Chapter 204: Explosive Kill of Shi Dang! Feng Zhiyu's Shock! Dedicated to Battle for a Lifetime

Chapter 204: Absolute Slaughter of Shi Dang! Feng Zhiyu's Astonishment! A Lifetime of Battle!

The light of the subspace teleportation faded, and Qin Feng’s silhouette emerged within a bizarre and chaotic expanse of a ruined star region.

This was the Taranis Maelstrom.

Cosmic dust and the shattered remnants of celestial bodies formed a series of gorgeous yet lethal nebular belts.

Abandoned interstellar fortresses floated silently in the darkness like the skeletal remains of ancient behemoths.

Now and then, raider ships painted with hideous pirate emblems flashed past from behind distant asteroid belts, dragging long plasma tails behind them, exuding an aura of lawless and wild ferocity.

The air was thick with a faint, ephemeral stench of blood, intermingled with metallic rust and psionic radiation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Qin Feng willed it, and a pitch-black single-man assault craft, sleek with the aesthetics of pure violence, was summoned from his subspace storage unit.

He took his place in the cockpit and activated the wide-area life-detection radar, his cold gaze sweeping across this vast and perilous sector of space.

Upon the radar screen, red dots representing high-energy life reactions blinked into existence one after another, and behind every single dot lay a shocking wanted dossier from the Imperial Ministry of Justice.

Interstellar pirates, traitors to the Empire, and condemned criminals who had "accidentally" vanished while being transported under guard...

Countless dregs and dark secrets of the Empire had been exiled, or rather, gathered right here.

Qin Feng’s expression remained entirely untroubled.

Sixteen years of settling into his reality had long since allowed him to see through the logic behind all of this.

"Mm..."

He thought calmly to himself as he piloted the craft, weaving through the shattered asteroid belt.

"In reality, given the Empire’s absolute control over the subspace navigation routes today, along with its pervasive mission and teleportation network, it is theoretically impossible for any marked Chaos cultist to cross the Imperial border alive and reach the true battlefield of the myriad races."

"The probability is that their range of activity has been deliberately confined to these so-called 'zones of chaos' by certain higher-tier powerhouses using methods I cannot comprehend."

"And these chaotic sectors are filled with a massive number of Imperial fugitives, death-row inmates, and fallen Chaos cultists like Shi Dang.

The Empire... is using these toxic outcasts of the world to conduct a grand, brutally ultimate trial of survival of the fittest."

"Of course, there will inevitably be malignant incidents such as Chaos cultists plundering merchant vessels or raiding colonial planets.

On a vast cosmic scale, this is a form of 'attrition' that cannot be entirely avoided."

"But the sheer efficiency of the mission system and the teleportation network has already reduced the risk of such 'attrition' to the absolute minimum."

Having rationalized this point, the lingering confusion and anger within Qin Feng regarding the decisions of the Imperial high command vanished completely.

Resentful?

Then change it.

And the very first step toward change was to personally and utterly crush the largest venomous insect before his eyes!

Qin Feng began to search frantically, discerning every single trace of abnormal energy fluctuation within this star region.

Time ticked away, minute by minute.

Ten hours later.

Just as the craft sailed into a massive belt of broken stars formed after a supernova explosion, Qin Feng’s eyes snapped open!

Within his perception, a thoroughly familiar aura of Chaos—yet one that was incomparably more powerful, bloodthirsty, and murderous than it had been sixteen years ago—emanated from an abandoned mining planet deep within the broken star belt!

Found him!

Qin Feng’s current vitality index had already reached the hundred and eight thousand point mark of the "Fourth Limit," and the sharpness of his five senses had long since surpassed the boundaries of any technological creation.

Even across tens of thousands of kilometers of vacuum, he could clearly "smell" that corrupted aura belonging to Shi Dang.

"Vroom—!"

The engine of the craft let out an overburdened roar.

Qin Feng pushed the power output to its absolute limit, and the entire interceptor transformed into a bolt of black lightning, plunging recklessly toward that abandoned mining planet!

Almost at the exact moment he locked onto his target, the enemy discovered him as well.

