Chapter 173: Level 5 Combined Acupoint Realm! The Future Path of Cultivation!

Chapter 173: The Fifth-Level Acupoint Fusion Realm! The Future Path of Cultivation!

When Instructor Yu Han’s heavy admonition about the “number of failures” seared itself like a brand deep into Qin Feng’s mind, he truly returned from that tranquil, far-reaching sea of bamboo and clouds.

What it had unveiled for Qin Feng was the unknown, bloody, and brutal truth of the road ahead toward a higher plane of life.

He remembered that guidance, sinking all warnings and teachings into the depths of his heart.

With a shift of his form, Qin Feng headed back to the Canaan Freshman Cup arena, still roaring with clamor and surging noise.

The matches in the fourth-level division had already concluded, but the clashes of the fifth and sixth levels were just entering their white-hot phase.

When Qin Feng’s figure once again appeared in that spectator area belonging to his friends, the atmosphere of the entire arena was utterly different from when he had left.

This time, he was no longer the focus of all eyes.

He was just an ordinary spectator, merging back into the crowd.

And this time, his mindset had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.

He put away all thoughts of his impending seclusion and immersed his entire being into the matches before him.

Fully focused, meticulous and precise.

The last time he had sat here watching the Freshman Cup was thirty years ago.

Back then, he had only been enrolled for ten years, his life force index barely breaking 20 points, just enough to scrape by the threshold of the third year of high school.

At that time, looking up at the battles in the fifth-level arena, he felt lost in a fog, as if gods were fighting.

The surges of spiritual energy triggered by those fifth-level martial artists with every move, the unpredictable trajectories of their killing techniques—in his eyes, they were nothing but blurry streaks of light, too fast to grasp the mysteries within.

But now…

When Qin Feng’s gaze once again fell upon the battle platform of the fifth-level division, where a fierce duel was underway, the entire world looked different in his eyes.

On the platform, two fifth-level martial artists, both with life force indices exceeding 1,000 points, were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

One wielded a heavy axe, his movements broad and sweeping; each strike whipped up a violent gale, as if it would cleave the platform itself.

The other moved like a phantom, dual blades in hand, weaving through the gaps between axe shadows, his blade light like the moon, ruthless and deadly.

To ordinary students, this was a breathtaking, dizzyingly fast pinnacle showdown.

Yet, to Qin Feng’s eyes, it all became… crystal clear, even somewhat slow.

He could clearly see that when the axe-wielder swung his third strike, a forced change in technique caused a momentary stiffness in his right shoulder muscle lasting 0.003 seconds.

He could clearly see that during the seventh dodge, the dual-blade warrior’s left foot landed at an angle off by 0.5 degrees, weakening his subsequent explosive power by at least ten percent.

He could even clearly deduce that if the dual-blade warrior had seized that opening, abandoning an attack on the opponent’s waist to strike the axe-wielder’s wrist instead, the battle would have ended ten seconds ago.

Countless flaws, countless mistakes, countless better choices…

All of this surfaced in his mind like standard answers circled in red ink in a textbook, vivid and unmistakable.

This feeling was strange.

It signified that his combat skills and insight had already surpassed those two fifth-level martial artists.

“Most fifth-level martial artists only cultivate superior acupoint-opening methods,” Qin Feng silently analyzed in his mind.

“They open all 108 acupoints, their foundation set. Even after completing acupoint fusion, their life force index starts at just 1,080 points. But mine is 3,600 points. A threefold gap in life force brings a comprehensive superiority in neural reaction speed, dynamic vision, and mental calculation ability.”

With this mindset of “dimensional reduction,” Qin Feng watched the fifth-level division matches with keen interest, following them all the way through.

Soon, among the list for the top-100 qualifiers, he spotted a familiar name—Shi Dang.

Shi Dang’s opponent was a martial artist who had also cultivated a superior acupoint-opening method, with a mastery-level killing technique no weaker than Shi Dang’s.

The battle began.

