Chapter 124: Leaving a Name in History, the Number One Person in Qi Ming's History!

Chapter 124: A Name in History, the First in Qiming’s Annals!

“Well struck!”

In Qin Feng’s eyes, the will to battle blazed to full fury!

Facing this nearly unavoidable attack, he did not retreat but advanced, his feet stomping hard against the ground.

Boom!

The alloy floor shattered with a roar, his body neither dodging nor evading, actively meeting the violent assault.

At the same time, his fists transformed into the claws of a fierce owl pouncing on prey, with a sharp howl, they struck back boldly!

*Fierce Bird Fist Technique* — [Fierce Owl Style]!

Clang! Thud!

One sound was the piercing clash of metal between fist and knuckle-duster, sparks flying.

The other was the dull thunder of fist meeting palm, a violent air blast peeling up a layer of the alloy floor beneath their feet!

In their first purely unarmed exchange, they were evenly matched!

Yet before Qin Feng could catch his breath, Sun Shantang’s assault surged like a great river, unending, wave after wave!

His strike was blocked, but his arm seemed boneless, sliding and coiling along Qin Feng’s fist, turning into a slithering spirit snake, palm flickering in and out, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s heart!

*Wandering Dragon Hand*!

Its moves were so cunning, its changes so bizarre, that Qin Feng felt the pressure double.

Qin Feng could only push his *Fierce Bird Fist Technique* at the “Mastery” level to its limit, his fists raining down like hail, each punch precisely intercepting Sun Shantang’s attack path.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

In an instant, the entire arena was filled only with the dense, storm-like thunder of their fists and palms colliding!

The battle, from the very start, had entered a white-hot phase!

For the first time, Qin Feng felt what it meant to be “suffocated” before an opponent of the same level.

Sun Shantang’s projection was like a living, perfect encyclopedia of close combat!

His *Chasing Cicada Body Technique* was ghostly and elusive, always placing him in the most lethal and uncomfortable positions.

His five perfected fist and palm killing techniques were wielded with effortless ease, switching seamlessly, flowing like water without a hint of stagnation.

*Dragon-Elephant Fist Technique* was fierce and domineering; with each punch, it seemed ancient dragons and elephants roared, the weight of the force forcing Qin Feng to go all out to block.

*Prajna Palm* was thick and dense, its palm force layered like crashing waves, impossible to guard against.

*Wandering Dragon Hand* was cunning and strange, like a bone-gnawing maggot, attacking from every unimaginable angle.

Add to that the sharp penetration of *Small Splitting Stone Hand* and the near-absolute defensive blocking skill of *Golden Bell Frame*…

These five perfected killing techniques, in his hands, were no longer five separate arts but were strung together by the perfect thread of *Chasing Cicada Body Technique* into a seamless combat system—offense and defense, hard and soft, close and far, without a single flaw!

In contrast, Qin Feng’s *Fierce Bird Fist Technique*, though at the “Mastery” level, surpassed any single fist technique of Sun Shantang in the power of each move.

But he was too “monotonous.”

All his attacks, defenses, and changes came from this one technique.

After the first few minutes of probing, Sun Shantang’s projection seemed to have fully grasped every variation of *Fierce Bird Fist Technique*.

From then on, Qin Feng fought with extraordinary difficulty.

Ten minutes.

They had exchanged no fewer than several thousand moves.

The central area of the “Absolute Arena” was utterly destroyed by the aftermath of their battle, the alloy floor pitted with craters and cracks of all sizes.

For the first time, fine beads of sweat appeared on Qin Feng’s forehead.

His armor bore dozens of fist prints and claw marks of varying depths.

Several times, if not for his quick reflexes, Sun Shantang’s *Small Splitting Stone Hand* with the knuckle-dusters would have punched holes through him.

“Too strong…”

Qin Feng’s heart was filled with awe.

This was the true strength of Master Sun!

This was the style of the most legendary genius in Qiming First High’s history!

His so-called “Mastery” level, before this perfect “Perfection” system, could not gain the slightest advantage!

In technique, they had reached a certain equilibrium.

Now, what remained to be tested was the purest… strength and will!

“Come on!”

In Qin Feng’s eyes, there was no trace of retreat; instead, a fiercer flame burned.

He abandoned all thoughts of seeking flaws, for his opponent’s system had none!

He simply fused the essence of *Fierce Bird Fist Technique* into the simplest straight punches, hooks, and charges, unleashing his greatest advantage—the terrifying physique comparable to an “embryonic-stage star beast”—to its fullest!

The combat style instantly shifted from a contest of skill to the most primal, savage… war of attrition!

Thud!

Sun Shantang’s *Dragon-Elephant Fist Technique* slammed heavily into Qin Feng’s shoulder.

Qin Feng took the blow with his muscles, his body barely swaying, while his own fist, at the same time, struck hard against Sun Shantang’s *Golden Bell Frame* used to block.

Trade injury for injury!

Blood for blood!

Sun Shantang’s projection had limited energy, perfectly replicating the total qi and blood volume at the time of his graduation.

But Qin Feng’s qi and blood were like a vast ocean, inexhaustible!