From the dark side of the mining planet, a Chaos warship stretching nearly a hundred kilometers in length—constructed entirely from twisted, blood-red metal and some unknown, deathly white bone, exuding a sacrilegious and maddening beauty—slowly sailed forth.

Aboard the warship, tens of thousands of cannon ports flashed with devastating, crimson light simultaneously.

In the next second, a torrent of death capable of plowing through the surface of an entire planet, formed by the convergence of countless Chaos energy beams, tore through the vacuum and covered the entire airspace where Qin Feng was located with irresistible force!

"Boom—!!!!!"

Under this world-destroying blanket of firepower, the craft failed to endure for even a single second, turning into a brilliant and blazing fireball.

Yet, right at the core where the firelight exploded, a tall figure clad in Destroyer Type I power armor charged out from the flames of the explosion, like a deity moving against the current!

An invisible force field constructed from boundless psionic energy swirled around Qin Feng, sealing out all the explosive shockwaves and intense heat.

His right hand gripped the Torrent spear tightly.

His eyes, akin to two burning stars, locked dead onto that gargantuan Chaos warship!

"Shi—Dang—!"

A roar infused with psionic energy erupted in the deep expanse of space.

He stomped brutally against the void beneath his feet, actually causing a ring of visible spatial ripples to sway outward!

Leveraging this terrifying recoil, his entire being transformed into a stream of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth, his speed several times faster than his previous craft!

With a single leap, he crossed a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers!

With a single thrust of his spear, carrying the supreme power generated by his hundred and eight thousand point vitality index, he stabbed violently into the seemingly indestructible outer armor of the Chaos warship!

"Riiip—!!!!!"

The Chaos armor, fully capable of withstanding main cannon strikes, was as fragile as wet paper before this spear thrust.

A massive breach exceeding a hundred meters in diameter was torn open by brute force.

Qin Feng’s silhouette did not pause for a fraction of a second, slaughtering his way directly into the interior of the Chaos warship!

Inside the warship, alarms blared across the skies.

Countless Chaos cultists of varied forms, howling and roaring, swarmed over from all directions like sharks smelling blood.

Qin Feng's face bore no expression whatsoever.

If a man blocks me, kill the man!

If a Buddha blocks me, kill the Buddha!

He did not even look at the rushing grunts; the Torrent spear in his hand swept forward casually!

Stacking Waves!

In an instant, spear shadows overlapped, as if thousands of colossal waves were sweeping outward in all directions with him at the center!

Every single spear shadow contained a terrifying force capable of easily tearing apart high-grade power armor.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—!"

The hundreds of Chaos cultists rushing at the very front failed to utter even a single scream before they were instantaneously torn into a sky full of bloody mist by this rampaging tide of spear shadows!

A death corridor paved with severed limbs, broken bones, and scalding blood was cleared out by sheer force.

"Roar!"

A Khorne demon over ten meters tall, wielding a massive battle-axe, burst from a side passage and swung its axe down at his head!

Qin Feng didn't even glance, raising his left fist to meet it.

[Strive]!

Fifth-level killing technique, "Hundred Boats Contending"!

In an instant, fifty exquisite psychic modules assembled on his fist!

His fist seemed to transform into a divine vessel sailing against the raging currents, forging ahead undaunted!

"Clang——!"

Fist and axe collided, producing a deafening metallic ring.

The great axe forged from hell-metal shattered on impact!

Qin Feng's fist did not pause; it drove straight in, slamming hard into the Khorne demon's chest.

"Boom!"

The demon's massive body, as if struck head-on by a battering ram, its chest caved in instantly, then the entire form exploded into countless chunks of flesh!

The slaughter continued.

Like a tireless, hyper-efficient killing machine, Qin Feng pushed forward along the path where Shi Dang's aura was strongest.

Finally, after piercing through dozens of decks and slaughtering tens of thousands of Chaos cultists, he reached the ship's core—a bridge like a bloody altar, reeking of blasphemy.

At the altar's peak, a figure in a grim power armor of dark red, covered in bone spikes and ominous runes, slowly turned around.

It was Shi Dang!

