Chapter 132: Qi Ming General Star! (Second Update, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 132: The Rising Star of Qiming! (Second Update, Begging for Monthly Tickets~)

When Qin Feng's figure stepped down from the arena of the round of sixty-four, the entire Qiming Sports Center remained shrouded in an eerie silence.

The lingering might of that [Ten Thousand Troops Yield] seemed to still hang over everyone's hearts.

In the air, a faint scorched scent of dissipated energy lingered, along with a collective emotion named "shock," almost solidified into substance.

All eyes involuntarily followed the young man, steady in his stride, holding a long spear.

His expression was as calm as still water, as if what he had just accomplished was not a earth-shattering, one-move crippling of a championship favorite, but merely the end of an ordinary training session.

This stark contrast between ultimate power and ultimate indifference was more oppressive than any flamboyant display.

In the seats of Golden Dragon Martial Arts High School, there was a deathly silence.

Their leader, Chen Tian, hailed as the strongest prodigy of Golden Dragon in the past decade, was being carried away on an anti-gravity stretcher by the emergency medical team.

A hideous hole was torn in the chest of his expensive custom power armor, its edges flickering with dangerous sparks, revealing a bloody mess of exposed flesh, while the life support system's alarm blared sharp and piercing.

In contrast, the seats of Qiming First High School held a long-suppressed, almost erupting ecstasy.

Every student from First High stared fixedly at Qin Feng, their eyes mixed with worship, awe, and a heartfelt sense of vindication.

Fifty years of grudges, on this day, were ruthlessly struck back by this junior who had only enrolled a few months ago, in the most domineering and indisputable way.

Qin Feng passed through the crowd and returned to the exclusive viewing area of the 402 dormitory trio.

"Old Qin, you... you're simply inhuman!"

Qian Duoduo was the first to greet him, his chubby face brimming with excitement, waving his fists incoherently. "Let me tell you, that move just now was a stroke of genius! The faces of those Golden Dragon guys turned black as the bottom of a pot. So satisfying! So damn satisfying!"

His voice was loud, drawing the attention of many surrounding students.

Those from Qiming First High School gave Qin Feng thumbs-ups one after another, their faces wearing smiles of shared pride.

"Qin Feng, well done!"

"You've avenged us!"

"So strong!"

Qin Feng nodded kindly to the classmates around him, acknowledging their praise.

His gaze fell on Shi Potian beside him.

Shi Potian's expression was as cold as ever, but his eyes held an unprecedented complexity.

There was relief for his comrade's victory, but more than that, a deep sense of being overwhelmed by the vast gap.

As a fellow genius, also at the limit of a third-level martial artist, Shi Potian knew that even if he used all his hidden cards, he could never block that [Ten Thousand Troops Yield] just now.

——

Qin Feng sat down and opened his personal terminal.

Almost instantly, a series of email notification sounds rang out like dense raindrops.

On the screen, over a hundred unread emails popped up, each with a striking title like "S-Level Special Recruitment Contract Letter of Intent," and the sender column flashed names that thundered in the ears: [Sirius Military Academy Admissions Office], [Cangqiong Martial Arts University Admissions Office], [Beidou Star Palace University Alliance]...

These were none other than the top hundred Starry Sky Martial Arts Universities in the Canaan Galaxy.

Their contracts, densely packed, nearly filled the screen.

Over a hundred such contracts lay quietly in Qin Feng's inbox.

Yet, Qin Feng's reaction was utterly indifferent.

He did not open any of the emails to read the specific terms.

With a light swipe of his finger on the screen, he selected all unread emails, then unhesitatingly pressed the "Ignore All" button.

For him, the praise and recruitment from these Starry Sky Martial Arts Universities were far less important than the upcoming matches.

His goal, from beginning to end, was only one—the Rising Star of Qiming.

And then, Canaan Starry Sky Martial Arts University!

……

After a brief rest, the league continued.

The round of thirty-two began quickly.

Qin Feng's opponent was a senior from Qiming Third Martial Arts High School, named Sun Yi.

