Chapter 220: The Oriole Behind! Terrible Calculation! Greenskins vs Tyranids

Chapter 220: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind! A Terrifying Scheme! Green-Skins Battle the Zerg, Qin Feng Plays the Oriole!

Qin Feng's figure traced a faint afterimage through the void, descending silently upon the entrance to that cratered secret realm, already buzzing with the clamor of countless voices.

He did not deliberately release his aura, yet after twenty years of seclusion and a tenfold surge in power, the naturally exuded, abyss-like, oppressive presence still struck like a boulder plunging into a tranquil lake, instantly stirring a massive uproar among the hundreds of thousands of contestants nearby.

"What a terrifying aura... Who is this person?"

"He bears no insignia of any war band—he's a lone powerhouse!"

"This pressure—definitely a monster from the top ranks of the power list!"

Among the crowd, countless gazes—some doubtful, some wary, some scrutinizing—converged sharply upon Qin Feng.

He merely stood there calmly, as if he had become the center of everything, causing the surrounding clamor of discussion to involuntarily subside.

Soon, someone recognized him.

"It's Qin Feng! 'Madman' Qin Feng!"

"I remember now! Forty-second on the power list! Twenty years ago, it was he who single-handedly slew Wolf Seven and Wolf Ten of the 'Shadow Moon Gray Wolf' in open combat!"

"So it's him! Twenty years unseen, his aura... seems even more terrifying than the rumors!"

"..."

A single stone stirred a thousand ripples.

The name "Qin Feng" struck like a thunderbolt, instantly igniting the entire scene.

The clean, decisive, and domineering revenge battle twenty years ago had already made him widely renowned.

Now, with his actual appearance, he immediately drew everyone's attention.

Many powerhouses with equally formidable auras fixed their eyes on Qin Feng with keen interest.

Before this universally acknowledged stellar-level opportunity, which required teamwork to conquer, a top-tier powerhouse like Qin Feng, whose strength had been proven in bloody combat, was undoubtedly the most ideal temporary ally.

Just as thoughts varied among the crowd, and some prepared to approach him, a calm yet authoritative voice rang out without warning across the entire scene, effortlessly suppressing all noise.

"Everyone."

The crowd turned to look, and saw a powerhouse clad in a luxurious purple power armor standing atop the highest point before the secret realm entrance, appearing there as if by magic.

His armor was engraved with intricate falcon totems, his bearing graceful and majestic, like a born sovereign.

Standing there, he naturally became the center of heaven and earth, as if even light itself bowed before him.

It was none other than the top prodigy of this star system, holding first place on both the power list and the points list—Cang!

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly. From this man, he felt a pressure far more terrifying than Wolf Seven and Wolf Ten combined.

He did not act rashly. His figure flickered, landing atop a massive boulder, and he too turned his gaze toward that speaking king, listening quietly.

Cang's voice rang out, clearly reaching every ear, carrying an indisputable authority.

"I believe everyone is well aware that I, Cang, currently hold first place on both the power list and the points list, so my words carry some weight."

"The situation inside the secret realm, through the sacrifices of countless pioneers, has been largely explored. The number of Zerg is incalculable, enough to exhaust the strength of any squad. Even an elite squad of a hundred would face only annihilation upon entry."

Cang swept his gaze across the crowd, his eyes calm and profound.

"Therefore, I propose that we, the hundreds of thousands of martial artists gathered here, temporarily form an offensive and defensive alliance, charging into the Zerg nest together, using our absolute numerical advantage to wipe out all the Zerg guardians within."

"As for the final spoils—that stellar-level Mother Nest Will—it shall remain unclaimed, and we shall compete for it based on our own abilities. What say you?"

As these words fell, the crowd erupted into even fiercer debate.

Cang's proposal seemed, on the surface, to be the only solution and the fairest plan under the current circumstances.

However, those who had fought their way through this bloody trial to survive were no simpletons with empty heads.

Many among them were ruthless characters who had died seven or eight times and clawed their way back from the hunting phase; their minds and cunning far surpassed ordinary people.

After a brief commotion, a laughter full of mockery and disdain rang out unexpectedly, piercing the sky.

"Hahahaha! Cang, your words are nothing but high-sounding nonsense!"

The crowd turned to see a burly powerhouse, equally radiating a powerful aura, step forward from the masses.

He carried a massive battle-axe on his shoulder, a sneer undisguised on his face.

Qin Feng recognized him. This man was named Mobi, also a top-ten powerhouse on the power list, holder of a king-level inheritance, known for his arrogant nature.

Mobi pointed the axe handle at Cang on the heights and roared, "Your plan sounds simple, as if for everyone's good. But in truth, it's because even you have no confidence to single-handedly break through that endless Zerg tide, so you want to trick us all into being your free labor, clearing obstacles for you!"

His voice struck like thunder, hammering into everyone's heart.