Shi Dang roared, unleashing his formidable stone-man bloodline to its fullest, his attacks surging like a tide.

Yet his opponent was calmer and stronger.

After over a hundred rounds of fierce exchange, Shi Dang made a careless mistake, and his opponent seized a tiny opening. A sharp sword finger struck the acupoint on Shi Dang’s chest, spiritual energy erupted, and he was instantly defeated.

The moment the referee announced the result, Shi Dang’s figure froze in place.

He hung his head, fists clenched, his whole body trembling slightly.

Shi Dang’s original goal was to win the championship.

Because he had already completed acupoint fusion and mastered several first-grade mastery-level killing techniques.

Yet he stopped at the top 100!

When the cruel reality of “stopping at the top 100” truly descended, the immense loss and unwillingness still flooded over him like a tide, drowning him completely.

His proud stone-man bloodline seemed to offer him no great advantage here.

Shi Dang’s physical quality, converted to imperial standards, was only equivalent to “Golden Standard Human Level I.”

And the “mastery-level” killing techniques he possessed were hardly rare in this true gathering of geniuses.

Among those who made it into the top 100, who didn’t have a trump card up their sleeve?

Qin Feng watched the familiar figure on the platform, dejected and pained, just silently observing without speaking.

He knew this was a hurdle Shi Dang had to face and overcome on his own.

At Canaan Star Martial University, no one could live forever in past glory.

Here, all were prodigies, chasing and surpassing each other.

When the fifth-level division finals finally concluded and the champion was decided, Qin Feng stood up directly.

As for the upcoming sixth-level arena…

He merely looked up and cast a distant glance.

On that battle platform for sixth-level martial artists, it was no longer a simple collision of flesh and technique.

Spiritual force, like invisible tentacles, was interfering with reality!

That mode of combat, that way of wielding power, was entirely a different dimension for Qin Feng at present.

Qin Feng understood it not at all.

He was self-aware. After confirming he could gain no useful information from the sixth-level arena, Qin Feng unhesitatingly chose to leave.

…

Outside the arena, the group was about to part ways.

“Old Qin, you’re going back into seclusion again?” Xiong Yanfu asked curiously.

“Just a short seclusion. Fast as half a year, slow as a year or two—just to try acupoint fusion, nothing more,” Qin Feng said with a smile, answering honestly.

“Alright, then. Good luck. When you come out, we’ll have a good drink!” Lei Meng stepped forward and clapped Qin Feng firmly on the shoulder.

Tiemu remained as terse as ever, merely nodding heavily at Qin Feng. “I’ll wait for you.”

Shi Potian stood to one side, watching Qin Feng, and smiled. “Wait till I catch up to you.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

Qin Feng smiled, bidding farewell to his close friends one by one.

…

He returned to that familiar, long‑absent single dormitory.

The room was just as he had left it—clean, tidy, and empty.

Without any unnecessary rest, Qin Feng sat cross‑legged in the center of the training chamber, sank his mind inward, and opened the interface of the Imperial Trading House.

His goal was crystal clear.

In the search bar, he entered the name he had long awaited.

[Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method]

The search results appeared instantly.

It was an ancient jade slip, dark gold in color, as if forged from true solar fire, floating silently on the virtual display stand.

Beneath it, a staggering price was marked.

[Price: 7000 Contribution Points]

There was not a trace of hesitation in Qin Feng’s eyes.

He reached out his finger and pressed firmly on the bright red “Purchase” button.

[Confirm payment of 7000 Contribution Points to purchase Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method?]

“Confirm.”

The next second, his personal account balance plummeted wildly.

And that dark gold jade slip turned into a stream of light, instantly vanishing into his subspace network panel, transforming into a flood of information that unfolded as a holographic video tutorial.

After buying the core technique, Qin Feng did not stop.

He opened the Trading House again and, with practiced ease, entered the potion section.

This time, he did not buy any intermediate or advanced psionic potions.

Instead, he fixed his gaze on a higher grade of cultivation resources, specifically prepared for fifth‑rank warriors.

