Chapter 191: The Terror of the Level 4 Killing Method! Top-grade Primal Acupoint Progresses Rapidly

Chapter 191: The Terror of Level Four Killing Techniques! Rapid Progress with the Supreme Grade Yuan Cavity! The Thirty-Year Ambition for Planetary Level!

The next morning.

Before dawn broke, within cultivation chamber A-73, a profound silence reigned.

Qin Feng sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, eyes shut tight, his mind immersed in a state of serene emptiness.

The entire space, forged from "Void Stone," shielded him from all tangible and intangible external disturbances, offering a perfect, utterly focused environment for cultivation.

The mental energy manipulation technique he had just begun to grasp yesterday was now slowly circulating under his will.

That silver stream, formed from countless specks of mental energy, extended from his sea of consciousness, precisely and gently probing the cavity at his chest.

There, a "Supreme Grade Yuan Cavity," as if compressed from billions of stars and radiating a dazzling golden light, pulsed slowly. Each beat seemed to synchronize with the very breath of the universe.

"Shake!"

With a thought from Qin Feng, the stream of mental energy, like an invisible giant hand, abruptly plucked at that massive Yuan Cavity!

Hum—

A resonance, as if from the depths of his soul, echoed through his inner world.

Stimulated, the Supreme Grade Yuan Cavity instantly erupted with surging, pure, and utterly refined golden spiritual energy!

This energy was no longer the wild torrent that required strenuous guidance; under the constraint and aggregation of mental power, it transformed into gentle yet terrifyingly potent tides.

The golden tides washed over his limbs and bones, penetrating every cell, every tendon, every shred of marrow, again and again.

On the path of martial arts, once the life force index surpassed 30 points and the mortal body evolved into a transcendent form, there was no longer a fixed "body-forging method."

Subsequent stages—opening cavities, merging cavities, and now the Yuan Cavity stage—all followed a single, unchanging principle, returning to the most basic and efficient truth: using one's own higher-quality energy to baptize, temper, and drive the flesh, completing life's leap through the eternal trilogy of "limit-recovery-elevation."

The quality of the Yuan Cavity was the key.

The higher the quality, the purer the spiritual energy stored and released, the greater the "pressure" on the body, the higher the "limit" it could push toward, and naturally, the faster the progress.

Time slipped away amidst these golden tides.

When the preset alarm on his personal terminal sounded, a full morning of cultivation had ended.

Qin Feng slowly withdrew his energy, sensing his physical strength, and called up his personal panel.

The next moment, he was utterly stunned.

"???"

A cascade of enormous question marks flooded his mind.

He even thought he had misread the numbers on the panel.

[Life Force Index: 7210.0 points]

He was completely dumbfounded.

One morning!

In just one morning of cultivation, his life force index had increased by a full 10 points!

What terrifying speed was this?!

Qin Feng's breath quickened slightly, and an immense, indescribable shock struck his heart.

He recalled his earliest days on the martial path—to raise his life force by 10 points, he had to sweat profusely and train hard for an entire year.

When opening cavities, it took nearly three months of relentless day-and-night effort to gain 10 points.

During the cavity-merging stage, even with a flood of top-tier resources, drinking spiritual energy potions like water and recovery potions like meals, pushing every condition to the limit, it still required at least a full month to increase life force by 10 points!

And now…

Now, just sitting quietly for a single morning, his efficiency surpassed the sum of a hundred or a thousand times his past efforts!

"Life force index 7210 points…"

Qin Feng murmured, his mind racing with calculations. "The first major threshold is 18,000 points, so I still need 10,790. At this rate, 20 points a day, 7,300 a year. That means in less than 1,500 days, about four years…"

"Four years! If I don't hit any bottlenecks along the way, I'll need only four years to reach the first major threshold!"

"Pushing further, the second threshold, the third… barring major surprises, I might need just thirty years to complete all six levels of the Soaring Void stage and qualify to challenge 'Planetary Life Form,' then graduate from Canaan Starry Sky Martial University!"

Thirty years!

This number plunged Qin Feng into a long silence again.

He finally understood, deeply and personally, why Mentor Yu Han and Battle Group Commander Feng Zhiyu had said that forging a "Supreme Grade Yuan Cavity" would make the path ahead smooth.

It was far more than smooth!

The decades of solitary, arduous training, the agony of opening 360 Great Sun Cavities, the desperate honing of himself on the edge of life and death… all the hardships, all the struggles, now transformed into the sweetest, most abundant reward!