His life force index was 30.1, just one step away from a fourth-level martial artist.

He specialized in a killing technique called [Raging Wave Blade Art], which he had already perfected. In previous matches, with his fierce and domineering blade style, he had cut through all challengers, making him a formidable opponent not to be underestimated.

Before the match began, Sun Yi stood at the other end of the arena, his expression extremely solemn.

He had studied the recording of Qin Feng's previous match no fewer than twenty times.

Each viewing made his heart race.

That sense of oppression, even through the screen, still suffocated him.

But he did not give up.

As a martial artist on the path of martial arts, he had his own pride.

Even if he lost, he would lose beautifully!

"Match start!"

The referee's voice rang through the arena.

Sun Yi moved instantly.

He pushed off the ground, his whole body shooting out like a cannonball, his alloy battle blade tracing a brilliant silver arc in the air. On the blade's edge, qi surged, faintly echoing the roar of crashing waves.

"First Form of Raging Wave, Waves Smashing the Shore!"

He used his strongest killing move right from the start.

The blade's momentum layered upon itself, unbroken, as if rolling up a thousand-foot tidal wave, ready to devour everything before it.

Facing this strike, capable of splitting an armored vehicle, Qin Feng's movement was incredibly simple.

He merely extended his long spear gently forward.

No astonishing aura, no flashy technique.

Just this unadorned thrust.

Yet, in Sun Yi's eyes, this thrust instantly filled his entire field of vision.

Qin Feng's spear tip, arriving after but striking first, precisely and unerringly appeared at the weakest, most awkward node in the trajectory of Sun Yi's blade.

That point was where his old strength had been exhausted and new strength had yet to be born—a theoretical flaw in his entire technique system, almost impossible to catch in actual combat.

But now, that flaw was caught.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out.

The spear tip lightly touched the blade's body.

Sun Yi felt an irresistible, exquisitely refined force transmitted from the blade.

This force was not violent, but like the most precise lever, it instantly dismantled all the strength he had accumulated.

His blade momentum, wild as a raging tide, vanished like a punctured balloon.

Then he saw the shaft of the spear bend at an impossible angle, then snap straight.

“Crack!”

The shaft struck his wrist, sending a piercing pain through him; his grip faltered, and the alloy war blade flew from his hand, spinning through the air before landing and embedding itself in the distant ground.

Before he could react, a cold touch had already settled on his throat.

It was Qin Feng’s spear tip.

The entire process, from engagement to end, took less than three seconds.

Sun Yi stood frozen, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

He had lost.

“I… concede.”

Sun Yi forced out these three words, his voice hoarse and dry.

Even after he stepped down from the arena, his mind remained a blank.

He had finally experienced firsthand the chasm-like gap between himself and a prodigy.

The entire audience, after a brief moment of shock, erupted into thunderous applause.

If the previous duel against Chen Tian had showcased an overbearing, unparalleled “kill,” then this match displayed a delicate, meticulous “control.”

“Too easy! It’s like teaching a junior!”

“That Sun Yi is at least a master of a perfected lethal art, yet before Qin Feng, he’s like a child!”

“An unreasonable kind of strength!”

With every move Qin Feng made, he kept redefining their understanding of the word “genius.”

The subsequent round of sixteen and round of eight were nearly replicas of the round of thirty-two.

Qin Feng’s opponents, whether known for speed or famed for defense, no matter how detailed their tactics, all appeared feeble before absolute power.

The match results were without suspense.

Either disarmed within three moves.

Or forced out of bounds within five moves.

One opponent, renowned for his bizarre footwork, couldn’t even touch Qin Feng’s clothes before being struck at a vital point by a single spear thrust, immobilized.

Qin Feng’s path to advancement was so smooth it didn’t resemble a contest among top geniuses, but rather a master’s teaching demonstration.

The audience, from initial shock to gradual acceptance, finally grew numb.

Their only curiosity remained—who could make Qin Feng take things a bit more seriously?

Who could force Qin Feng to reveal his other killing moves?—

The competition entered the final four, the semifinals.