[Superior Psionic Potion]

[Effect: Contains high‑purity, high‑density psionic particles, quickly replenishing the energy needed for fifth‑rank warriors in acupoint fusion cultivation.]

[Price: 10 Contribution Points per vial]

“I’ll buy ten first and see how they work.”

Qin Feng calculated in his mind and placed the order.

Another 100 Contribution Points were deducted.

After all this, he glanced at his now greatly reduced account.

[Contribution Points Balance: 4109]

“Still over four thousand, enough for now.”

Qin Feng closed the Trading House interface and withdrew all his focus back to himself.

He did not immediately begin acupoint fusion. Instead, he took the newly purchased Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method and studied it from beginning to end dozens of times, until every word and every detail was thoroughly etched into the depths of his soul.

Then, he closed his eyes and began a new round of tedious, prolonged… bitter cultivation.

This time, his goal was to achieve the initial mastery of Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method.

However, the difficulty of cultivation far exceeded his expectations.

This technique demanded far more mental strength than any technique he had practiced before!

He had to maintain intense concentration at all times, using his weak mental power to perceive the complex and mysterious connections—like stellar orbits—among the three hundred and sixty great sun acupoints within his body, then slowly guide them into motion. It was incredibly difficult.

This process was dull, tedious, and extremely draining on the mind.

Time seemed to lose meaning during this seclusion.

One day.

Ten days.

One month.

Three months.

A full six months slipped away like flowing water.

During these six months, Qin Feng barely slept or rested, pouring all his energy into comprehending the Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method.

Finally, just as his mental strength was on the verge of exhaustion, the number representing proficiency on his “Heaven Rewards Diligence” panel finally, with great difficulty, jumped from “9” to “10”.

[Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method (Initial Mastery)]

[Proficiency: 10/1000]

Just reaching initial mastery had taken him a full six months!

Qin Feng let out a long, turbid breath. There was no joy on his face; instead, it was filled with gravity.

After achieving initial mastery, he did not pause. He immediately took out the Superior Psionic Potion he had bought earlier and drank it in one gulp.

“Now is the time!”

With a thought, Qin Feng endured the stinging pain of his meridians being stretched, and following the most basic method recorded in the initial mastery chapter of Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Method, he began attempting to fuse the two acupoints among his three hundred and sixty great sun acupoints that were first opened and most closely connected!

He tried to forcibly draw those two brilliant “suns” representing the acupoints closer, merging them into one!

Yet the process was immensely difficult.

Those two “suns” seemed close at hand, yet separated by an invisible, unyielding barrier.

They attracted each other, yet repelled each other.

Every approach unleashed a powerful recoil, erupting with terrifying psionic energy that scoured Qin Feng’s physical body!

One day, two days…

One month, two months…

A full six months slipped away once more.

He consumed ten vials of Superior Psionic Potion.

But no matter how hard he tried, those two “suns” only kept drawing near and colliding, without the slightest sign of true fusion.

On the last day of the sixth month, when the last trace of medicinal power in his body was exhausted, Qin Feng slowly opened his eyes.

He ceased this futile attempt.

“Not enough resources.”

Qin Feng stared at his empty hands and couldn't help but let out a low, heartfelt sigh.

"A Grade-Tier Psychic Energy Potion might be enough for an ordinary fifth-rank martial artist. But for me, whether in terms of the quality of psychic energy it contains or the quantity, it is already far, far from sufficient."

He had come to a profound realization: his terrifying life force index of 3600 points, while granting him immense power, also demanded an equally terrifying toll in cultivation resources.

"To successfully fuse my acupoints, I must purchase a higher-grade, enhanced psychic energy potion."

Having reached this conclusion, Qin Feng decisively halted his practice of the Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Technique.

With insufficient resources, continuing further would only be a waste of time.

Instead, he turned his attention to another profound art—one that required no resources at all: the supreme nurturing technique, the Ten Complete Hands.

Yet the result that followed was even more disheartening than his failure with acupoint fusion.

A full six months.