Sixteen years apart, his aura had grown more evil, more powerful!

His life force index had also reached the "Fourth Great Limit" of 108,000 points!

"Qin Feng..."

Shi Dang's voice grated like two pieces of metal, filled with venom and madness, "I've waited for you... a long time."

"Spare me your nonsense."

Qin Feng's reply was only four cold words.

Before the words faded, he had already moved!

[Primal Heaven]!

He poured everything he had learned into this single thrust!

The momentum of "Heavy Spear," the force of "Triple Stack Spear," the finesse of "Hundred Boats Contending"—all condensed into one point!

This thrust was the strongest strike he could currently deliver!

"Well struck!"

Shi Dang laughed wildly, a massive battle-axe burning with Chaos flames appearing in his hand. He did not dodge but swung it straight down against Qin Feng's spear tip!

"Boom——!"

Spear and axe collided at the center of the bridge.

In that instant, the entire world lost its sound.

Then, a visible white ring-shaped shockwave exploded outward from the two of them!

The entire bridge, built of flesh and metal, was like a model thrown into a shredder—instantly vaporized, atomized into basic particles!

The shockwave continued to spread!

"Crack... crack, crack..."

The colossal Chaos warship, stretching nearly a hundred kilometers, its sturdy keel began to groan under the strain.

Terrifying fissures, tens of thousands of meters long and bottomless, spread wildly from the point of their battle in all directions!

Such was the devastating power of two ultimate warriors, both pushing their life force indices to the "Fourth Great Limit" of 108,000 points, colliding at full force!

"Pfft!"

Shi Dang spat a mouthful of blood, flying backward like a kite with a broken string, smashing through over a dozen layers of alloy deck before barely stopping.

His face was a mask of shock and disbelief!

Both at 108,000 points—why... why was Qin Feng's power so much greater?!

Qin Feng pressed his advantage, vanishing and reappearing to pursue, his spear "Raging Waves" turning into a sky full of stars, enveloping every inch of Shi Dang's space!

Clang, clang, clang——!

A dense cacophony of clashes rang out like a raging storm.

Shi Dang fought desperately, swinging his axe to parry, but was driven back step by step by Qin Feng's ferocious assault, utterly unable to fight back!

Several times, Qin Feng's spear tip broke through his defenses and stabbed deep into his power armor.

The terrifying force, enough to pierce mountains, would have instantly killed any other warrior of the same level!

Yet Shi Dang's dark red armor erupted with ominous psychic shields, forcibly blocking Qin Feng's lethal strikes!

"This is..."

Qin Feng's brow furrowed for the first time.

He understood.

Shi Dang's armor was no standard Imperial power armor!

It was a true ninth-level Chaos power armor, fused from Chaos psychic technology and demonic flesh!

While his own "Destroyer Mark I" was merely a sixth-level standard issue!

The vast equipment gap allowed Shi Dang to escape his killing blows time and again!

"Hahaha! Qin Feng! You can't kill me!"

Shi Dang roared like a madman, "My 'Blood God Armor' is a gift from the great Blood God! How can your scrap metal compare to a divine creation?!"

"Is that so?"

Qin Feng's gaze grew even colder.

He held back no longer; the "Supreme Apertures" within him began to churn wildly!

Their battle grew even more savage!

The Chaos warship, already on the verge of disintegration, became the flimsiest arena beneath their feet.

With every clash, tens of thousands of tons of metal structure were torn apart and melted.

With every exchange, kilometers of hull were blasted into cosmic dust by the terrifying energy waves.

Half an hour later.

When Qin Feng once again sent Shi Dang flying with a [Primal Heaven], the spear "Raging Waves" in his hand finally could not endure the relentless impact. It let out a mournful cry and shattered into pieces.

Qin Feng cast aside the ruined spear shaft with a careless flick of his hand and drew the Tier-6 alloy staff, Subduer, from his sub-spatial storage unit.

Yet, after a mere handful of bone-shattering collisions, this equally resilient weapon met the exact same fate as Raging Torrent before it, cleaved into two ragged halves by Shi Dang's chaotic war axe.