The feeling that everything he had sacrificed was being repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold, was utterly magnificent.

"No, I must not rush."

After the immense joy, Qin Feng quickly calmed down. His temperament had long been tempered to rock-solid steadiness.

He recalled his early days at Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, when he possessed mastery-level killing techniques but, due to a severe lack of technique material, his combat strength stagnated for a long time.

"I must not forget past lessons."

"The foundation must be laid unshakably solid."

"Now, I have the top-tier platform of Canaan Starry Sky Martial University and unparalleled cultivation speed. Time is what I least lack. I absolutely must not repeat past mistakes just to graduate quickly."

"At the very least, I must use this platform to amass a sufficiently rich 'family fortune.' For instance, mastering dozens, even hundreds, of powerful level-six killing techniques to the 'Mastery Stage.' Only then should I consider graduation. For this, even if I spend an extra ten or even twenty years at the university, it will be entirely worth it!"

"Once I leave, earning contribution points will be incredibly hard. And there won't be reputation points as additional rewards."

Qin Feng's gaze had become extraordinarily far-sighted.

For him, ten years was no longer a long stretch on a martial path that spanned centuries or millennia.

He glanced at the time on his personal terminal. The agreed meeting time with Long Yu and the others was approaching.

He slowly rose, pushed open the heavy door of the cultivation chamber, and strode toward the exclusive "combat zone" of the Fearless Battle Group.

Unlike the absolute silence of the cultivation area, the combat zone buzzed with intense activity.

People came and went, battle group members training with wild abandon.

The clang of weapons, the roar of energy explosions, the excited shouts of martial artists—all interwove into a symphony of power and passion.

Qin Feng could sense that the martial artists here possessed formidable auras.

Most were level-six Soaring Void warriors, and occasionally he glimpsed figures with unfathomable presences—senior students at level seven, eight, or even the legendary level nine, silently honing their killing techniques.

Qin Feng found a corner and stood quietly, waiting for Long Yu and the others.

Just then, a voice filled with surprise and uncertainty sounded nearby.

"Huh? Brother, may I ask… are you Qin Feng?"

Qin Feng turned to look. A burly man, muscles like rocky crags, holding a pitch-black iron staff, was greeting him.

The man's face was brimming with barely contained astonishment and excitement.

"It is indeed I."

Qin Feng nodded and replied politely.

"Ha ha ha ha! It really is you! I've long heard of your name! I've long heard of your name!"

Upon confirmation, the burly man immediately strode over with a booming laugh.

"My name is Wan Kun!"

He announced himself without any hesitation, clasping his fists toward Qin Feng, his voice as resonant as a bell. "Brother Qin Feng, your reputation thunders in my ears! In the fifth-level division, on a nightmare-level mission, you single-handedly accounted for seventy-five percent of the damage output, dragging our Fearless War Brigade back from the brink of elimination and securing our championship! I, Wan, am full of admiration! Might I have the honor of sparring with Brother Qin Feng?"

His eyes blazed with fierce fighting spirit, yet there was not a trace of malice or provocation—only the pure, martial yearning of a warrior for the strong and the desire to test skills.

"I specialize in staff techniques, but I also practice spear and saber. I've just cultivated a fourth-level staff killing move to 'Minor Mastery.'"

"My vitality index is 7,300 points, with 'Superior Mysterious Orifices.'"

Wan Kun spoke candidly.

This was the martial ethos of the Fearless War Brigade, and indeed of the entire Can Nan Star Martial University.

Warriors tempered by blood and fire are forever respected.

And proving one's learning through actual combat is their finest form of exchange.

Qin Feng had just finished studying the mental-psychic application of the fourth-level killing technique *Heavy Spear*, and was fretting over the lack of an opponent to test it in real combat. Now, seeing someone voluntarily challenge him, the fighting spirit within him began to simmer.

"Good!"

Qin Feng's reply was crisp and decisive, his eyes also gleaming with battle intent. "I specialize in spear techniques, but my fourth-level killing move hasn't even reached the threshold."

"Ha ha ha! No matter! Strength isn't just about realm! Come, let's fight!"

Wan Kun laughed even more excitedly upon hearing this.

Soon, the two walked one after the other onto a nearby empty arena, a massive platform forged from ultra-high-strength alloy.

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On the arena, Qin Feng and Wan Kun stood facing each other, a hundred meters apart.

