Chapter 103: Goal, Qi Ming General Star

Chapter 103: Target, the Star of Dawn

From mastery to perfection required ten thousand points of proficiency.

And from perfection to the next realm, "Domination," a full hundred thousand points were needed!

Qin Feng exited the arena and slowly opened his eyes in the private training room.

He reached out and grasped the three-meter alloy spear on the weapon rack beside him.

The moment his hand closed around the shaft, an unprecedented, wondrous sensation surged through him.

This cold alloy spear, in that instant, no longer felt like an external object but had become an extension of his own arm.

He could clearly sense every tremor of the spear shaft, and could channel his strength to any point on the spearhead at will.

This feeling of the weapon obeying his every command, of minds in perfect sync, was ineffably mysterious.

"At the perfection realm, a weapon is like an extension of the limb..."

"This sensation... does it have something to do with mental energy?"

Qin Feng pondered inwardly.

He vaguely sensed that to cultivate a killing art to its utmost, mere physical training was no longer enough; a high degree of spiritual alignment was also required.

He did not linger in this feeling for long.

"Thousand Army Spear" had reached perfection; next was the cultivation of the second killing art, "Fierce Bird Fist."

He put away the spear, stood in the center of the training room, and began to comprehend the breathing method and the Fierce Bird Stance of "Fierce Bird Fist" according to the materials given by Mentor Gu Yue.

This fist art emphasized speed, ruthlessness, and precision; the body should move like a raptor striking, the fist should strike like a bird's beak pecking, and every inhalation and exhalation carried a sharp killing intent.

After just ten minutes.

[You have successfully comprehended "Fierce Bird Fist."]

[Killing Art: Fierce Bird Fist (Beginner)

[Proficiency: 1/100]

"So that's it..."

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his stance, a gleam of insight flashing in his eyes.

"Weapons are indeed an extension of the fists and palms."

He picked up the three-meter alloy spear again, but this time, instead of executing the techniques of "Thousand Army Spear," he integrated the power-release skills and body movement rhythms of "Fierce Bird Fist" into his spearplay.

The spear in his hand now sometimes spread wide like a raptor's wings, grand and sweeping; sometimes darted out like sharp claws, cunning and vicious; and sometimes struck swiftly like a bird's beak, incredibly fast.

The originally majestic and imposing spear technique had gained a touch of ferocity and treachery.

And the proficiency of his "Fierce Bird Fist" soared rapidly through this cross-disciplinary understanding.

Soon, it shot up from the initial 10 points all the way to over 50 points.

"It must be because I've already cultivated one killing art to perfection and have amassed a vast amount of combat experience, standing from a higher perspective. So, when learning another killing art of the same level, the speed is naturally this fast."

"Looking down from a high vantage point—that's exactly what this is."

At six in the evening, the killing art training ended.

After eating a B-grade energy meal, Qin Feng threw himself back into the practice of the body-forging method.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and his muscles grew stronger amidst the cycle of soreness and repair.

In the dead of night, after finishing the body-forging method, he sat cross-legged again and began the practice of "Emperor Meditation Method."

His mental energy slowly expanded within his sea of consciousness, washing away the fatigue of the day.

Only when both body and mind reached their limits late into the night did Qin Feng fall into a deep sleep.

Such was his day.

Monotonous, disciplined, filled with sweat and exhaustion.

Yet also immensely fulfilling and empowering.

It was exactly the same as his daily training routine in the dormitory and public training room before he won the Rookie King title.

Not a single change.

——

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye amid Qin Feng's monotonous yet fulfilling training.

Imperial Arena - Private Domain, Friend Battle Room.

Two figures, Qin Feng and Sun He, were engaged in a fierce close-quarters combat.

Unlike half a month ago, this time neither used any weapons; they fought bare-handed, engaging in the most primitive and direct hand-to-hand battle.

Sun He's fists swung wide and powerful, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, each strike heavy and forceful.

His combat experience was immense; fists, palms, elbows, knees—every part of his body became a lethal weapon, his attacks relentless, trying to overwhelm his opponent completely.

However, his opponent, Qin Feng, was like a nimble, fierce bird weaving through a raging storm.

His movements were elusive, his fist art fast, ruthless, and precise, carrying a sharpness that pierced through everything. Every strike targeted the weak points in Sun He's defense.

The battle lasted less than five minutes.

In a moment of crossing, Sun He's old strength was spent, and new strength had yet to arise.

Qin Feng seized that fleeting opportunity!

His eyes suddenly turned fiercely sharp, and his right fist, at an incredible angle, struck upward from below like a raptor's claw, tearing through Sun He's defense!

[Fierce Bird Fist] Killing Move — [Savage Owl Strike]!

"Bang!"

A dull thud.

Qin Feng's fist and palm landed solidly on Sun He's chest.

Sun He's body shuddered violently, then dissolved into countless specks of light, vanishing from the battle room.

...

B-17 Private Training Room.

Qin Feng and Sun He opened their eyes simultaneously.

Sun He sat on the rest chair opposite, looking at his own fists, then at the calm-faced Qin Feng across from him, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"You... improve too fast."