His weapons were entirely destroyed.

"Without your arms! Let us see how you intend to contend with me now!"

Witnessing this, Shi Dang erupted into a fit of maniacal, frantic laughter.

And yet, his mirth died abruptly in his throat.

For Qin Feng, now bare-fisted, did not retreat a single step; instead, with an even more unrelenting, indomitable momentum, he surged forward once more.

His fists were clenched like iron, the muscles of his arms bunching and swelling like coiled dragons.

He was using the art of the fist to execute the techniques of the spear.

A straight punch erupted, unleashing the mountain-collapsing force of the Heavy Spear.

A swinging hook swept out, rolling with the continuous, undulating vigor of the Layered Waves.

A torrential storm of fist shadows completely enveloped Shi Dang.

Unshackled by the limitations of a physical weapon, his offensive had become sleeker, swifter, and far more lethal.

Shi Dang was left thoroughly dazed and overwhelmed.

He could only watch helplessly as those fists, heavy as primordial mountains, breached his defenses time and again, slamming savagely against his Blood God Armor.

Though the power armor managed to preserve his life for the moment, the terrifying, penetrating shockwaves ground through his flesh, leaving his internal organs feeling as though they were being crushed to powder, inflicting an agony that bordered on the absolute limit.

In this duel of drastically disparate equipment, Qin Feng maintained a sheer, unreasoning dominance, pinning Shi Dang down in a relentless, brutal thrashing.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Amidst the burning debris of the chaos dreadnought, which had been entirely reduced to a heap of incinerated scrap metal, the collision of the two figures reached an unprecedented, white-hot intensity.

Every single one of Qin Feng's strikes was the manifestation of the most primitive aesthetic of violence.

Grounded upon a vitality index of one hundred and eight thousand points, propelled by his supreme primordial acupoint, and carried by a physical vessel comparable to a starry behemoth, he had transformed his very body into the most terrifying weapon of war in this cosmos.

The fist intent of A Hundred Ships Contending was channeled by him to its absolute zenith.

A lone fist struck out, and ten thousand laws followed in its wake.

The Blood God Armor encasing Shi Dang was currently enduring the most severe trial since its unholy inception.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A dense, unbroken sequence of terrifying, muffled booms, sounding like thousands of divine mountains colliding simultaneously, echoed without cessation.

That Tier-9 divine armor, forged from a confluence of chaos psionic technology and demonic flesh, rippled with wave after wave of fractures on the verge of shattering across its dark red psionic shield under Qin Feng's unreasonably violent, raging fist-wind.

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

Shi Dang’s consciousness howled in frantic denial within the confines of his power armor.

He could neither comprehend nor accept the sheer absurdity of the spectacle unfolding before him.

They possessed identical vitality indices, and he held the absolute tier-advantage with his Tier-9 Blood God Armor.

Why... why was he being beaten like a dying dog by a man fighting with nothing but his bare hands?

Why!

He had sworn fealty to the Blood God, his progress a meteoric ascent that brought him to the precipice of the planetary realm in less than a century, yet he remained utterly incapable of defeating Qin Feng.

Crack—

At the exact moment Shi Dang’s mental fortitude faltered, a crisp, brittle sound, akin to the shattering of glazed glass, reached his ears with absolute clarity.

In sheer horror, he cast his gaze downward.

There, at the very core of his breastplate, upon the mirror protecting his heart where the mark of Khorne was etched, a minute fracture had quietly manifested.

Immediately afterward, this crack acted like a lit fuse, spreading frantically outward in every direction across the entirety of the power armor at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No—!"

Shi Dang let loose a roar of utter despair.

Qin Feng’s gaze, however, grew only colder and more detached.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he funneled the entirety of his might, the whole of his resolve, and all of his killing intent into his right fist.

Qianyuan!

This was the ultimate, most lethal technique he could strike with using his bare hands.

"Shatter... for me!"

The fist boomed forth.

Boom—!!!!!

Time appeared to grind to a complete standstill at that very instant.

Under the devastating impact of Qin Feng's supreme strike, every single psionic rune adorning Shi Dang's Blood God Armor instantly dimmed, and all of the demonic flesh withered away in a breath.