Neither wore heavy power armor; they were clad only in basic alloy light armor.

Such armor offered limited protection but excelled in lightness and flexibility, imposing no constraints on a warrior's movements—the standard gear for daily sparring and training.

In Qin Feng's hand was a standard-issue silver alloy long spear.

The shaft was straight, the lines smooth, with no superfluous ornamentation, exuding a simple yet deadly sharpness.

Wan Kun, meanwhile, wielded a pitch-black alloy staff nearly three meters long.

The staff was thick and heavy, giving an impression of immense, mountain-moving weight.

This was a duel between spear and staff.

More than that, it was a clash between "Supreme Mysterious Orifices" and "Superior Mysterious Orifices," between a sixth-year freshman who had just begun and a sixth-year veteran steeped in years of experience.

Below the arena, more and more brigade members gathered to watch.

The names of Qin Feng and Wan Kun were both quite renowned within the Fearless War Brigade, and this impromptu sparring naturally drew everyone's attention.

There was no referee, nor was one needed.

For sixth-level warriors with vitality indices exceeding seven thousand points, their control over their own strength had long reached a micro-level.

Every ounce of force, every burst of energy, could be precisely governed.

In a non-lethal spar, the chance of accidental injury was negligible.

Moreover, at their level, the body's regenerative abilities were already terrifying.

Even if some minor flesh wounds occurred, they were inconsequential and would heal in an instant.

The air seemed to freeze the moment their eyes met.

The next instant, battle erupted!

"Boom!"

Almost simultaneously, both figures exploded from their starting positions, their feet stomping the alloy arena with a deafening, strained roar.

Two afterimages flashed across the hundred-meter gap in the blink of an eye, like colliding meteors, converging fiercely at the center of the arena!

"Clang—!"

The spear's tip and the staff's body met precisely in midair, unleashing a thunderous metallic clash.

A visible shockwave radiated wildly from the point of impact, spreading in all directions.

The violent force traveled along their weapons to their arms, but was instantly neutralized by their formidable physiques and exquisite techniques for dissipating power.

A single exchange—equal!

Yet this was only the beginning!

Wan Kun's eyes blazed with intense battle spirit. With a flick of his wrist, the heavy staff in his hands seemed weightless, transforming into an impenetrable curtain of black shadows that descended upon Qin Feng with the force of a thunderstorm!

Each shadow of the staff carried a peculiar psychic energy fluctuation.

Facing this storm of attacks, Qin Feng's gaze remained calm as still water.

His mind entered absolute clarity. The teaching footage of the fourth-level spear killing move *Heavy Spear*, which he had just acquired, flashed through his thoughts like a slideshow.

"...Use the spirit as a guide, construct a triangular stable force field at three psychic energy nodes..."

"...At the moment of thrusting, draw the gathered psychic energy to spiral along the spear's spine, increasing force by thirty percent..."

Relying on his combat instincts, which had long reached the pinnacle of mastery, Qin Feng wielded his spear to parry Wan Kun's attacks while clumsily and awkwardly attempting to apply the principles of *Heavy Spear* in real combat.

He drew upon that thread of silver psychic energy, trying to touch and guide the surging golden psychic power within him, and according to the method of *Heavy Spear*, construct the so-called "triangular stable force field."

Yet between ideal and reality lay a vast chasm.

His psychic guidance was intermittent.

The force field he built was unstable, on the verge of collapse.

He felt like a child just learning to walk, forced to perform an incredibly complex gymnastics routine.

In contrast, Wan Kun's movements were fluid and natural, exuding the bearing of a grandmaster.

His psychic guidance and technique changes were perfectly integrated, without any hesitation.

The pitch-black staff in his hands was sometimes swift as the wind, turning into a blur of countless phantoms that dazzled the eye;

at other times, it was heavy as a mountain, each swing carrying a terrifying power that could split rocks and shatter mountains.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense clashing of weapons rang out like a torrential downpour in a gale.

Under Wan Kun's relentless assault, Qin Feng's figure began to retreat step by step.

"Wan Kun's speed... is so fast!"

In the heat of the fierce exchange, Qin Feng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He was shocked to discover that Wan Kun's speed in striking was not inferior to his own, and in certain bursts, even seemed to surpass him by a hair!

This discovery sent a violent tremor through his mind.

He knew well that his physical body was a monster among monsters!

Its potential rivaled that of a juvenile starry sky beast of the same rank!

