High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 81 Showdown with Shi Dang
The long, drawn-out chimes, as if coming from the ancient starry sky, resounded throughout every corner of the "Crown of the North Pole".

The voice was solemn and dignified, as if announcing the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Inside the stadium, hundreds of thousands of spectators were instantly ignited. The resulting roar was like a tangible energy tsunami, crashing against the dome while being contained within the stadium by an invisible force field, forming a boiling ocean.

Above their heads, a massive dome simulated a dazzling galaxy that slowly circulated. Against the backdrop of the deep universe, hundreds of alloy arenas, gleaming with a cold metallic luster, resembled floating stars, quietly awaiting their warriors.

A spotlight shone precisely on the center of the arena, where a host in an official uniform spoke clearly through a psionic megaphone to every spectator.

His voice was loud and passionate, and every word carried a stirring power.

"...This is the cradle of geniuses! The proving ground for the strong! And the stage where the future pillars of the empire will first showcase their talents to the entire Star Alliance, and even the entire empire!"

"Here, sweat will water glory, and willpower will forge brilliance! Now, I declare—"

The host suddenly raised the volume, making a loud noise that shook the surrounding area.

"The 32175th Qimingxing Inter-School League, Freshman Individual Competition, has officially begun!"

"boom--!"

The roar erupted completely.

Inside the "Qiming Spectator" building in the Hongye Commercial District, Qin Dahai clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

His palms were sweaty, and he unconsciously slowed his breathing.

Qin Feng, his son, is about to step into the ring.

In a ring where fists and feet have no eyes, and life and death are separated!

It would be a lie to say I'm not nervous.

Qin Dahai, Wang Ming, and their aunt were all on tenterhooks, and their two younger brothers were also worried. However, their youngest sister, unaware of the danger, stared at her older brother Qin Feng with a smile and a look of admiration on her face.

In the viewing area of ​​Tian Shu Martial Arts High School, Lei Yi still kept his eyes closed, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

Within the Jinlong Martial Arts Academy's territory, Li Qing appeared to be in complete control.

He wore his signature smile.

In the viewing area of ​​Xinghe Military Affiliated High School, Shi Dang sat alone in a corner like a silent rock.

He didn't look at anyone; his eyes were fixed on the hundreds of floating arenas in the center of the arena, as if searching for his destiny.

The top floor of the viewing tower.

Professor Gu Yue stroked his beard, a faint smile on his face, his eyes filled with absolute confidence in his student.

The other professors from the other schools had different expressions: some were serious, some were expectant, and some were subtly exchanging ideas with their colleagues. However, the invisible, unspoken rivalry in the air grew stronger.

Several mentors' gazes fell in the direction where Qin Feng was.

They wanted to see just who Qin Feng really was!

Lord Zhou of the Ultramarines stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, still like an unchanging statue.
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The viewing area of ​​Qiming No.1 High School.

The host's voice sounded again.

"Attention all contestants! The matchmaking system has been activated. Matching results will be sent to your holographic viewing devices and personal terminals in three seconds. Please proceed to the designated arena according to the instructions! To reiterate, please check your holographic viewing devices or personal terminals and proceed to the designated arena!"

The voice just fell.

"Om-"

A slight vibration came from the personal terminal on Qin Feng's wrist.

A pale blue holographic screen quietly popped up in front of him.

On the light screen, lines of clear white text were displayed.

【notification】

[School]: Qiming First Martial Arts High School
Name: Qin Feng
[Identity ID]: QM-1-G1-1104
[Ring Number]: 073
Opponent: Shi Dang (Xinghe Military Affiliated High School)
[Identity ID]: XH-MA-G1-0017
Vitality Index: 14.1
Qin Feng's gaze lingered slightly on the two characters "Shi Dang".

One of the three most popular.

They were matched up in the very first game.

Qin Feng stood up and headed to the arena. Little Fatty, Shi Potian, and the others also received the message and stood up to head to the arena as well.

"Old Qin, who is your opponent? My opponent is Jinlong Wugao, who is completely unknown."

Little Fatty smiled and greeted them.

"Shidang."

Qin Feng responded. "Uh—"

Little Fatty paused for a moment, then scratched his head: "That Shi Dang is really unlucky."
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Arena No. 073.

This is a circular alloy platform with a diameter of fifty meters, suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a light blue energy shield.

When Qin Feng stepped onto the ring, his opponent Shi Dang was already waiting there.

Shi Dang was exceptionally tall and robust, a full head taller than the average student.

He wore a heavy, custom-made alloy light armor and held a broadsword almost half the size of a door in his hand. The blade was thick and unsharpened, yet it exuded a chillingly heavy pressure.

Qin Feng's figure appeared tall and well-proportioned.

The standard alloy light armor perfectly outlined his smooth and explosive muscle lines.

Holding the gun in one hand, the alloy barrel reflected a cold luster under the arena lights, and the tip gleamed with a chilling light.

His aura was not as heavy and solid as Shi Dang's, but rather as sharp and piercing as a thorn.

The two faced each other from a distance, one as imposing as a mountain, the other as sharp as a spear.

The starkly different auras collided in the center of the arena, making the surrounding air thicken.

"..."

Shi Dang spoke first, his voice deep and resonant: "Please enlighten me."

Qin Feng's answer was simple and direct.

"please."

The moment the referee on one side of the ring swung his arm down and shouted "The match begins!"

"drink!"

Shi Dang roared and stomped his foot!
"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the hard alloy arena shook violently.

Instead of charging, he sat still, lowered his waist, gripped the broadsword tightly with both hands, and assumed an extremely steady starting stance.

"Rock Solid and Broadsword" - [Rock Momentum]!
This is the most typical tactic of using stillness to control movement and responding to all changes with constancy.

He will use his strongest power and strongest defense to accumulate a thunderous blow, a single strike that will decide the outcome!

Before absolute power, any fancy skills will be crushed into dust.

This is also the essence of the Rock-Solid Broadsword.

However, Qin Feng wouldn't give him that chance.

The moment Shi Dang assumed the [Solid Stance], Qin Feng moved.

It lacked any earth-shattering momentum or dazzling killing moves.

He just moved.

His figure was like a wisp of smoke, leaving a faint afterimage in place. He then instantly cut into Shi Dang's attack range with unimaginable speed.

He flicked his spear, creating a flourish, and then the spear shot out like a dragon!
No killer moves were used; it was just the most basic and simplest moves in "Thousand Army Spears"—thrust, flick, deflect, and sweep.

But Qin Feng's moves and skills were as natural as his own, and he could do them effortlessly!

The spear, from all sorts of unbelievable and incredibly tricky angles, aimed with unparalleled precision at Shi Dang's vital points.

"Ding!"

The first crisp sound.

Shi Dang held the broadsword and defended against the rock. He felt as if his blade was being nailed, and a clever force penetrated the blade, causing half of his body to go numb.

"Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang!"

Immediately following was a dense barrage of metallic clanging sounds, like a violent storm.

The spearhead, like the sharp beak of a woodpecker, left clear white dots on the thick, broadsword of the stone.

Elbow, knee, waist, neck... every strike is precisely aimed at the key power transmission points of the broadsword, the skillful force penetrating Shi Dang's body through the blade.

"..."

(End of this chapter)