He had broken down every single movement demonstrated by Lord Zhou Xiong into thousands of details, imitating and practicing them tens of thousands of times.

He had tried each of the thousand breathing methods one by one, searching for the one that best suited his body and came most naturally.

But... it was useless.

No matter how much sweat he poured, no matter how many times he repeated, the line representing the Ten Complete Hands on his proficiency panel stubbornly displayed a glaring number.

[Ten Complete Hands (Not Yet Initiated)]

[Proficiency: 0/10]

The lowest threshold—the 10 points needed to begin—remained as distant as ever.

Not a single point of proficiency had increased.

He couldn't even find the door!

When the third six-month period also came to an end, Qin Feng concluded this session of seclusion.

In total, one year and six months.

He walked out of the training room and gazed at the long-missed sunlight outside the window, his face showing no trace of discouragement.

This seclusion, from the very beginning, was never meant to achieve any concrete results.

It was merely a preliminary exploration and study of an entirely new realm.

And now, Qin Feng had reached his conclusion.

"Fusing acupoints is far harder than opening them."

"Moreover, it requires more resources—and resources of a higher grade."

"Slow and steady. I'll get there eventually."

Qin Feng smiled.

---

The heavy door of the training room, forged from high-density alloy, slid open slowly to both sides with a low mechanical hum.

Qin Feng walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of his dormitory and looked down at the colossal Canaan Star Martial Arts University below, sprawling like an independent kingdom.

Countless magnetic levitation shuttles zipped along their preset flight paths, like diligent worker bees, weaving back and forth without pause.

Everything was exactly as it had been before his seclusion.

Yet Qin Feng's state of mind had undergone a earth-shattering transformation.

If, before his seclusion, he had been a peerless divine weapon—freshly forged with a perfect edge, sharp and ready to cut through anything—

Then now, after a year and a half of seeking and failing to grasp a higher realm, that razor-sharp edge had been actively and deeply sheathed by his own will.

He had become more composed, more restrained, and more... pragmatic.

He had come to a deep understanding: to tread the path toward a higher level of life, a fearless determination and a will as unyielding as divine iron were far from enough.

One more thing was needed.

The most fundamental, and the most crucial, thing.

—Resources.

A vast ocean of top-tier cultivation resources, enough to sustain his terrifying consumption.

And the only way to obtain such resources was to undertake high-difficulty, high-reward Imperial missions.

Thinking of this, Mentor Yu Han's warning about "staying alive" echoed once again, clear and vivid in his mind.

"To do a good job, one must first sharpen one's tools."

Qin Feng silently recited this ancient proverb.

He directly opened the Equipment Section of the Imperial Trading House.

Since he was about to embark on high-risk missions, a set of equipment that could maximize his survival rate and combat effectiveness was of paramount importance.

He set the filter to "Suitable for Fifth-Rank Martial Artists" and began browsing through the listings one by one.

Soon, a piece of ancient, rugged power armor gleaming with a dark silver metallic luster caught his full attention.

Its design exuded a perfect blend of power and technological aesthetics, and the fierce dragon relief on its shoulders proclaimed its extraordinary nature.

["Minglong I" Multi-Function Tactical Power Armor]

[Compatible Life Force Index: 3600–7200 points]

[Equipment Effect: Instantly enhances basic physical attributes (strength, speed, reaction) by 30%–50% based on the user's neural signals. Built-in 'Deep Sea' high-pressure stabilization system, seventh-generation integrated life support system, and 'Peregrine' micro-lift-off system. Seamlessly connects to subspace intelligent assistant to construct a holographic heads-up display (HUD) interface, providing battlefield data analysis, threat level assessment, mission path planning, and other auxiliary functions. Can be equipped with a large number of infantry-grade standard psychic weapons. Waist section can accommodate numerous trophy attachments.]

[Price: 5000 Contribution Points]

Staring at this string of jaw-droppingly powerful performance specs, Qin Feng's breath caught in his throat.

This was a compact, highly mobile, fully armed personal war fortress!