Under the same life force index, his absolute strength, absolute speed, and even his endurance should have been dozens of times greater than the standard for a Golden Blood human!

This had always been his greatest capital for crushing opponents of the same rank.

Yet now, an opponent whose life force index was merely a hundred points higher than his had managed to match or even subtly surpass him in speed!

"So this is the power of a fourth-level killing technique?!"

Qin Feng instantly grasped the key.

The perfect fusion of mental strength and spiritual energy not only amplified destructive power but also explosively enhanced every aspect of a warrior's capabilities in all directions!

It was precisely by relying on his "minor mastery" of a fourth-level staff technique that Wan Kun had forcibly bridged the vast chasm in their physical foundations!

Another dozen or so rounds of fierce exchange ensued.

On the arena stage, golden spear shadows and black staff shadows intertwined madly, sparks bursting forth like festive fireworks.

Though still at a disadvantage, Qin Feng's retreating steps had stabilized.

And in the midst of battle, his understanding of how to integrate mental strength into his spear technique had shifted from utter clumsiness to a faint glimmer of sensation.

He began to vaguely perceive the "point" where mental strength and spiritual energy converged, and clumsily started to attach strands of that fused energy to the tip of his spear.

Yet just as he was finding his rhythm, the battle came to an abrupt end in the blink of an eye.

Wan Kun's combat experience was far more seasoned than he had imagined!

After another fierce exchange, Wan Kun seized a fleeting flaw—a momentary break in the flow of Qin Feng's mental strength and spiritual energy!

A sharp gleam flashed in his eyes. His staff suddenly changed tactics, abandoning its sweeping, majestic style to transform into a venomous serpent. At an impossible angle, it struck with pinpoint precision, lightly tapping the shaft of Qin Feng's spear.

That exact point was the weakest node in Qin Feng's nascent attempt to channel the "mental-spiritual energy aggregate"!

"Wum!"

A peculiar vibrational force, originating from that point, instantly coursed through Qin Feng's entire spear.

Qin Feng felt a numbing shock in his tiger's mouth. An irresistible, subtle force transmitted through, and the alloy spear in his hand slipped uncontrollably from his grip, arcing through the air to land with a clatter far away at the other end of the arena.

The battle was over.

From start to finish, it had taken thirty-two seconds.

Qin Feng stared at his empty hands, then at Wan Kun, who stood staff in hand, still holding his striking posture. A wry smile crept onto his face.

Defeated. Cleanly and decisively.

"Brother Qin Feng, what terrifying strength!"

Yet to Qin Feng's surprise, Wan Kun, the victor, sheathed his staff without a trace of pride. Instead, his face was filled with profound astonishment and shock.

He strode quickly to Qin Feng and offered a heartfelt compliment: "I thought that with my minor mastery of a fourth-level killing technique, I could defeat you within ten rounds. But I never expected you to rely on your outrageously unreasonable physical body and your master-level fundamentals to narrow the gap in our killing techniques by so much!"

Wan Kun shook his head, sighing with emotion: "A fourth-level killing technique isn't just a difference in skill—at our level, whose fundamentals haven't been honed to perfection? It brings pure, all-around suppression in explosive power, destructive force, and speed! For you to fight me to this extent with an uninitiated killing technique... your body is simply terrifying!"

"Senior Wan, I am the one who lost."

Qin Feng retrieved his spear, his tone wry. "Your staff technique is sharp and unpredictable. I admit I am no match."

"Ah, that's only because you haven't even started learning a killing technique!"

Wan Kun waved his hand emphatically, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Qin Feng. "Once you master a fourth-level killing technique, your combat power will become absolutely terrifying! For now, think of me as a temporary whetstone on your martial path!"

He laughed heartily and patted his chest. "Among the tens of thousands of sixth-level warriors in the Fearless War Group, I rank somewhere around the middle-upper tier. You lost to me today, but I look forward to the day you defeat me! I believe that day won't be far off!"

"Good!"

Qin Feng looked at this straightforward, open-minded senior and nodded solemnly, a smile on his face.

Though he had lost this battle, it had given him the most direct and profound understanding of the combat style of sixth-level warriors and the terrifying power of a fourth-level killing technique.

As Qin Feng and Wan Kun stepped down from the arena, the long-suppressed murmurs around them erupted like a bursting dam.

That brief yet extraordinarily brilliant duel had left a tremendous visual and spiritual impact on every spectator.