Immediately following, the entire set of power armor detonated with a thunderous roar.

It dissolved into a swirling cloud of airborne, ominous red-glinting metallic shards.

Pfft—!

Stripped of the power armor's protection, Shi Dang’s physical body resembled a flickering candle caught in a tempest, instantly torn and bloodied by the residual ripples of that raging, violent fist-force.

His entire form was transformed into a bloody arrow, blasted backward toward the boundless depths of open space.

At this juncture, a fierce desire for survival completely overwhelmed the frenzied, Khorne-born battle lust within him.

He lacked even the courage to cast a single backward glance at Qin Feng.

Flee!

He had to flee!

Forcibly squeezing the final dregs of chaos psionics from his body, he activated the miniature flight module embedded beneath his skin, transforming into a streak of light that fled frantically toward the chaotic sectors hidden in the deepest recesses of the Taranis Star Vortex, never once looking back.

"Trying to leave?"

A cold, derisive sneer played upon Qin Feng’s features.

With a gentle tap of his foot against the void, his entire body shot forward like a cannonball leaving the barrel, pursuing him in absolute, deadly silence.

A hunt to the death, spanning the entirety of the chaotic sectors, had formally commenced.

...

Within the vast, silent void of deep space, two streaks of light pursued one another in a chase that defied mortal imagination.

Shi Dang led the way, his flight path a tangled weave of chaos and disorder.

He dared not move in a straight line, desperately attempting to shake off the deathly pursuer behind him by weaving through asteroid belts, abandoned space stations, and even the occasional spatial rift to mask his trail.

Qin Feng followed behind, his velocity visibly superior to that of Shi Dang.

Yet, he showed no haste to close the gap, hanging back with the patient, unhurried cadence of a master hunter, systematically grinding down his prey’s resolve and physical strength.

Sometimes they would rely on the vast psychic energy within their bodies to make short-range physical crossings through the vacuum.

Each kick would send ripples of force fields spreading through the void, their speed already surpassing the conventional third cosmic velocity.

At other times, they would each summon backup micro-fighters, staging breathtaking chase scenes among meteorites and stellar debris.

Every chaotic psychic beam fired from Shi Dang’s fighter was effortlessly dodged by Qin Feng at an unimaginable angle. Meanwhile, each high-energy particle cannon shot from Qin Feng’s fighter precisely exploded on the flank of Shi Dang’s craft, continuously shredding its shields and propulsion systems.

“…”

“Once Shi Dang’s trump cards are exhausted, we can execute him.”

“…”

Qin Feng knew that to be blessed by Khorne, Shi Dang must possess exceptional qualities.

No strong opponent should be underestimated.

Though his raw power far exceeded Shi Dang’s, his power armor, weapons, and fighters were nearly spent. To close the gap and slay Shi Dang quickly would require taking enormous risks.

……

A “Hyena-class” corvette, emblazoned with the emblem of the “Blood Hand” pirate gang, hung silently in the shadow of a debris belt.

Inside the bridge, the pirate leader “One-Eye” Buck was sipping cheap synthetic alcohol while watching the chase between two streaks of light on an external monitor, thoroughly entertained.

“Hey, look! Isn’t that Lord Shi Dang, the ‘Son of the Blood God’? He’s being hunted like a stray dog!”

Buck grinned wide, revealing yellow teeth, laughing with schadenfreude.

“Boss, that guy chasing him… seems like a tough nut from the Empire. Should we…”

A subordinate asked cautiously.

“Should what? None of our damn business!”

Buck drained his bottle in one gulp. “Let them fight it out! When they’re done, we’ll scavenge the scraps…”

His words cut off abruptly.

Because he saw that the hunted “Son of the Blood God” seemed to have noticed their presence, and had changed course, charging straight toward them!

“Damn it! That bastard! Trying to divert the trouble!”

Buck reacted instantly, cursing loudly. “All guns, fire! Blow him to pieces!”

But it was too late.