Qin Feng’s opponent was the biggest dark horse of this tournament, Lu Yuan, a senior from Qiming Fifth Martial High School.

This person had a vitality index as high as 30.2, and he had mastered two perfected lethal arts—one was the defensive “Rock-Solid Fist,” and the other was the assassination-oriented “Shadow Bee Blade.”

In previous matches, with a fighting style that was sometimes as steady as a rock and sometimes as swift as a ghost, he had defeated one renowned veteran after another, breaking into the top four and shocking everyone.

Many believed that Lu Yuan’s strength was already on par with Feng Ruyun, who had emerged in his sophomore year and was hailed as the “Light of First High.”

Surely such an opponent could cause Qin Feng some trouble?

On the arena, Lu Yuan took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and assumed the starting stance of “Rock-Solid Fist.”

His eyes were sharp as an eagle’s, his muscles subtly tensed, and he exuded an aura as heavy as a mountain.

“Match start!”

Lu Yuan did not rashly attack like previous opponents.

His feet seemed rooted to the ground, his breath sank to his dantian, and he adopted a purely defensive posture.

He knew well that competing in offense with Qin Feng was like throwing an egg at a rock.

His only chance of victory was to use his most proud defense to exhaust Qin Feng’s edge, then seek that fleeting opportunity for a counterattack.

Qin Feng did not stand on ceremony; his body moved, his spear like a dragon, and he thrust out the technique “Flowing Light Chasing Shadow.”

The spear tip left a trail in the air that was nearly impossible for the naked eye to catch, reaching Lu Yuan in an instant.

Lu Yuan’s pupils contracted sharply!

So fast!

He had no time to think; he crossed his fists in front of his chest, setting up the Rock-Solid Fist stance as if forming an invisible, thick stone wall.

“Clang!”

The spear tip struck the gauntlets, producing a dull, heavy sound.

Lu Yuan felt an overwhelming, irresistible force, and his entire body slid backward uncontrollably for several meters, his feet leaving two glaring white marks on the hard alloy arena floor. His arms went numb, and his heart was filled with terror.

Qin Feng’s first strike failed, and he launched another attack.

The spear in his hand seemed to come alive, transforming into a myriad of spear shadows, sometimes as fierce as a storm, sometimes as elusive as an antelope’s horns, enveloping Lu Yuan from all directions.

Lu Yuan pushed “Rock-Solid Fist” to its limit, his fists dancing so densely that not a breath of air could pass, shielding himself firmly.

“Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The rapid collisions echoed like urgent drumbeats throughout the venue.

Everyone held their breath.

Lu Yuan had actually… blocked it!

With his perfected “Rock-Solid Fist,” he had managed to withstand Qin Feng’s tide-like assault.

Though he retreated step by step, battered and disheveled, he was indeed the first opponent since the tournament began to last more than ten moves under Qin Feng!

“This Lu Yuan has something!”

“His perfected Rock-Solid Fist is something!”

From the audience came waves of exclamations.

Yet on the arena, Lu Yuan knew his own suffering.

His defense seemed impenetrable, but in truth, it was already precarious.

Every spear thrust from Qin Feng precisely struck the weakest joints in his defensive system; the force was not great, but it made him extremely uncomfortable.

He felt as if he were not facing an opponent, but an experienced demolition expert, methodically dismantling his proud fortress.

If this continued, defeat was only a matter of time.

He must counterattack!

A flash of resolve flickered in Lu Yuan's eyes.

In the gap between blocking another round of Qin Feng's attacks, he seized a one-in-a-thousand chance. His left hand, long hidden behind his back, suddenly shot out, fingers pressed together like a blade. A cold gleam sprang from between his fingers—a paper-thin alloy dagger concealed in his wrist guard!

*Shadow Bee Blade*!

This was his true killing move!

The dagger moved without a sound, like a venomous wasp that had been lying in wait, stabbing toward Qin Feng's ribs.

The angle was treacherous, the timing precise—the very essence of his lifelong martial arts.