"Both Qin Feng and Senior Wan Kun are monstrously strong!"

A newly promoted sixth-level warrior muttered to himself, the shock still fresh on his face.

"What do you know!"

A senior beside him looked at him as if he were a country bumpkin, his tone filled with awe. "The truly strong one is Qin Feng! His physical body is absolutely terrifying!"

"Exactly!"

Another chimed in. "We all know Senior Wan Kun's strength. His fourth-level killing technique, the 'Sea-Overturning Staff,' has already reached minor mastery, placing him in the upper-middle tier among his peers in the entire war group! Logically, fighting a newcomer who just broke through and hasn't even started a fourth-level killing technique—even with top-tier energy apertures—should have been a total rout!"

"And what happened? Qin Feng held on for a full thirty-two seconds! Did you see? He relied on his freakish, unreasonable physical potential and his terrifyingly solid fundamentals to make up for the huge gap in killing technique levels!"

"Hiss—if that's the case... just how terrifying are Qin Feng's foundations?"

"No wonder they call him 'Qin the Beast'... That nickname fits. A starry sky beast in human skin—truly living up to its reputation!"

The murmurs and exclamations reached Qin Feng's ears clearly.

But he merely smiled and let them pass.

Praise or scorn from others could no longer shake his rock-solid martial heart.

What mattered more to him were the shortcomings he had exposed in that battle and his newfound understanding of the power of a fourth-level killing technique.

Just then, three familiar figures pushed through the chattering crowd and came before him.

They were Long Yu, Nisang, and Ning Jing.

"We just arrived and saw you coming down from the arena."

Long Yu's face bore a gentle smile. He glanced at Wan Kun, who was nearby boasting about the fight to his friends, and asked curiously, "How did it go? How was your spar with Senior Wan Kun?"

Qin Feng smiled frankly, holding up three fingers. "I lost. Lasted thirty-two seconds."

"Tsk, lasting thirty-two seconds under Wan Kun is already impressive."

Unexpectedly, Ning Jing, known for his pickiness and high standards, was the first to let out a heartfelt sigh.

He looked at Qin Feng with a complex expression tinged with a hint of "shared suffering." "After I broke through last time, I eagerly challenged Senior Wan Kun too. I lasted three seconds before he swept me off the arena with one strike. Comparing people really makes you furious."

He shook his head, his tone filled with helplessness at Qin Feng's freakish physique.

"Your physical foundation is simply too terrifying. I dare say that before the planetary level, as long as everyone's killing technique mastery is on the same level, no one can beat you. Unless... your opponent's killing technique reaches the 'Mastery Realm.'"

"Enough."

Nisang waved his hand carelessly, cutting off Ning Jing's lament. His eyes burned with fighting spirit as he looked at Qin Feng. "Since the warm-up is over, it's our turn next! No more talking—let's begin!"

"Good!"

Qin Feng replied with a smile, gripping his spear tightly once more.

And so, in this bustling, lively combat zone, four young and powerful figures began their agreed-upon, frenzied daily training.

Sometimes they sparred among themselves.

Long Yu's blade was as steady as a mountain, Nisang's fists were unmatched in ferocity, and Ning Jing's footwork was as elusive as a ghost.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, under the trio's combined assault or their rotating duels, clumsily yet steadfastly honed his newly acquired fourth-tier spear technique—the *Heavy Spear*.

Sometimes they would part ways, each seeking out other warriors within the battle group who trained in different weapons and killing arts for real combat.

Blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, staves, throwing knives...

One afternoon slipped away swiftly amid these exhilarating battles.

Every block, every thrust, every attempt to merge his mental strength with psychic energy transformed into invaluable experience, nourishing Qin Feng's growth.

[Proficiency +1]

[Proficiency +1]

Pale blue streams of data refreshed silently in a vision unseen by others.

When the last rays of sunset filtered through the energy dome above the Fearless Zone, casting their final glow, the afternoon's intense real combat came to an end.

On Qin Feng's personal interface, a subtle change occurred.

[Killing Art: Heavy Spear (Uninitiated)]

[Proficiency: 2/10]

In just one afternoon, through real combat against over a dozen different opponents, his *Heavy Spear* proficiency had risen by two points!

Now, regarding how to construct a mental force field, how to guide the coalesced psychic energy, and how to integrate it with the specific moves of the *Heavy Spear*, he had moved from initial bewilderment to a basic understanding of the key principles.