In the instant Shi Dang’s figure flashed past their pirate ship,

the hunter following close behind, Qin Feng, merely cast a cold “glance” in their direction.

Just that one glance.

“One-Eye” Buck felt as if his soul had frozen solid.

An indescribable terror, born from the deepest layers of existence, seized his heart!

The next second, he saw Qin Feng’s form make an impossible turn in the void, hurtling toward their “Hyena-class” corvette at a terrifying speed several times faster than before!

“Fire! Fire! Fire now!”

Buck screamed hysterically.

All the corvette’s point-defense cannons spat dense streams of fire in an instant.

Yet those solid rounds, enough to shred power armor, could not harm Qin Feng in the slightest.

“Boom—!”

A thunderous crash.

Qin Feng’s body, like a meteor impact, smashed straight through the corvette’s bridge armor, appearing before all the pirates.

[Qian Yuan]

A single punch unleashed—Qin Feng’s control of force was flawless!

Inside the bridge, every pirate, including “One-Eye” Buck, didn’t even have time to scream before they were turned into a mist of blood, like balloons crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The ship itself suffered no major damage.

Qin Feng walked to the main console and plugged a miniature intelligent core into the pirate ship’s system.

“Hammer, take control of this vessel.”

“Command received, Master.”

Hammer’s voice echoed in his mind.

“How long can this ship’s propulsion system last?”

“Analysis complete. Power core integrity at ninety-two percent, energy reserves at seventy-eight percent. Estimated twelve hours of high-speed pursuit.”

“Good.”

Qin Feng’s gaze once again fixed on the distance, where Shi Dang had produced another small fighter, fleeing frantically through deep space. “Pursue.”

“Command confirmed.”

The next second, the newly commandeered “Hyena-class” corvette’s engines roared, its bow turning, and it shot off at speeds far exceeding its design limits, in full pursuit of Shi Dang’s escape vector!

During the chase, Qin Feng issued a second order to Hammer.

“Hammer, screen the identity data of those scum. If any match Imperial Justice Department bounties, claim them and submit kill confirmations for contribution points.”

“Command confirmed. Searching Imperial fugitive database… Match found. Target ‘One-Eye’ Buck, Imperial fugitive, bounty 300,000 Imperial credits, 5,000 contribution points… Mission auto-claimed and submitted.”

Qin Feng’s face showed no emotion.

Thus, while hunting his archenemy, Qin Feng casually swept through this chaotic star sector, eliminating Imperial fugitives and converting them one by one into resources for his onward journey.

……

Time slipped away in this endless hunt.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

Throughout the entire Taranis Star Spiral and several surrounding chaotic sectors, a terrifying legend had spread.

It was said that a “madman” from the Empire was hunting the infamous “Son of the Blood God,” Shi Dang.

This “madman” was utterly unreasonable and brutally violent.

In this chase spanning multiple star sectors, any space pirate, Imperial traitor, or Chaos cultist who dared approach—or even glance at him—was instantly killed in the most direct and savage manner, reduced to cosmic dust.

A ninth-level extreme martial artist, trusting his superior gear, tried to block his path like a mantis raising its arms against a chariot. The result: that “madman” punched him, along with his ninth-level psychic weapon, into scattered debris.

Gradually, Shi Dang himself became a pariah in this chaotic region.

Because everyone knew that wherever he appeared, the terrifying “madman” would follow.

Many Chaos cultists cornered by Qin Feng, desperate to survive, would even voluntarily report Shi Dang’s latest movements and hideouts.

Yet this did not spare them from being casually slain by Qin Feng and converted into contribution points.

In this lawless dark jungle, Qin Feng established a bloody order.

And over this year of pursuit and purge, Qin Feng replaced countless captured weapons, warships, fighters, and more, driving Shi Dang into true desperation time and again.

But each time, Shi Dang managed to escape his grasp by relying on his familiarity with this chaotic star region and all manner of unfathomable chaos secret arts.

Qin Feng was in no hurry.

Shi Dang was already a cornered beast stripped of all its claws and fangs.

Every flight consumed the last of his vitality and will; once Shi Dang had exhausted his hidden cards, he would surely die!

