Chapter 130: Qin Feng vs Chen Tian

Chapter 130: Qin Feng vs Chen Tian

The clamor of the freshman tournament eventually came to an end.

After two days of fierce and brutal competition, the ultimate "Newcomer King" crown was seized by a youth named "Luo Yi" from the Star River Military Affiliated High School, with a style that was nearly iron-blooded, relentless, and indifferent to injury.

This result made many realize the terrifying combat will of students cultivated by military academies.

Yet with the end of the freshman tournament, the atmosphere of the entire "Arctic Crown" did not relax in the slightest; instead, it grew heavier and more oppressive.

For the true highlight—the senior tournament—was about to begin.

On the massive central light screen, the stern face of the chief referee appeared once more, and his voice rang out across the venue.

"The senior individual tournament is about to commence. Before that, all participating contestants must sign the 'Inter-School League Contestant Accident and Casualty Liability Waiver Agreement.'"

As his words fell, a virtual light screen filled with cold legal clauses popped up on the personal terminal of each participating student.

[Agreement]

[Article 1: I voluntarily participate in this inter-school league and fully understand the dangers of the competition.]

[Article 2: I pledge that during the competition, all consequences of injury, disability, or even death shall be borne solely by myself, and bear no legal or moral relationship with the Empire, the league organizing committee, opponents, or their affiliated schools.]

[Article 3: ...]

Those cold lines of text seemed to narrate the cruelty of the arena.

Here, there was no luck, only strength.

Stepping onto the arena meant entrusting one's life to the blade in hand and one's own fists.

Qin Feng scanned the agreement expressionlessly, then, following the prompts, completed the triple authentication of iris, blood, and spiritual power fluctuation.

Immediately after, a high-value personal accident insurance policy popped up.

In the beneficiary column, Qin Feng unhesitatingly filled in the names of his father, Qin Dahai, and his uncle, Wang Ming.

Having done all this, his heart settled once more.

"The senior tournament adopts a 1v1 single-elimination format. The match list is randomly drawn by the system. Good luck to all."

As the chief referee's words fell, over four thousand names from different schools began to scroll rapidly like a waterfall on the central light screen.

Everyone held their breath.

This purely luck-based draw mode was extremely cruel for students of mid-tier strength.

If luck was poor and one drew top-tier experts like Chen Tian, Liu Feixu, or Zhou Qi in the first round, or a senior with 30.0 vitality, then one could only resign to bad luck and be eliminated in the first round.

A few seconds later, the light screen froze.

The first-round matchups were clearly presented before everyone.

"Damn!"

Qian Duoduo suddenly let out a strange cry. He pointed at Qin Feng's name on the screen, his face full of disbelief. "Old Qin, your luck is just too insane!"

There, after the name "Qiming First Martial High - Qin Feng," followed two bright red and glaring characters that countless contestants envied and resented—[Bye]

...

The first round of matches proceeded methodically.

Qin Feng enjoyed the leisure, continuing to close his eyes and meditate, practicing his "Emperor's Meditation Method."

Just then, his personal terminal, set to the highest priority, vibrated slightly again.

Qin Feng frowned and opened his eyes.

The sender was once again the admissions mentor from "Duna Starry Sky Martial University," Zhang Ruoyu.

[Qin Feng, it seems the A-level contract I offered last time still didn't satisfy you.]

[I underestimated your ambition.]

[Then, allow me to add another, more sincere bargaining chip.]

[If you agree to my special recruitment, besides all the conditions in the A-level contract, our Duna Starry Sky Martial University can additionally provide you with two 'family training' slots.]

[Your immediate family can directly enter our Duna Starry Sky Martial University's affiliated high school—'Duna No.1 High'—for martial cultivation.]

[Qin Feng, you may not understand. 'Duna No.1 High' is located on the capital star of our Duna Star System. The spiritual energy concentration, training resources, and faculty there are over a hundred times richer than in a remote mining star sector like Qiming Star! Your family can receive the top-tier elite education and resource cultivation there! This opportunity cannot be exchanged for any amount of money or contribution points!]

[This is the greatest sincerity I can strive for. I hope you will seriously consider it.]

Zhang Ruoyu's words were filled with urgency and what she believed to be absolute temptation.

And she always thought Qin Feng came from a humble background, so this time she offered preferential terms targeting his family.

However, after reading it, Qin Feng's face showed no ripple.

Instead, his frown deepened.

"Ignore them all."

Teacher Gu Yue's words echoed in Qin Feng's ears.

Qin Feng couldn't be bothered to ponder why the other party was so persistent. He simply moved his mind, called up the terminal's management permissions, precisely located the ID "Zhang Ruoyu,"

and then, without hesitation, pressed the "block" button.

—

Inside the observation tower, the admissions mentors from those Starry Sky Martial Universities were all intently watching the hundreds of arenas below.

Like seasoned hunters, they carefully searched through the sand for any overlooked gold nuggets, hoping to find one or two hidden dark horses not recorded in the data.

The first round ended quickly.

For Qiming First High, luck was not too good.

Qian Duoduo and Shi Potian both unfortunately drew a senior with a vitality index exceeding 30.0 in the first round.

Though both gave their all, they ultimately lost due to the gap in raw strength, stopping at the first round.

However, they were not disheartened by this.

"Damn it, next year I'll come again! Next year, I swear I'll break into the top hundred!"