Whether it was the 50% boost to physical attributes, the life support and pressure stabilization systems that ensured survival in extreme environments, or the micro-lift-off system that allowed a fifth-rank martial artist to experience the thrill of aerial flight for the first time...

All of this was invaluable for a martial artist about to venture onto a death planet to fight for his life against vicious traitors and heretics!

Not to mention the seamless integration with the subspace intelligent assistant, which would keep the martial artist's mind clear and enable correct decisions in the ever-changing chaos of battle!

These 5000 Contribution Points were well worth it!

Qin Feng forcibly suppressed the urge to snatch it up immediately and continued scrolling down.

Soon, he spotted another piece of equipment that made his heart skip a violent beat.

It was a spear.

A spear whose entire body gleamed with a koi-like, reddish-golden alloy sheen.

The shaft was covered in dense, dragon-scale-like patterns, and the spearhead was forged into the shape of a ferocious dragon with its maw wide open. The two eyes, set with unknown gemstones, seemed to hold life, glinting with a chilling light.

[Fifth-Rank Standard Alloy Spear | 'Koi Transforms into Dragon']

[Material: Forged from the Empire Academy of Sciences' latest 'K-78' fifth-rank memory alloy, blended with over thirty types of fifth-rank interstellar metals, integrally pressed and forged.]

[Characteristics: Can withstand prolonged, high-intensity, violent use by martial artists with a life force index below 7200 points. Its special alloy composition grants excellent psychic energy conductivity and force extension, amplifying the power of killing techniques by 5%–8%.]

[Price: 5000 Contribution Points]

When Qin Feng’s gaze slowly drifted away from the price tag of the second “5000 Contribution Points,”

He fell into a long silence.

He did not continue reading further.

Because there was no longer any need.

He simply sat there, motionless, without a word, yet in those deep, profound eyes, there surfaced an emotion he had not experienced in a very long time.

It was a kind of… embarrassment, mingled with helplessness, ruefulness, and self-mockery.

Broke!

Truly broke!

He, the proud champion of the Canaan Rookie Cup’s fourth-level division, clutching a “fortune” of over ten thousand Contribution Points, had thought himself to be “moderately well-off.”

But reality dealt him the loudest, most resounding slap.

That ten thousand Contribution Points, plus his previous savings, after purchasing the *Great Sun Acupoint Fusion Art* that led to a higher realm, left him with just over four thousand points. Before these two top-tier pieces of equipment—the so-called “Fifth-Level Warrior Graduation Gear”—he could not afford even one!

And this was only the power armor and weapon!

He had not yet calculated the cost of those equally expensive third-level killing techniques, each priced at several thousand Contribution Points!

Nor had he calculated the even more costly top-tier potions required for future acupoint fusion cultivation!

He finally understood why Zhou Run, like a “deadbeat,” repeatedly signed up for the Rookie Cup to “shear the sheep.”

Because for high-level warriors, every step of cultivation was a bottomless pit devouring Contribution Points!

Zhou Run sheared ten thousand Contribution Points at a time, did it three or four times, and could already buy many resources.

Qin Feng slowly exhaled a breath.

The pressure was immense.

But pressure breeds motivation.

In his mind, he swiftly mapped out a clear, short-term action plan.

Step one: find a way to earn quick cash.

Step two: use that cash to acquire the “Minglong” power armor and the “Carp Transforms into Dragon” spear—the two pieces of equipment that could maximize his immediate combat power!

Step three: enter the mission system, select suitable, well-paying tasks, and officially begin his “gold-farming journey.”

As for those expensive third-level killing techniques, they could be set aside for now.

Because the many “Mastery Realm” killing techniques he currently possessed—self-created lethal moves like [Golden Throne], [Wind Thunder Shadow Chase], [Fierce Harrier Shadow Chase], and so on—were still sufficient at the fifth level.

Step one: how to earn quick cash?

—Canaan Tower!

A thought, like lightning, flashed through Qin Feng’s mind.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into a faint arc.

