Chapter 115: Dual Control Killing Methods! Fierce Owl Shadow Chase!

Chapter 115: Dual Mastery Killing Technique! The Li Xiao Shadow Chase!

Several more months passed.

It had now been a full eleven months since Qin Feng first arrived on this battlefield.

On this day, after swallowing his final vial of psychic energy potion, his life force index steadily reached 30.0!

He had officially reached the limit of a third-level warrior.

Meanwhile, his *Thousand Army Spear* and *Fierce Bird Fist Technique*, after countless rounds of honing, had both reached over ninety-nine thousand points in proficiency!

Only the final, paper-thin membrane separated him from the ultimate realm of "Mastery."

...

A month later.

Qin Feng once again encountered a solitary third-level Green Skin War Boss, wielding a massive power claw.

This time, he did not retreat.

Gripping a brand-new, sturdier spear, he charged forward to meet it.

A cataclysmic battle erupted once more.

Blades and shadows—no, the clash of spear shadows and claw shadows—sent sonic booms rippling across the battlefield.

At the most exhilarating moment of the fight, Qin Feng's mind once again plunged into that profound, indescribable state of enlightenment.

This time, all his insights, all his techniques, all his understanding, merged completely into a seamless whole!

The spear in his hand moved.

[Fierce Bird Body Art] let him close the distance in an instant!

[Wandering Dragon Body Art] made his forward charge trace an impossible arc, perfectly evading the power claw's swing!

The fist intent of [Li Xiao Style] filled his spear tip with a domineering force that could tear through anything!

And the ultimate speed of [Flowing Light Shadow Chase] compressed all of this into a mere 0.01 seconds!

A spear light, indescribable in words, as if fusing all light and shadow, flashed and vanished!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The third-level armored Green Skin, still in the midst of its claw-swinging posture, froze solid.

On its immensely thick chest armor—capable of withstanding small artillery shells—an inconspicuous yet bottomless hole appeared.

Through the small hole, one could see that its massive heart had been completely shredded by the force.

It worked!

Finally worked!

"Hahaha—"

Qin Feng laughed.

One year.

He had done it!

He had truly done it!

"This killing move shall be named... 'Li Xiao Shadow Chase'!"

Qin Feng withdrew his spear and stood upright, murmuring to himself.

It worked!

The moment he named it, his system panel went wild with updates!

[Ding! Your killing technique "Thousand Army Spear" has broken through its bottleneck. Current realm upgraded to: Mastery!]

[Ding! Your killing technique "Fierce Bird Fist Technique" has broken through its bottleneck. Current realm upgraded to: Mastery!]

[Mastery: You have fully grasped the true essence of this killing technique and can now evolve and elevate it, creating a brand-new combat system unique to yourself.]

Qin Feng had done it.

Although he had only created one killing move so far.

But this was already a promising start.

How many warriors spent their entire lives, even reaching level seven or eight, still using others' techniques!

He, Qin Feng, had already carved his own path!

From now on, as long as he gathered the strengths of a hundred schools and continuously refined this system, he would one day create a truly exquisite killing technique that belonged to him and suited him!

This year, his growth had been immense!

Qin Feng lifted his head, gazing at the smoke-shrouded sky. In his eyes, there was no longer a trace of confusion.

"Time to go back."

When Qin Feng's figure once again appeared in that cold, familiar C-709 martial arts room, the intense aura of slaughter from blood and fire had not yet fully dissipated.

He stood there silently, like a spear piercing the heavens—sharpness concealed within, yet radiating an imposing stillness.

Lin Yue's gaze fell upon the young man before her, lingering for a long time.

In her eyes was a complexity and emotion beyond words.

This year, as Qin Feng's "guardian," she had almost witnessed, with her own eyes, the birth of a legend.

In her mind, it was as if a fast-forwarding film was replaying rapidly.

She remembered that a year ago, when Qin Feng first arrived on this battlefield, his life force index had just broken through 20.0, and even breaking the defense of a second-level armored Green Skin had been an immense struggle.

Now, standing before her was a genuine third-level warrior, whose life force index had reached the 30.0 mark!

She remembered that a year ago, Qin Feng's killing techniques were *Thousand Army Spear* at Perfection and *Fierce Bird Fist Technique* at Minor Completion. His combat style, though solid, was still not formidable enough.

Now, both his techniques had broken through to the legendary realm of "Mastery"!

He had even begun to create his own unique, embryonic killing move!

She remembered that a year ago, when Qin Feng faced a third-level armored Green Skin, he was killed in a single blow, and she had to drag him back from the battlefield, barely escaping death.

And just now, she had witnessed with her own eyes Qin Feng, alone, directly confronting a top-tier third-level armored Green Skin and killing it with a single, earth-shattering spear thrust!

From a raw recruit who had just entered the battlefield, needing to be cautious and vigilant at every turn, he had grown into a battle-hardened warrior who could roam freely through this meat grinder and influence local battlefields...

All these changes had occurred within this single short year.

"Not bad."

Finally, Lin Yue spoke slowly, uttering two words.

In her voice was a hint of relief and admiration that even she herself had not noticed.

"I originally thought that no matter how talented a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old youth might be, his mental fortitude would ultimately be limited. That kind of decades-long bitter fighting and training, that almost masochistic persistence, could only be achieved by old warriors who had struggled on the path of martial arts for thirty, fifty, or even a hundred years."

"But you did it."

Lin Yue's gaze turned exceptionally sharp.