As if Qin Feng had eyes in the back of his head, his left hand released the gun shaft in a flash, fingers spread wide. Instead of retreating, he advanced, reaching straight for the deadly blade.

Lu Yuan's heart leaped with joy. His opponent dared to catch his Shadow Bee Blade with a bare hand?

But the next second, his smile froze on his face.

He saw Qin Feng's left fingers curl like hooks, exuding a fierce, domineering aura.

*Fierce Bird Fist* — the Osprey Strike!

*Crack!*

A crisp sound rang out.

Qin Feng's left hand struck Lu Yuan's wrist with pinpoint accuracy.

Lu Yuan only heard the sound of his own wrist bone shattering. A searing pain shot through him, and he could no longer hold the dagger.

At the same time, Qin Feng, holding the gun in his right hand, thrust it forward with the momentum.

The gun shaft slammed heavily into Lu Yuan's chest.

*Pfft!*

Lu Yuan was struck as if by lightning. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his entire body flew backward, crashing heavily off the stage.

Then, thunderous applause and cheers exploded!

Qin Feng, in a near-overwhelming display, had won again, storming into the finals!

He withdrew his long spear.

Glancing at Lu Yuan below the stage, Qin Feng gave a slight nod as a gesture of acknowledgment, then turned and walked off the platform.

Returning to the spectator seats, he did not rest immediately but instead fixed his gaze on another stage where a semifinal was underway.

There, two contestants were locked in fierce combat.

One was the renowned figure Liu Feixu, known for her speed and footwork.

The other was another dark horse that had surged forth in this tournament, Zhou Qi from Qiming Second Martial Arts High School.

...

On the stage, Liu Feixu's figure moved like a ghost.

Her alloy longsword traced dazzling silver arcs through the air, weaving layers of sword net that completely enveloped her opponent.

*Flowing Cloud Swordplay* and *Phantom Step* had both reached great mastery; combined, her attacks were agile and deadly.

Yet her opponent, Zhou Qi, stood like a reef unshaken amidst raging waves.

Zhou Qi was not tall, but exceptionally sturdy.

He fought bare-handed, wearing a pair of heavy alloy knuckle dusters on his arms. Facing Liu Feixu's lightning-fast attacks, he neither dodged nor evaded, simply countering each move.

His movements were not fast, even somewhat clumsy.

But every punch he threw was heavy and powerful, striking precisely at the weak points in Liu Feixu's swordplay, forcing her to withdraw her blade in defense.

"This Zhou Qi has such strong defense!"

Qian Duoduo exclaimed in amazement. "Liu Feixu's speed is already at its peak, yet she still can't find a weakness or break through his defense."

Shi Potian's gaze was grave as he said in a low voice, "It's not that his defense is strong—it's that he has too many boxing techniques."

As Shi Potian had said, the situation on stage was undergoing a strange shift.

At first, Zhou Qi used a set of bold, unbridled, and fiercely powerful boxing techniques, firmly holding his ground.

But as Liu Feixu's attacks grew more urgent, Zhou Qi's boxing style actually changed!

His punches shifted from the earlier ferocity to a soft, treacherous cunning, targeting the gaps in Liu Feixu's footwork, forcing her to slow down and scramble to respond.

"That's *Silk Reeling Hands*! *Silk Reeling Hands* at the Perfection Stage!"

A student cried out in surprise.

Before the words faded, Zhou Qi's boxing style changed again.

This time, his fists rained down like a storm, weaving an impenetrable net of punches before him.

"*Thousand Leaf Fist*! Also at the Perfection Stage!"

"And his footwork! That's *Rock Steady Step*, also at the Perfection Stage!"

"Heavens! How many Perfection Stage killing techniques does this Zhou Qi actually master?"

Exclamations rose one after another.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhou Qi was like a walking treasure trove of martial arts. In the span of just a few minutes of battle, he had switched between five completely different boxing techniques, all without exception at the Perfection Stage, along with one footwork technique also at the Perfection Stage!