Qin Feng smiled.

It seemed he still had a “newbie welfare” he had forgotten to claim.

Every floor of Canaan Tower offered generous, one-time Contribution Point rewards!

With his current terrifying strength—a Life Force Index of 3600 points—to challenge that trial tower that had once stopped him at the 61st floor…

That would not be a challenge.

That would be—shearing the sheep!

When the three words “Canaan Tower” clearly surfaced in Qin Feng’s mind, the slight embarrassment brought on by an empty pocket was instantly replaced by a fierce, confident, and expectant battle spirit.

…

“Hammer, activate the Canaan Tower challenge.”

Qin Feng said.

Hammer quickly replied: “Yes, master. Connecting you to Canaan Tower.”

The cold, metallic space was as vast and silent as ever.

Qin Feng skillfully called up his personal information on the central control light screen.

[Challenger: Qin Feng]

[Current Highest Challenge Record: Floor 61 (Failed)]

Looking at those bright red “Failed” characters, Qin Feng smiled.

That was a long time ago, after returning from the K-7 planetary mission.

Back then, he had just comprehended the killing move [Golden Throne], brimming with pride, and swept through everything.

Until, on this 61st floor, he encountered that cold war machine he still remembered vividly—the “Mechanical God Race: Sentinel-7 Type.”

That opponent had a Life Force Index of 1800 points.

It also possessed cross-dimensional, absolutely rational computing power, capable of quickly identifying his combat habits, that inconceivable fighting style that could predict all his attack trajectories, and that cold mechanical body completely immune to pain and injury. He had challenged it over a dozen times, and each time, he was utterly and hopelessly crushed in every aspect.

But today…

Times had changed.

He had returned.

“Teleport to Floor 61.”

Qin Feng issued the command to the control light screen.

Without the slightest hesitation.

“Wooom—”

With a faint spatial fluctuation, his figure instantly vanished from the transmission hall.

The next second.

When his feet once again landed on that familiar combat platform, composed of countless silver-white metal modules, exuding a futuristic technological aura—

The entire world, in his perception, was already completely different.

Across from him, a hundred meters away, streams of silver liquid metal slowly rose from the ground, rapidly converging, solidifying, and deforming.

Soon, a humanoid creature over three meters tall, its entire body made of a strange alloy gleaming with cold metallic luster, with long limbs and six multifunctional mechanical arms extending from its back like spider legs, stood there.

Its head had no facial features, only a huge, single eye emitting a deep blue light, scanning Qin Feng at an extremely high frequency, analyzing every inch of his data.

Mechanical God Race: Sentinel-7 Type.

Still the same familiar opponent that had once brought him immense frustration.

When Qin Feng’s gaze met that huge blue eye again, his heart no longer held the heaviness and powerlessness of the past.

[Battle Start!]

The cold, emotionless system prompt boomed across the platform.

Almost at the very moment the voice fell.

The Sentinel-7 across from him moved!

The six mechanical arms on its back instantly transformed into six deadly afterimages!

Laser cannon muzzles, high-frequency vibrating blades, electromagnetic pulse generators...

Six completely different attacks, each capable of tearing an ordinary fourth-rank martial artist to shreds in an instant, came blasting toward Qin Feng from six extremely tricky angles, at supersonic speeds!

The coordination of the attacks was so exquisite, the timing so precise, still so flawless, so full of "intelligence."

If it were the old Qin Feng, facing such an onslaught, he would surely have been flustered and struggling to cope.

But now, Qin Feng simply raised his right foot.

Then stomped heavily on the ground!

"Boom——!!!!!!"

An unprecedented, terrifying roar, as if it would shake the entire Tower of Canaan to its foundations, exploded!

With Qin Feng's landing point as the center, the extremely hard combat platform made of special alloy, like a lake surface hit head-on by a giant meteor, instantly sank into a huge, exaggerated basin!

Visible, tsunami-like shockwaves, mixed with countless shattered metal fragments, swept wildly in all directions in a completely unreasonable, destructive manner!