Fifteen minutes…

Twenty minutes…

The battle had entered its most frenzied stage.

Like two untiring primordial beasts, they clashed madly in the arena.

Each collision erupted with deafening thunder and blinding sparks of energy.

Qin Feng’s armor was torn in many places, revealing the bronze, god-iron-hard skin beneath.

On the other side, Sun Shantang’s projection began to show the faintest flickers of data instability on its form.

His attacks remained fierce.

His footwork still elusive.

But his strength, compared to the start of the battle, had diminished by an imperceptible margin.

And Qin Feng, like a perpetual motion machine, threw each punch with peak power!

Twenty-four minutes.

The two clashed once more in their most ferocious confrontation yet.

Sun Chantang’s projection, repeating his old trick, launched a domineering *Dragon-Elephant Fist Technique* as his main assault, trying to force Qin Feng back.

But Qin Feng, this time, did not dodge or evade. He used his own chest to meet that fist head-on!

Boom!

The terrifying fist force exploded against Qin Feng’s chest, sending him hurtling backward.

Yet at the same moment, he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

As he flew backward, his right fist finally broke through all of Sun Chantang’s defensive moves, gathering every ounce of his strength. The fist shot out like a spear, and a single technique—*Fierce Hawk Chasing Shadows*—struck heavily against the chest of Sun Chantang’s projection!

Crack!

A crisp sound, like the shattering of an energy core, rang out.

Sun Chantang’s entire projection stiffened abruptly.

In his utterly calm eyes, streams of data began to flicker wildly, spiraling into chaos.

At last, his whole form, like a sand sculpture weathered by wind, dissolved into billions of golden specks of light, slowly fading away across the desolate battlefield, accompanied by a silent sigh.

[Battle Ended]

[Challenger “Qin Feng” Victorious]

[Time Elapsed: Twenty-Five Minutes and Three Seconds]

Qin Feng climbed to his feet, patted the clear fist imprint on his chest, and gasped for breath.

It was not physical exhaustion, but a natural release after twenty-five minutes of intense mental focus.

A smile of pure, unrestrained joy spread across his face.

This was the battle he had craved!

He stood still, eyes closed, replaying the thrilling deathmatch in his mind.

Master Sun’s close-quarters combat back in the day was truly formidable.

Those five perfected fist techniques and one perfected footwork had merged seamlessly in his hands into a perfect, endless cycle.

Offense within defense, defense within offense, speed and slowness interwoven, hardness and softness balanced—almost no exploitable flaw remained.

Only one step away from mastering all six killing techniques!

A freak, a monster!

And what about himself?

Relying solely on his mastered *Fierce Bird Fist Technique*, he could only barely match Master Sun’s system on a technical level.

In the end, his victory came not from superior technique, but from his own unreasonable, monstrously powerful physique—comparable to a young star beast.

It was by sheer brute strength, faster recovery, and longer stamina that he had ground down Master Sun’s projection.

If he had possessed a body as strong as Master Sun’s, defeat would have been almost certain—nine times out of ten.

“My ‘material library’ is still far too barren…”

Qin Feng opened his eyes and let out a heartfelt sigh.

“A single mastered killing technique is powerful, but it stands alone. Against a mature combat system like Master Sun’s, built from multiple perfected techniques, it feels stretched thin, lacking variety.”

“If I had two, or even three mastered killing techniques—one for offense, one for defense, one for footwork—the synergy between them would unleash combat power far greater than the sum of its parts!”

At that moment, Qin Feng gained an unprecedented clarity about his future path of cultivation.

He was no longer content with merely pushing one technique to a higher realm. He yearned to acquire more “materials” to build his own unique, powerful combat system.

Just like Master Sun.

Six complementary techniques forming a combat system, almost reaching mastery in all six!

If all six had been mastered, Qin Feng would have been utterly crushed.

“Master Sun is even more of a freak than I am,” Qin Feng murmured to himself.

Little did he know that that final step often took decades.

In truth, he was the bigger freak.

As his thoughts settled, the grand hall, steeped in historical weight, returned to his view.

[Your battle footage meets the criteria for inclusion in the “Hall of Heroes.”]

[Generating your exclusive projection…]

Qin Feng instinctively looked up toward the front of the hall.

There, beside the spot where Master Sun Chantang’s statue once stood, a new, taller white jade pedestal was slowly rising from the ground.

Countless streams of data light converged and spiraled above the pedestal, finally coalescing into a brand-new statue.

That statue stood tall and firm, with a resolute face—it was Qin Feng himself.

In his hand, he gripped the three-meter alloy war spear, his eyes sharp as blades, gazing into the distance, radiating a keen aura.

Beneath the statue, on the golden nameplate, his information appeared.

Its position had surpassed Sun Chantang, surpassed all three hundred and seventy-two legends in the hall, standing… at the very top!

[Name: Qin Feng]

[Strength at Graduation: Life Index 30.03, Killing Techniques: *Thousand-Army Spear* (Mastered), *Fierce Bird Fist Technique* (Mastered)]

(The End of This Chapter)