Six Perfection Stage killing techniques!

This number sent chills down the spines of the senior students.

To cultivate six killing techniques simultaneously and push them all to Perfection—what terrifying talent and perseverance did that require?

It was simply unbelievable!

Liu Feixu was completely on the defensive.

Her proud speed was utterly suppressed by Zhou Qi's endless array of boxing techniques and his rock-solid footwork.

In the end, after she revealed a flaw, Zhou Qi landed a fierce *Mountain-Crushing Fist* directly on her chest, sending her flying out of the arena.

Zhou Qi wins!

He advances to the finals!

The entire venue erupted in uproar.

No one had expected the final match to be a showdown between two such wildly different "monsters."

One was Qin Feng, a master of spear techniques with unparalleled skill and unknown depths.

The other was Zhou Qi, the extraordinary dark horse burdened with six Perfection Stage killing techniques, a master of diverse arts with unfathomable foundations.

—

In the observation tower.

"How interesting."

"One walks the path of refinement, the other the path of breadth. Both are fine prospects. This Zhou Qi, though his skills are mixed and lack a system, to push six killing techniques all to Perfection—such determination is truly rare."

The instructors from various martial arts high schools nodded one after another, their gazes toward Zhou Qi filled with approval.

Soon, the brief rest period ended.

The long-awaited final match is about to begin.

The central main arena of Qiming Sports Center slowly rises, with dazzling lights converging upon it, illuminating the entire venue as bright as day.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of spectators, Qin Feng and Zhou Qi slowly ascend the platform from opposite ends.

Qin Feng still wears light armor, holding that seemingly ordinary dark iron spear, his expression indifferent, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

Zhou Qi, meanwhile, flexes his hands clad in knuckle dusters, his joints cracking with crisp sounds.

A powerful confidence radiates from his face, and his gaze toward Qin Feng brims with soaring battle intent.

In his view, though Qin Feng is formidable, he has merely perfected one spear technique and one fist technique.

As for himself, he possesses six perfected killing techniques; in terms of variation and depth, he far surpasses Qin Feng.

Playing it steady, Zhou Qi believes he has over a seventy percent chance of victory.

"Final match: Qin Feng versus Zhou Qi! Begin!"

At the referee's command, the atmosphere of the entire venue instantly ignites to its peak!

Yet the two on the arena do not make the first move.

Qin Feng stands silently, his gaze fixed on Zhou Qi.

He cannot help but recall his recent duel with the residual image of his benefactor, Sun Chantang, in the Hall of Heroes.

Master Sun was also a master of the multi-killing-technique system.

But the feeling the two give Qin Feng is utterly different.

In Master Sun's residual image, the multiple perfected killing techniques within him were perfectly fused, each serving as the foundation for the others.

Fist, palm, finger, leg, body movement—everything formed an inseparable whole.

One technique moves, and a hundred techniques move; offense and defense shift seamlessly, smooth and flawless.

That was a true "combat system."

A being that had truly touched the threshold of the Domain of Control.

But this Zhou Qi before him...

In Qin Feng's eyes, Zhou Qi's six perfected killing techniques complement each other only superficially, each acting independently, with even hidden conflicts and stiffness between them.

His so-called six perfections are merely six isolated points—not connected into lines, let alone woven into a surface.

Seemingly powerful, but in truth, outwardly strong and inwardly weak.

"Compared to Master Sun, he falls far short."

Qin Feng calmly reaches this conclusion in his mind.

Just as Qin Feng observes Zhou Qi, Zhou Qi makes his move.

Without any feint, he stomps the ground with his "Steadfast Step," and like an arrow from a bow, instantly closes the distance between them.

His right hand forms a fist, unleashing the fierce "Mountain-Crushing Fist" with the momentum to shatter rocks and split mountains, driving straight at Qin Feng's face!

Faced with this earth-shattering punch, Qin Feng's response is so simple that it leaves everyone stunned.

He merely holds his spear horizontally before him.

The spear shaft, like an insurmountable chasm, firmly blocks Zhou Qi's fist.