You can endure solitude. In this restless age, that is a quality rarer than talent itself.

As her ward’s guardian, she knew every detail of Qin Feng’s life over the past year.

She knew that, throughout those three hundred and sixty-five days and nights, Qin Feng’s existence consisted of only three things: combat, cultivation, and brief periods of recovery and slumber.

He had all but severed all nonessential ties with the outside world.

Aside from a regular video call to his family on distant Qiming Star to report his safety, he had not communicated with a single friend or classmate even once.

No entertainment, no pastimes, not even a single instance of genuine “rest.”

Other youths his age, even those martial arts prodigies famed for their self-discipline, could not completely forsake the most basic social needs.

They would regularly dine with a few close friends, chat and vent in private networks, using these to relieve the pressure of intense cultivation.

More ordinary youths were still addicted to virtual online games, indulging in the myriad pleasures brought by the explosion of psychic technology. But Qin Feng was different.

He was like a true ascetic, a madman who had utterly abandoned worldly desires in pursuit of the ultimate martial path.

He poured all his energy, all his passion, all his life, without reservation, into the single endeavor of cultivation.

This purity, this obsession, earned even Lin Yue—a high-level martial artist who had seen countless geniuses—a heartfelt admiration.

“Go ahead,”

Lin Yue’s voice softened considerably. “Sort through your gains properly, summarize your progress this year. When you’re done, we’ll submit the mission and return to Qiming Star.”

“Alright.”

Qin Feng nodded without further words.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and sank his mind fully into himself.

A detailed, almost terrifying data panel slowly unfurled in his mind.

[Name]: Qin Feng

[Vitality Index]: 30.01

[Martial Rank]: Third-Rank Martial Artist

[Basic Data]:

[Punch Force]: 110,922 kg

[Speed]: 351 m/s

…

Seeing these two lines of basic data, a ripple stirred in Qin Feng’s heart.

He knew well that an ordinary third-rank martial artist who cultivated the Intermediate Imperial Body-Tempering Method step by step would have a maximum punch force of around 40,000 kg.

Their maximum speed would be around 150 m/s.

But his own data was several times theirs!

This was the overwhelming hardware advantage granted by a physique comparable to an embryonic Star Beast, surpassing the Golden Standard Human III level!

And this was merely the paper data without employing any killing techniques.

If he used killing techniques, it would be even more exaggerated!

He shifted his gaze downward.

[Body-Tempering Method]:

Advanced Imperial Body-Tempering Method (Perfection)

[Killing Techniques]:

Thousand Army Spear (Mastery)

[Mastered Killing Moves]: Thousand Army Guard, Flowing Light Shadow Chase, Thousand Army Breaker

[Self-Created Killing Move]: Fierce Owl Shadow Chase

Fierce Bird Fist Technique (Mastery)

[Mastered Killing Moves]: Fierce Owl Style

[Self-Created Killing Move]: Fierce Owl Shadow Chase

…

Dual Mastery!

The seemingly insurmountable threshold from Perfection to Mastery had been successfully crossed!

Mastery meant he no longer merely “used” the killing techniques; he truly “understood” them.

He could freely dismantle and reassemble any move or essence from these two techniques, integrating them into his own combat system.

The single move [Fierce Owl Shadow Chase] was just the beginning.

In the future, he would create more, stronger, and more suitable moves, eventually forming a complete combat system uniquely his own—Qin Feng’s system!

Finally, his meditation method.

[Meditation Method]

Imperial Meditation Method (Minor Accomplishment)

[Proficiency]: 12 / 1000

[Effect]:

Nail of Favor x1: Your meditation cultivation speed receives a moderate boost. Your mental power is more condensed, your perception keener.

During this year of intense life-and-death combat, his spirit had also undergone great tempering.

Unknowingly, the Imperial Meditation Method had broken through to the Minor Accomplishment realm.

This made him calmer in battle and sharper in seizing opportunities.

The several critical moments of epiphany were inseparable from this.

After carefully reviewing all his gains, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

His heart was utterly clear.

The immense progress of this year was undeniable.

But for him, the leap in strength was secondary.

The most important and precious gain was his character.

As Lin Yue had said, he had become more mature and more resilient.

He truly possessed a pure, unwavering martial artist’s heart.

Those deep-rooted human vices—laziness, greed, craving for comfort, addiction to pleasure—had vanished from him.

They had been burned away by the blood and fire of the battlefield.

What remained was only an unceasing pursuit of higher martial realms.

“Teacher, I’ve sorted everything out.”

Qin Feng rose to his feet and spoke to Lin Yue.

"Alright, let's head back then."

Lin Yue nodded, operated on her terminal for a moment, and then sent Qin Feng a teleportation invitation for return.

Qin Feng accepted.

The familiar sensation of being pulled through space came again.

The scene before him began to blur and distort.

When everything became clear again, the pungent smell mixed with gunpowder and blood had vanished.

In its place was the fresh, familiar air of Qiming Star.

They had returned to Qiming No.1 High School, to the familiar top-floor terrace of the North Crown Building, the highest point on campus.

Below their feet was the campus, brightly lit, peaceful and serene.

Above their heads was the night sky, deep and vast, studded with twinkling stars.

A year ago, he had also stood here, filled with confusion about the future and a thirst for power, sent by Lin Yue to that unknown battlefield.

A year later, he stood here again.

The confusion had long faded, replaced by an indestructible heart of a strong one.

(End of chapter)