And he himself, in the midst of this long hunt, was growing ever stronger.

——

A heavily modified "Marauder-class" heavy cruiser, its hull bristling with savage ramming spikes and extra gun turrets, was cruising steadily at sub-light speed along the outer lanes of the Talanis Star Vortex.

This ship was one Qin Feng had "borrowed" half a year ago from a ninth-rank Extreme Martial pirate chieftain who called himself "Skullcrusher."

Now, in the lavishly spacious captain's quarters, Qin Feng sat quietly cross-legged.

The aura around him was steady and prolonged.

This year-long hunt had not brought him the slightest fatigue; instead, it was like an extended, dynamic seclusion, honing his terrifying vitality—a hundred and eight thousand points—into an ever more harmonious and supple state.

He slowly opened his eyes and issued a command to Hammer in his mind.

"Hammer, how many contribution points do I have now?"

"Reporting to Master."

Hammer's voice immediately rang in his mind, "After this year's purge operations, deducting the consumption for exchanging energy and repair parts, your current contribution point balance is: 78,210 points."

"Filter a sixth-rank killing technique for me."

Qin Feng's tone was calm and flat. "Requirement: primarily pure power, with a bold and unrestrained style."

"Command received."

In just a few seconds, Hammer gave the result.

"Filtering complete. The most suitable sixth-rank killing techniques total one hundred and seventeen. The list is as follows..."

A massive light screen unfolded before Qin Feng's eyes.

Qin Feng's gaze slowly swept across the list, finally settling on a spear technique named "Star Breaker."

This killing technique had few flashy variations; its core essence was singular—to condense all of one's vitality into a single point, and in the most direct, most violent manner, deliver a strike capable of shattering a star!

Simple. Pure.

Ultimate violence.

This was precisely the martial path Qin Feng sought.

"I'll take it."

[Sixth-rank Killing Technique "Star Breaker": Prerequisite for cultivation: Mental Power Index 100 points. Exchange price: 50,000 contribution points.]

Qin Feng glanced at his Mental Power Index—after this year of pursuit and tempering, his mental power, through constant practical application, had quietly grown to 95 points.

The threshold of one hundred points was not far off.

"Exchange."

Without a moment's hesitation, he confirmed the command.

[Exchange successful. 50,000 contribution points deducted.]

A torrent of information—the cultivation methods for "Star Breaker," the construction diagrams for the Mental Power-Psychic Energy Convergence Modules, and the cultivation insights left by past masters—flooded into Qin Feng's subspace network as a data stream.

This killing technique required the practitioner, at the moment of striking, to split their mental power into a full one hundred strands, simultaneously controlling one hundred Mental Power-Psychic Energy Convergence Modules far more intricate and complex than those of fifth-rank techniques!

Its difficulty was several times that of the fifth-rank technique "Hundred Boats Competing for the Current"!

A hundred tasks at once!

"Still have over twenty-eight thousand contribution points left..."

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, then issued another command: "Exchange one 'Phantom-III Type' single-person stealth assault ship."

The pirate ship he was currently piloting, though fierce in firepower, was too large a target and far too poor in stealth.

The "Phantom-III Type," on the other hand, boasted top-tier stealth and maneuverability, making it more suitable for his upcoming solo operations.

As for ninth-rank weapons and power armor, he couldn't afford them yet.

Besides, Qin Feng felt the equipment he had looted was still quite serviceable.

The new spear in his hand was a trophy taken from that "Skullcrusher."

Forged entirely from eighth-rank "Starfall Iron," it lacked any psychic energy amplification modules but made up for it with exceptional sturdiness, barely able to withstand his current full-power outbursts.

It would do for now.

"Once I've reached the initial stage of this sixth-rank killing technique, combined with my current physical strength, I should be able to completely slay Shi Dang."

"His chaos secret arts and life-saving trump cards have nearly been exhausted over this year of pursuit."

A cold killing intent flickered in Qin Feng's eyes.

It was time to put an end to this grudge.

……

Far away, at the Canaan Star Martial University, in the "Martial Immortal District," within that bamboo grove as tranquil as if it had never changed through the ages.