Those six lightning-fast, sure-hit attacks, before that world-shattering shockwave, were as fragile as candle flames in a gale, instantly blown to pieces, deviating from their original trajectories!

And the Sentinel-7 itself didn't even have time to react.

Its seemingly indestructible alloy body, under that pure, brutal, overwhelming physical impact, emitted a series of teeth-grinding "creaks," instantly shaken off the ground, losing all balance in midair!

Now!

Qin Feng turned into a black, blurry afterimage, striking later but arriving first.

In an instant, he crossed a hundred meters and appeared before the completely out-of-control Sentinel-7.

Then, he threw a punch—【Golden Throne】.

"Thud!"

A dull, extreme roar.

Time seemed to freeze.

Vast force surged forth, overwhelming power erupted, instantly vaporizing this war machine!

Instant kill!

Pure power crushing!

When the wreckage of that Sentinel-7 dissipated in the air, the cold system prompt sounded again.

[Victory in battle! Gained Contribution Points x1]

[Congratulations! Successfully cleared Tower of Canaan Floor 61! First-time clearance reward: Contribution Points x50!]

...

From this moment, a crazy "wool-pulling" journey exclusively for Qin Feng officially began!

Floor 63.

Opponents: three massive, mountain-like "Nurgle Crawlers" covered in green slime.

They exuded a nauseating aura of plague and decay, leaving pools of highly toxic pus with every squirm.

Still instant kill.

Floor 68.

Opponents: a hundred "Imperial Rebel Squad" soldiers armed with energy rifles, well-coordinated, adept at crossfire coverage.

The moment the battle began, a torrent of energy beams, like a deadly rain, completely engulfed Qin Feng's position!

But when the light faded.

Qin Feng had vanished.

The next second, he reappeared, charging into the ranks of those hundred rebels like a tiger among sheep.

Punches, kicks, elbow strikes, knee strikes...

No wasted moves; every attack sent a rebel flying like a torn sack, far away!

In just one second, the entire platform was a mess.

[... Cleared Floor 68, gained Contribution Points x50]

Floor 75.

Opponent: a "Shadow Clan Assassin" that could vanish into darkness, with extreme speed.

But before Qin Feng's terrifying neural reaction speed and perception, brought by his 3600 Life Force, the opponent's proud speed and shadow abilities seemed like a joke.

No matter how it flickered or dodged, Qin Feng's gaze always locked onto its position a step ahead.

Finally, just as the Shadow Clan assassin was about to deliver a fatal blow, Qin Feng reached out, and with a precise 【Goshawk Shadow Chase】, gripped its throat.

"Crack."

A crisp sound, battle over.

[... Cleared Floor 75, gained Contribution Points x50]

...

Floor 80... Floor 85... Floor 90!

Qin Feng's path through the floors was unstoppable, like splitting bamboo!

He was like a ruthless bulldozer, crushing one after another of the cosmic myriad race phantoms that seemed incredibly powerful, even nightmarish, to ordinary fourth-rank martial artists!

Contribution Points skyrocketed wildly in this process!

But when he stepped onto the combat platform of Floor 91 with high spirits.

His unstoppable clearing journey finally met its first true challenge.

Across the platform, a massive creature over six meters tall, with bulging muscles, dark green skin, and wearing a crude power armor pieced together from scrap metal and junk, in a full "WAAAGH!" style, slowly climbed up from the ground.

In its hand, it held a giant battle axe, rusted and notched, larger than Qin Feng's entire body!

Greenskin, Armored War Boss!

And what made Qin Feng's eyes grow serious was the opponent's data given by the system.

[Life Force Index: 3600.0]

[Killing Technique Realm: Mastery]

A true powerhouse at the same Life Force level as him!

"WAAAGH!!!"

The moment the battle began, the Greenskin boss let out a deafening roar, charging crazily at Qin Feng with the giant axe!

This time, Qin Feng did not take it lightly.

He turned his wrist, and the alloy long spear appeared in his hand!