Sun He's voice was filled with emotion. "Fierce Bird Fist—have you even been learning it for a month? And you've already comprehended the killing move 'Savage Owl Strike'?"

"Haha, about twenty-plus days," Qin Feng said with a smile, stepping out of the repair pod, feeling refreshed all over.

"And you, your life force index improvement is just ridiculous."

Sun He's expression turned especially complicated.

Just over twenty days ago, he had dueled Qin Feng with weapons; though he lost, in terms of strength, he was confident they were evenly matched.

But in that pure hand-to-hand combat just now, he felt a sense of utter helplessness, as if being completely crushed.

Each of Qin Feng's blocks carried a tremendous force that he found impossible to resist.

The opponent's power seemed bottomless, giving him the illusion that it could never be shaken, no matter what he did.

This was simply not a contest between equals.

"Qin Feng, may I ask you something?"

Sun He could no longer hold back, asking with a face full of curiosity, "You... what exactly is your current strength level?"

"Vitality index, 19.8."

"Thousand Army Spear at perfection, Fierce Bird Fist at minor completion."

Qin Feng did not conceal anything and answered truthfully.

"..."

Sun He opened his mouth, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

He was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at Qin Feng as if seeing this junior for the first time.

Nineteen point eight?!

Half a month ago, he was still 16.5!

In this half month... no, strictly speaking, over twenty days, his vitality index had increased by more than three points?!

And, Thousand Army Spear at perfection? Fierce Bird Fist at minor completion, and he had even comprehended a killing move?

Sun He felt his brain had short-circuited.

"You... how long have you been enrolled?"

He asked subconsciously.

"Almost four months."

Qin Feng calculated the time and gave an accurate answer.

"Damn it..."

Sun He could no longer maintain his composure and let out a curse.

He was completely stunned.

He, Sun He, had been enrolled for one year and four months, a total of sixteen months, and had painstakingly cultivated a single "Heaven Earth Staff" to perfection, barely reaching a vitality index of 18.9.

Yet the Qin Feng before him, enrolled for less than four months, had already completely surpassed him in strength.

This was no longer a genius; this was a monster.

"What a freak..."

Sun He muttered to himself, looking at Qin Feng as if he were a monster in human skin.

After a long while, he finally digested this despairing fact, let out a long sigh, and asked, "What are your plans next?"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment and said, "Continue to hone my strength and consolidate my realm. Then, seize next year's 'Qiming Star General'."

His tone was very calm, as if stating something that was only natural.

Upon hearing this, Sun He nodded heavily, his face showing an expression that said, "Of course."

"Yes, that's how it should be!"

He said, "A genius like you should indeed compete for the 'Qiming Star General' next year, graduate in the shortest time possible, the sooner the better. With your rate of progress, staying an extra year at school would be a waste. The improvement you can make in one year is greater than what us older students can achieve in several."

Sun He stood up, walked over to Qin Feng, and solemnly patted him on the shoulder.

"Junior, I look forward to seeing you reach the top next year. I wish you great martial fortune!"

With that, Sun He turned around freely and left this martial arts room that had dealt him such a blow.

Qin Feng watched his departing back, smiled slightly, and then once again calmed his mind.

He opened his own data panel and conducted a comprehensive review of his current strength.

[Name]: Qin Feng

[Vitality Index]: 19.82

[Martial Artist Rank]: Second-rank martial artist

[Cultivation Method]:

Intermediate Empire Body Tempering Method (Great Completion)

[Proficiency]: 9530 / 10000

[Effect]: At the current realm, passively increases vitality index by 0.001 points per hour. Body recovery speed and energy absorption efficiency are greatly enhanced.

[Note]: When the Intermediate Empire Body Tempering Method is raised to perfection, you will undergo a [Life Evolution].

Emperor Meditation Method (Beginner)

[Proficiency]: 88 / 100

[Effect]: Nail of Favor x1: Your speed in cultivating the meditation method receives a slight boost.

[Killing Technique]:

Thousand Army Spear (Perfection)

[Proficiency]: 1542 / 100000

[Effect]: Your control over long weapons is greatly enhanced.

Fierce Bird Fist (Minor Completion)

[Proficiency]: 132 / 1000

[Effect]: Your comprehension of fist-type killing techniques is improved.

[Mastered Killing Move]: Fierce Owl Style

"The Intermediate Empire Body Tempering Method is less than five hundred proficiency points away from perfection. By then, the vitality index should break through 20.0, reaching the limit of a second-rank martial artist."

"When the body tempering method reaches perfection, I will also undergo a [Life Evolution]. I wonder how strong this life evolution will be, whether it can directly push my physical aptitude to Gold Standard Human III."

"Even if not, there is still the opportunity of the Qiming Thunder Pool later."

"Once my physical aptitude is raised to Gold Standard Human III, I can focus wholeheartedly on charging toward the threshold of a third-rank martial artist with a vitality index of thirty points."

"After that, it's the Qiming Star General."

"Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, stepping into the starry sea!"

Qin Feng now had an extremely clear plan for his future.

After the review, he once again immersed himself in dedicated cultivation.

(End of chapter)