Yu Han still sat quietly by the stone table, sipping fragrant tea.

Before him, a massive holographic projection silently played out a chase in the depths of space.

On one side of the image was Qin Feng, piloting the "Marauder-class" cruiser, laying down suppressive fire on another chaos ship fleeing in panic.

Beside Yu Han stood another person, silent.

He was tall and upright, with a steady demeanor—none other than Feng Zhiyu, one of the most outstanding geniuses of the Fearless War Legion, who had once made a wager with Yu Han.

"It's been less than twenty years since Qin Feng left Canaan."

Yu Han set down his teacup, a hint of appreciative smile on his face. "It seems he will soon personally slay Shi Dang."

Feng Zhiyu nodded silently. In his eyes, always brimming with confidence and pride, there was now a complex, hard-to-read admiration.

"I never thought he could actually do it."

Feng Zhiyu said, "The key is, with such a terrifying rate of increase in his Vitality Index, his killing technique realm hasn't fallen too far behind either.

In less than twenty years, his vitality has reached the 'Fourth Great Limit,' and he has also mastered two 'Mastery-level' fourth-rank killing techniques and one 'Mastery-level' fifth-rank killing technique...

This rate of progress is truly monstrous."

He laughed self-deprecatingly and added, "In the blink of an eye, he's almost caught up to me. Is this the terrifying advantage brought by 'Supreme Grade Yuan Orifices' and that legendary 'Stellar Beast'-level physical potential?"

"But,"

His tone shifted, "Once we ascend to planetary-level lifeforms, everyone returns to a brand new starting point.

The road ahead is still long; who will go further remains to be seen."

Hearing this, Yu Han smiled.

"The future shouldn't be too far off either."

He said with pointed meaning, "After all, comprehension is right here. Foundation can be built with resources, but the speed of grasping killing arts is a true, unvarnished talent."

"Mmm, his speed at comprehending killing arts is indeed astonishingly fast."

Feng Zhiyu nodded in deep agreement, then gave a slight bow toward Yu Han.

"Mentor, I concede our wager."

"Shi Dang won't last more than a few days in his hands. I... request to graduate."

Yu Han asked, "What do you plan to do afterward?"

"I intend to set off immediately to participate in the latest 'Universal Genius Tournament.'"

Feng Zhiyu's gaze turned resolute. "I need more battles, stronger opponents, to elevate my cultivation and strength.

My goal is to enter the reserve corps of the Limitless Warrior Legion, and then choose to join the Myriad Races Battlefield!"

He lifted his head, meeting Yu Han's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Regarding the wager back then, I said I would follow him.

But following doesn't mean waiting in place.

I must first enhance my own strength!"

"In the future, if his power stagnates and falls short of mine, then I will settle today's wager by saving his life once!"

"But if he remains as he is now, still that prodigy and anomaly... then I, Feng Zhiyu, will willingly devote my life to fighting for him!"

Yu Han looked at him, shook his head with a smile, and said nothing more.

Some things, hinted at, are enough.

After Feng Zhiyu's figure vanished at the end of the bamboo grove, another gentle silhouette slowly emerged from the depths of the grove.

It was Yue Hong, Feng Zhiyu's elder.

"After all, he's a peerless prodigy—the pride in his bones can't be worn away. This is fine."

Her voice was warm and wise. "To use this wager to let him build a good relationship with Qin Feng and forge a favorable bond—that's already sufficient."

"Mmm, that's the reasoning."

Yu Han nodded and slowly rose to his feet.

He stretched lazily, and in those eyes that always seemed languid, a startling gleam burst forth.

"I should be going too."

Yue Hong was slightly taken aback. "Back to the company?"

"Mmm."

A smile brimming with killing intent spread across Yu Han's face. "After all these years of wandering, the Supreme Tribunal's verdict has come down. Time to go back and slay those damned wretches!"

"That kid Qin Feng returned to his homeworld, settled for over a decade, and has grown even sharper.

As his mentor, I haven't set aside my cultivation all these years either! It's time to test my blade on the Myriad Races Battlefield!"

(The chapter ends)