"Clang!!!"

The spear and axe collided fiercely together!

A terrifying, monstrous force surged wildly along the spear shaft!

For the first time in this tower climb, Qin Feng's figure was shaken back, step after step!

The battle fell into an unprecedented stalemate.

Again and again, time after time.

In the first challenge, unfamiliar with his opponent's utterly irrational, frenzied fighting style, after a hundred rounds of hard exchange, the enemy traded injury for injury and sent Qin Feng flying with an axe blow. Failure.

In the second challenge, he tried to use footwork to evade, only to discover that the opponent's seemingly bulky body possessed astonishing explosive power and speed completely at odds with its size. Failure again.

Third, fourth... tenth...

Qin Feng challenged a full dozen times!

After every failure, he immediately reviewed the battle, analyzed the opponent's attack habits, and searched for weaknesses.

Finally, on the seventeenth challenge, he seized a fleeting opening revealed by the enemy's rage—a single 【Golden Throne】, the ultimate fist technique killing move that condensed all he had learned, and smashed it fiercely into the green-skinned boss's jaw!

"Boom!"

The enormous head shot into the sky.

The battle was over.

[Victory! Earned Contribution Points x1]

[Congratulations! You have successfully cleared Floor 91 of Canaan Tower! First-time clear reward: Contribution Points x100!]

Standing on the empty platform, Qin Feng leaned on his spear, breathing heavily.

There was no joy in his eyes, only an unprecedented solemnity.

He finally understood the true meaning of Instructor Yu Han's words.

From this floor onward, every opponent would be a terrifying existence like himself—standing at the theoretical limit of a fourth-rank martial artist, with a Vitality Index of 3600 points!

Moreover, their killing techniques, without exception, had also reached the "Mastery Realm"!

"Lifeforms that survive to high levels are no pushovers..."

"Among billions of humans, there are prodigies who have fought their way out... and among the myriad races of the universe, there are also truly fearsome monsters who have emerged through blood and fire..."

Qin Feng murmured to himself.

He knew that every floor from now on would be a true bitter struggle.

...

And indeed, it was as he expected.

On Floor 92, he faced an "Interstellar Zerg · Blade Bug" with the same Vitality Index of 3600 points.

Its attack was like a storm—continuous and relentless—forcing him to challenge over thirty times before finding a way to overcome it.

On Floor 95, he faced an "Abyss Fiend" with an even larger body and even more terrifying defense; he fought more than fifty battles before finally grinding it to death.

Each floor required dozens, even hundreds of attempts.

Each time was an ultimate tempering of technique, will, and character.

Time flew by during this tower climb.

A year and a half.

For an entire year and a half, Qin Feng immersed himself in the Canaan Tower.

—Floor 100.

His opponent was a stone lifeform, three meters tall, its body made of the hardest obsidian-like rock, somewhat resembling Shi Potian... a stone golem.

It carried no weapon.

Its fists were the most terrifying weapons.

This battle was the hardest and longest Qin Feng had ever fought.

He challenged it over five hundred times!

Qin Feng pushed every killing technique he had learned to its utmost.

He stretched his combat wisdom to the limit.

He reviewed and simulated repeatedly, imprinting every movement and every attack pattern of the opponent deep into his soul.

Finally, in yet another challenge, he seized a flaw that he had discovered only after five hundred failures and reviews.

Gripping his spear, he delivered a 【Golden Throne】 and utterly obliterated it!

As the mighty stone lifeform crashed down and shattered into countless rocks,

Qin Feng panted heavily.

And the system notification came belatedly.

[Congratulations! You have successfully cleared Floor 100 of Canaan Tower! First-time clear reward: Contribution Points x100!]

Qin Feng looked up and called up his personal account.

After a year of relentless, maddening tower climbing, his Contribution Point balance had reached a new height.

[Contribution Points: 6229]

Excluding the original 4109, from this tower climb he had earned a total of two thousand one hundred and twenty Contribution Points!

(End of chapter)