"Clang!"

In the dull impact, Zhou Qi feels as if his fist has struck a mountain forged from ten-thousand-year dark iron; a tremendous recoil surges through him, churning his blood and energy.

Before he can change his move, Qin Feng flicks his wrist, and the spear shaft slides upward along Zhou Qi's arm.

Zhou Qi's heart tightens; he instantly switches his fist technique, his left hand tracing a tricky path to execute "Silk-Wrapping Hand," trying to entangle Qin Feng's spear.

But Qin Feng's spear seems to foresee the future—the moment Zhou Qi changes, his attack shifts accordingly.

The upward-cutting shaft suddenly slams downward, striking heavily at Zhou Qi's lower body.

Zhou Qi reacts swiftly, altering his footwork again, narrowly dodging the blow.

Yet before he can steady himself, Qin Feng's spear tip has already transformed into countless starlike points, enveloping him.

For a moment, the arena is filled with a blur of spear shadows, with no human form visible.

Zhou Qi is completely on the defensive.

He unleashes his six perfected killing techniques to their utmost, constantly switching between fist techniques, footwork, and body movements, trying to break free from Qin Feng's suppression.

But no matter how he changes, Qin Feng's spear always anticipates his moves, sealing off all his paths and shattering every attack.

His six perfected killing techniques, before Qin Feng's seamlessly integrated and effortlessly controlled spear art, appear utterly clumsy and laughable.

He feels like a child draped in divine weapons, flustered and full of openings before a martial arts master wielding a wooden staff.

"How... how can this be?"

A storm rages in Zhou Qi's heart.

His confidence, under the relentless and flawless pressure of Qin Feng's spear, is being eroded bit by bit.

He possesses six perfected killing techniques, yet cannot withstand Qin Feng's spear art at all!

In the stands, everyone is dumbfounded.

The anticipated clash of titans never materializes.

What appears is a complete, one-sided domination.

Forty seconds have passed since the match began.

In those forty seconds, Zhou Qi has exhausted every trick.

"It's time to end this."

Qin Feng's eyes suddenly sharpen.

He has seen through all of Zhou Qi's changes.

In his eyes, the opponent's so-called six perfected killing techniques hold no more secrets.

He takes a step forward, and wind and thunder arise.

The spear in his hand, like a volcano long pent up, erupts in this moment!

The power of the Domain of Control is laid bare!

【Shadow of the Shrieking Harrier】!

The spear, like a harrier, thrusts out at an eerily odd angle.

A streak of light, invisible to the naked eye, pierces the air, piercing Zhou Qi's already gap-ridden defense.

Zhou Qi sees only a blur; a chill of death instantly envelops his entire body.

He tries to dodge, to block, but his body cannot keep up with the speed of his thoughts.

Pfft.

A soft sound.

The icy spear tip stopped precisely before his throat, not a hair's breadth off.

The sharp aura surging from the spear point stung his skin with pain.

Zhou Qi's entire body stiffened, all his motions halting abruptly.

He stared blankly at Qin Feng, so close, at those eyes calm without a single ripple, and cold sweat instantly slid down his forehead.

The entire arena fell into dead silence.

Time froze at fifty-two seconds.

The referee, stunned for a few seconds, finally reacted and announced loudly:

"The match is over! The victor—Qin Feng!"

"The final champion of this Qiming Star Inter-school League, the recipient of the 'Qiming Star General' is—from Qiming First Martial Arts Senior High School, Qin Feng!"

After a brief silence, a roar of cheers like an avalanche or tsunami erupted throughout the Qiming Sports Center, as if it would tear the roof off the venue!

All the mentors and admissions officers from Starry Sky Martial Arts University stood up instantly.

"Mastery Realm!"

"Not just touching the threshold of Mastery Realm—truly the Mastery Realm!"

"His Thousand Army Spear and Fierce Bird Fist Technique have both reached the Mastery Realm!"

"A genius of unparalleled brilliance!"

The crowd exclaimed in shock.

(The chapter ends)