with a calm and collected demeanor.

The situation in the battle has undergone a subtle but profound change.

Having mastered the [Thousands of Armies Guarding] technique, Qin Feng's defensive system was now complete.

This move is not an isolated killing move, but rather the final form formed by perfectly combining all the defensive, force-deflecting, blocking, and dodging techniques in "Thousand Army Spears" with the "Swimming Dragon" movement technique.

The spear danced wildly, impervious to splashing water.

Faced with the senior students' fierce attack, Qin Feng was no longer as disheveled as before.

His spear was like an indestructible barrier, neutralizing all skill-based attacks.

The senior students quickly discovered that defeating this freshman in terms of skill had become extremely difficult.

As a result, the combat mode became incredibly pure.

They abandoned the complex variations of their moves and instead used the most savage and direct method—relying on their vitality index, which far exceeded Qin Feng's, to crush him with absolute power.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Each collision put enormous pressure on Qin Feng's body.

The final result was no different.

Another afternoon passed, and he once again suffered 40 crushing defeats and 1 victory.

[Proficiency in "Thousand Armies Spear" +231]

When Qin Feng's consciousness withdrew from the subspace network, he shook his sore and numb arms and fell into deep thought.

"The main difference now is physical fitness. As for killing techniques, unless I encounter monsters who have mastered their techniques to perfection, I can already hold my own against them. I can put the honing of skills on hold for now."

He knew very well that continuing to passively take hits in his private domain would only lower his score further and not make much difference.

That kind of epiphany under extreme pressure is something you can only hope to encounter once in a lifetime.

It would be better to play a few official ranked matches in the Imperial Arena every day, maintain steady progress in killing techniques in evenly matched battles, and then transfer most of your energy to improving your physical fitness.

There is another important reason for making this decision.

"This month's cultivation resources are one-third more than last month's. If we don't make more time to practice the body tempering method and fully absorb and transform these resources, it will be a waste."

He must squeeze every resource into his own strength.

With this in mind, Qin Feng adjusted his cultivation plan once again.

In the afternoon, he no longer devoted himself entirely to private domain battles, but instead devoted half of his time to practicing the "Intermediate Imperial Body Forging Method".

Sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping onto the floor of the martial arts arena, only to be instantly evaporated by the intense heat emanating from his body.

He was like a precisely programmed machine. Apart from the ten unwavering official ranking matches in the Imperial Arena and half an hour of practicing the "Emperor's Meditation Method" before bed, all his waking hours were filled with the one hundred and eight painful yet highly effective postures of the "Intermediate Imperial Body Tempering Method".

His strength steadily improved through this almost self-torturing arduous training.

Time, too, flew by in this monotonous repetition. In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.

……

Night, Room 402.

Qin Feng, Shi Potian, and Qian Duoduo each sat on the edge of their beds and simultaneously opened their wrist terminals. A notification from their homeroom teacher was projected in front of them.

These are the final notes regarding tomorrow's Qiming Inter-School League.

【notify】:
Tomorrow morning at 8:00, all participating students will gather at the square in front of the school's [Beimian Building] and depart together.

All personnel will travel to the competition venue in the school's dedicated shuttle. Please remain quiet and observe discipline during the journey.

Upon arrival at the competition venue, all actions must be in accordance with the instructions of the team leader, and leaving the team without permission is strictly prohibited.

Below the notice, a detailed explanation of the league's format was also attached.

[Competition Regulations]:
Freshman Tournament (Day 1): A 1v1 single-elimination format will be used. All participating freshmen will be randomly drawn by the system to determine their match order. A single loss results in immediate elimination. This process will continue until a final champion is determined.

Senior Student Competition (Days 2-7): (Click to view rules)
"Single-elimination system, that's cruel enough."

Qian Duoduo clicked her tongue in amazement. "Bad luck. I drew a tough opponent in the first round, so I was eliminated in the first round."

"The competition is tomorrow, so everyone should get some rest today and be fully refreshed."

Shi Potian spoke.

The three exchanged a few words and then returned to their respective rooms.

Qin Feng lay in bed, thought for a moment, and then dialed his father's number.

The light and shadow flickered, and the face of the father, Qin Dahai, appeared in the projection.

The background is still their own living room, and their uncle's family is also there.

This time, however, Qin Feng keenly noticed that although his father and uncle still wore smiles, there was a hint of worry deliberately hidden between their brows.

It was a forced composure, an anxiety she didn't want him to notice.

Qin Feng noticed it, but he didn't point it out on the spot.

"Dad, Uncle, I'm playing in the Qiming Inter-School League tomorrow. It's the freshman competition, and the whole thing will be streamed live on official channels."

"Really? That's great!"

Qin Dahai immediately perked up, "Your uncle and I will both take tomorrow off! We'll stay in front of the terminal to watch your match!"

Uncle Wang Ming nodded vigorously: "We have to watch! Let's cheer for our Fengzi!"

The atmosphere in the living room became lively again, with the two younger brothers and the little sister chattering excitedly, eager to see their older brother show off his prowess on TV.

Qin Feng smiled, offered a few words of encouragement to his younger siblings, urging them to study hard and cultivate diligently, before hanging up the call.

As the projection disappeared, the smile on his face also vanished.

He opened his private chat channel with his father and sent him a message.

[Qin Feng]: Dad, has something happened at home?
This time, the father's reply was a few minutes slower.

[Father]: It's nothing, what could possibly be wrong? It's just that the factory allocated us a house, which we were supposed to get this month, but someone cut in line at the last minute. The manager told us to wait a while, and they'll fill our spot when there are more openings.

[Qin Feng]: Really?
[Father]: Don't worry! It's really nothing! Your uncle's salary is 100,000 Imperial Coins a month, that's a lot! Even if his workplace doesn't provide housing, we can save up for a year and afford a new one! It won't affect anything! You should focus on your match, that's the most important thing!

Qin Feng: Okay.

(End of this chapter)