Qian Duoduo returned from the medical station in the contestant area, cursing, with a few scrapes on his body.

"Next year, my goal is the top thirty-two."

Shi Potian's face was full of fighting spirit; failure only made him crave victory more.

They knew well that their stage was not this year.

As for the sole "Qiming Rising Star" position, Shi Potian felt he might have to wait until the year after next for even a slim chance to contend.

As for Qian Duoduo, he didn't have such unrealistic thoughts at all.

Match after match. In the following several rounds, Qin Feng's path to advancement was almost unbelievably smooth.

In the second round, he drew an opponent. It was a senior from Star River Affiliated High School with a vitality index of 25.7. With one spear strike, Qin Feng directly knocked away his weapon and won easily.

In the third round, the opponent had a vitality index of 27.1 and lost in three moves.

In the fourth round, the opponent had a vitality index of 26.5 and lost in one move.

The fifth round...

He strolled leisurely along the path of advancement.

Mainly because the opponents he encountered were far from top-tier, not even giving him a chance to warm up.

Thus, from start to finish, Qin Feng never revealed any of his true strength.

The seventh round, a bye.

The eighth round, a bye.

When the result of two consecutive byes was announced, a faint murmur rippled through the entire arena.

Everyone felt that this fellow named "Qin Feng" was simply too lucky, almost absurdly so.

The ninth round, he finally drew a powerhouse with a life force index of 30.0.

Everyone thought they would finally witness a fierce clash and see the true depth of last year's "Rookie King."

Yet the result once again left everyone utterly stunned.

That top-tier genius, who could dominate his own school, lasted less than ten seconds before Qin Feng.

Qin Feng used only an ordinary straight thrust, striking after his opponent's move yet arriving first, breaking the opponent's proud perfected-level killing technique, and stopped the tip of his spear precisely before the opponent's throat.

An easy victory.

Still as light as a cloud and as gentle as the wind, still no one could tell how much strength he had actually used.

The tenth round, Qin Feng had another bye.

But this round, the atmosphere in the Qiming No.1 High School spectator section was tense to the extreme.

Because Sun He was up against a senior student from Golden Dragon Martial High School.

It was a brutal, bloody battle.

The opponent's strength was on par with Sun He, both with life force indices around 26.0.

But from the very start, both abandoned all defense, every move aimed at a fatal blow, a life-for-life style of combat.

In the end, after the most violent exchange, both collapsed heavily, covered in blood.

The referee panel, after analyzing a series of complex data including effective attacks and damage assessments, ultimately raised the hand of the Golden Dragon Martial High School student.

Sun He lost.

When he was carried off the arena by the medical robot, his face was as pale as paper, but he still struggled to gesture a "keep going" sign in the direction of Qin Feng, weak and frail.

...

The cruel elimination rounds continued.

When the draw for the eleventh round began, among the more than four thousand spirited participants who had entered the "Arctic Crown," only the final sixty-four remained!

Every single one was a true powerhouse who had fought through mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The atmosphere was heavy to the breaking point.

All eyes were fixed on the massive dueling light screen at the center.

Names scrolled at lightning speed.

Then suddenly froze!

When the names of the first match on the screen became clear, the entire "Arctic Crown" first fell into a deathly silence lasting three full seconds.

Then, the next second, a deafening roar like an avalanche or tsunami exploded!

[Qiming No.1 Martial High School - Qin Feng]

[VS]

[Golden Dragon Martial High School - Chen Tian]

Here it comes!

Since the start of this year's senior student tournament, the first and most eye-catching explosive point had arrived without warning!

"It's here! It's here!"

On the commentary stage, the gold-medal commentator's voice, driven by extreme excitement, began to sharpen, "A destined duel! The sharpest point against the sharpest point! What are we seeing? Last year's 'Rookie King,' who has breezed through this league with a mix of crushing victories and byes, the unfathomably powerful 'Spear of Qiming' Qin Feng, against one of the most recognized contenders for this year's 'Qiming Star General,' a peerless genius who has mastered three perfected-level killing techniques—'Golden Dragon' Chen Tian!"

"..."

Boom—!

At that moment, the entire arena was set ablaze!

In the spectator stands, the students of Qiming No.1 High School instantly rose from their seats, their expressions tense, palms sweating.

While the students of Golden Dragon Martial High School erupted into a frenzy of savage, malicious cheers like wild beasts!

Inside the observation tower.

All the mentors, including the admissions teachers from the top hundred interstellar martial universities, straightened up at once, their eyes blazing as they locked onto the central arena where the ultimate showdown was about to take place.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes.

Qin Feng slowly rose.

He calmly walked down from the spectator stands, through the long player passage.

On the other side, Chen Tian, with a wild and confident grin, strode briskly toward the arena.

The two, one from the left and one from the right, mounted the massive central arena, stained with the blood and sweat of countless geniuses, almost simultaneously.

A hundred meters apart, they faced off.

Qin Feng's expression was as calm as an abyss, his aura restrained.

While Chen Tian radiated soaring battle intent and overbearing presence.

He looked at the inscrutable Qin Feng across from him, a cruel and contemptuous smile spreading across his face.

Then, under the gaze of everyone present, Chen Tian slowly raised his right hand.

And made a clear, unmistakable gesture full of infinite killing intent—a throat-slitting motion.

(The chapter ends)