What remained was the painstaking grind.

Through thousands upon thousands of repetitions, he would transform this understanding from "knowing" into "skill," then from "skill" into "instinct," ultimately mastering it completely.

Only after achieving full proficiency could he learn the true core "killing move" of the *Heavy Spear* art, pushing its realm to "Minor Mastery."

After that came learning the accompanying footwork, merging footwork and killing move into one, reaching "Major Mastery."

Finally, through endless bitter training and combat, he might integrate the entire killing art, attaining "Perfection."

"It's exactly the same path as when I learned the *Thousand Army Spear* back at the martial high school," Qin Feng mused.

Feeling the fatigue from a day of hard training and the fulfillment of steadily growing strength, a sigh of reflection rose within him.

Once upon a time, at Qiming First Martial Arts Senior High School, he had similarly, under his mentor's guidance and through extensive real combat, advanced the second-tier killing art *Thousand Army Spear* from initiation to perfection step by step.

Time passed, scenes shifted, but the pure desire to grow stronger on the martial path had never changed.

That night, Qin Feng did not return to his dormitory.

For a training fanatic like him, the dormitory was merely a symbolic location.

He went straight back to the "Void Stone" cultivation chamber he had rented.

After briefly replenishing with some high-energy nutrients, he sat cross-legged, sank his consciousness into the subspace network, and entered that familiar virtual world steeped in iron and blood—the Imperial Arena!

Unlike the real combat sparring within the battle group during the day, battles in the Imperial Arena were more brutal and deadly.

Every opponent here was a true warrior fighting with all their might for points and victory.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng selected the matchmaking queue for sixth-tier martial artists.

[Match Successful!]

[Opponent: 'Mad Blade' Zhao Wuji]

[Weapon: Horse-Slaying Saber]

[Life Index Locked: 7200]

[Battle Begin!]

The cold prompt had barely ended when before Qin Feng's eyes appeared a burly figure wielding a door-sized great saber.

Without a word, the opponent let out a roar and transformed into a blood-colored whirlwind, charging at him!

The battle erupted instantly!

Throughout the following night, Qin Feng spent it in endless combat.

His figure, like an untiring machine, wove through battle after battle.

He encountered elegant swordsmen whose blade techniques flowed like mercury, seeping into every gap;

He faced warriors wielding twin axes, raging like madmen;

He even met strange martial artists using unheard-of exotic weapons with bizarre and tricky styles...

There were victories, and there were defeats.

But when facing veterans who had immersed themselves in the sixth tier for years with polished killing arts, he often lost.

Yet every defeat was a precious lesson for him.

Like a dry sponge, he frantically absorbed the combat styles of different opponents, validating his understanding of the *Heavy Spear*.

His spear technique, through these high-intensity life-and-death struggles, visibly evolved from awkward to fluid.

When the first rays of dawn were about to pierce the clouds over Canaan Star, Qin Feng withdrew from the Imperial Arena.

In a single night, he had fought a full one hundred and thirty-seven high-intensity matches.

And his gains were immense.

[Killing Art: Heavy Spear (Uninitiated)]

[Proficiency: 5/10]

His proficiency had surged by another 3 points!

Only one step away from initiation!

At the same time, his Imperial Arena rank, accumulated through successive victories, had successfully advanced.

[Congratulations! Promotion Successful!]

[Current Rank: Fourth Tier]

[Current Points: 10]

This rank had already reached the minimum threshold for registering for the "Starry Cup."

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When daylight filtered through the energy dome, coating the Fearless Zone with a cold morning light, Qin Feng ended his night-long frenzy of slaughter in the Imperial Arena.

Returning from the virtual subspace network to reality, his mind, strained by the intense continuous combat, sent waves of needle-like fatigue.

This was a normal reaction to excessive mental energy consumption.

Without hesitation, he took from his subspace bracelet a transparent crystal tube containing a dreamlike blue liquid.

[Special Grade II Mental Recovery Potion]

He unscrewed the cap and downed the starlike blue liquid in one gulp.

A cool, clear warmth slid down his throat into his stomach, then transformed into invisible, gentle energies surging toward his sea of consciousness.

The fatigue and stinging from overused mental energy, nourished by this force, quickly eased and recovered, like parched land watered by spring rain.

Just half an hour later, his spirit was back at its peak, and due to the principle of "limit-recovery," it had even faintly strengthened a little.

Without a moment's pause, Qin Feng sat cross-legged again, sinking his mind into the new morning's cultivation—enhancing his life force index.

His mighty spiritual energy once again shook the golden, radiant "Supreme Yuan Aperture" in his chest.

Pure tides of psychic energy washed over his flesh in endless cycles.

The life force index climbed slowly yet steadily, at a speed unimaginable to outsiders.

...

From that day on, Qin Feng's life fell into a nearly rigid, ascetic cycle of routine.

Day after day, week after week.

His time was precisely divided into three parts, each with a clear and pure goal.

In the mornings, he stayed in the utterly silent cultivation chamber of "Void Stone," focusing solely on drawing the power of the Yuan Aperture to baptize his body and raise the hard metrics of his life force.

The number representing his foundation grew at a terrifying rate of 10 points per day, steadily climbing.

In the afternoons, he appeared punctually in the bustling combat zone.

He formed a fixed training squad with Long Yu, Nissan, and Ning Jing—like four tireless sponges, they frantically absorbed every scrap of combat experience they could learn.

They exchanged techniques, dismantled each other's killing moves, and pointed out flaws without reservation.

They also took turns challenging a variety of opponents within the battle group, from veterans practicing common killing arts to eccentrics wielding strange, offbeat weapons.

Every fight, for Qin Feng, was a precious lesson.

He not only honed his increasingly refined "Heavy Spear" but also built an enormous "database of opponent samples" in his mind.

He silently recorded the characteristics of each killing art, the attack patterns of each weapon, and the subtle differences in every spiritual-psychic energy convergence.

As for the nights, they belonged entirely to the Imperial Arena.

In that virtual yet brutally real world of slaughter, he could unleash everything he had learned during the day into the most ruthless life-and-death battles.

He held nothing back; every thrust of his spear had only one purpose: to kill his opponent.

His spirit, tempered through countless near-death fights, grew ever tougher and purer.

Time, for someone immersed in frenzied cultivation, always flew by.

Qin Feng's life had no entertainment, no socializing, not even extra sleep.

His companions were only the monotonous growth of numbers, the clash of weapons, and the deep satisfaction that came with each boost in strength.

His "Heavy Spear," under this almost pathological training intensity, advanced at a horrifying speed.

From initial complete clumsiness to gradually grasping the knack.

From stumbling attempts to channel spiritual energy to stably constructing "spiritual-psychic energy convergence."

From occasionally succeeding in merging the convergence into his moves to every spear thrust carrying the unique aura of a fourth-tier killing art.

His proficiency panel skyrocketed at a terrifying rate of 5 to 10 points per day.

Entry, minor mastery...

Those thresholds that would take ordinary sixth-tier martial artists years or even decades to cross seemed nonexistent before him.

Thus, a month passed in the blink of an eye.

...

One month later, in the afternoon, in the Fearless Zone's combat area.

Still the familiar alloy arena, etched with countless battle scars.

Qin Feng and Wan Kun stood facing each other again, a month later.

Sunlight streamed through the dome, casting light on both of them.

Qin Feng still held a standard-issue long spear, clad in light armor, his posture straight as a pine.

But compared to a month ago, his entire aura had undergone a earth-shaking transformation.

If before he was a rough jade containing infinite potential, with his edge hidden,

Then now, he was a divine weapon already honed to perfection—even standing still, the sharpness that seemed able to pierce the heavens made it hard for anyone to look directly at him.

Across from him, Wan Kun still held that pitch-black, heavy long staff, his aura as steady as a mountain.

But on his face, there was no longer the ease he had shown when facing a newcomer; instead, it was replaced by unprecedented solemnity.

Over the past month, he had witnessed Qin Feng's "lightning-fast" progress with his own eyes.

Almost every day, he saw Qin Feng in the combat zone.

He had also seen firsthand how Qin Feng's spear technique had transformed from a "newbie" who couldn't even stabilize his spiritual energy into something so... unfathomable in just thirty days.

"Brother Qin Feng, please."

Wan Kun held his staff with both hands and gave Qin Feng a solemn martial salute.

"Senior Wan, please."

Qin Feng returned the salute with his spear.

No unnecessary words.

Their second battle, under the breathless gaze of countless spectators around the arena, was about to begin.

Everyone wanted to know just how terrifyingly strong that monster rookie, hailed as the "Qin Beast," had become after a month of insane training!

(End of chapter)