"And then, when only the Mother Nest Will remains? Everyone's eyes red with bloodlust, greed erupting, each fighting for themselves!"

Mobi's contempt was palpable. "At that point, who among us here can contend with you, the number one on the power list?!"

He looked around, addressing all contestants loudly: "That stellar-level Mother Nest Will is not a cake that can be cut into hundreds of thousands of pieces for us all! There is only one! Whoever grabs it, gets it! Why should we risk annihilation to make a wedding dress for you? I tell you, whoever believes his bullshit is the biggest fool under heaven!"

This blunt, almost crude speech cut like a blade, instantly piercing the veil of "righteousness" Cang had woven, laying bare the naked conflict of interest before everyone.

"Mobi is right!"

"Why should we fight to the death, only for you to reap the rewards?"

"Exactly! We won't be fooled into working for you!"

The crowd was incensed.

No one was a fool; they understood this logic even without Mobi's words.

Thus, the situation reached a stalemate.

In the following days, Cang spoke several more times, attempting other plans.

For instance, he proposed inviting only those who had comprehended king-level inheritances to form an elite squad and enter together.

Yet, the response remained sparse.

These top prodigies, each proud and aloof, were unwilling to submit to another, nor did they trust any so-called "distribution."

Qin Feng observed quietly from his boulder for several days, already forming a judgment.

Cang could not gather a force strong enough to sweep the Zerg nest.

These unruly geniuses could not be easily united.

More importantly, the Mother Nest Will was singular—whoever seized it, owned it; there was no way to divide it. As for the countless Zerg corpses, they were useless, and no one bothered with them.

Of course, if it were Qin Feng, he could have his "Star-Swallowing" spear absorb the billions of Zerg corpses, since Zerg could produce bio-armor alloys by consuming vast amounts of inorganic matter.

"Endless bickering—I'll take my leave first!"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment, then let out a hearty laugh. His form shifted, turning into a streak of light, and he turned away decisively, vanishing beyond the horizon.

His departure was like a beacon.

Many warriors who had still been waiting on the sidelines shook their heads one after another, transforming into streaks of flowing light and scattering in different directions.

Yet Qin Feng had not truly gone far.

He merely flew away from this land of right and wrong, found a more secluded valley upon this colossal planet, concealed every trace of his aura once more, and quietly went into hiding.

Within his heart, he had his own calculations.

Time slipped away drop by drop amidst this day-after-day standoff and waiting.

Just as Qin Feng had anticipated, after confirming that Cang was unable to organize any effective offensive, the warriors gathered at the entrance of the secret realm began to dwindle at a pace visible to the naked eye.

The difficulty of this stellar-level opportunity was simply too immense.

During this period, teams confident in their own great strength or refusing to believe in the heresy continuously entered, but without exception, all sank like stones into the ocean, failing to stir even a single ripple, never to emerge alive again.

Cruel reality forced everyone to realize that this insect hive was an unadulterated meat grinder.

Gradually, the warriors outside completely lost their patience.

The trial star cluster of the Cosmic Genius Battle was incredibly vast, and stellar-level opportunity points were not limited to this single place; there was no need to fight to the death here.

Consequently, more and more people chose to leave, heading to other opportunity points to try their luck.

A full year passed by.

The entrance of the secret realm, once a sea of humanity where over a hundred thousand chosen talents gathered, was now deserted, becoming empty and deathly still.

Yet within Qin Feng’s River-tier spiritual perception, he knew clearly that this place was not entirely devoid of people.

Aside from himself, there were four other auras, so powerful they caused the heart to palpitate, firmly entrenched in this place, having never left.

One of them was, naturally, Cang, who ranked first on the combat power leaderboard.

The other three auras were likewise top-tier talents who had comprehended King-class inheritances.

Their cultivations had all reached the planetary River-tier, and their inherited killing techniques had also attained the realm of Grand Accomplishment!

Qin Feng remained patient and unmoving, quietly waiting.

For he knew that this Cosmic Genius Battle, while called a competition, was in truth a cultivation.

Yet behind that cultivation, an element of assessment was bound to be hidden.

It was absolutely impossible for the tournament organizers to set up a dead end that a planetary-level warrior could not overcome under any circumstances.

Qin Feng had also looked at the other stellar-level resource points through posts in the private forum; their difficulty was by no means simple, perhaps even more arduous than this place, which was the very reason why Qin Feng had never departed.

Cang, moreover, was no fool to be frightened away by hardships.

His previous series of seemingly failed actions resembled a carefully orchestrated performance.

A performance aimed at forcing away all other potential competitors, lest someone should pluck the peaches at the final moment.

The facts unfolded exactly as Qin Feng had foreseen.

Those four powerhouses, having finally confirmed that there were no more onlookers in the surroundings, gathered together.

One of them was, astonishingly, Moby—the very man who had once publicly opposed Cang in front of everyone, criticizing his plan as utterly worthless!

Seeing this scene, the final trace of doubt in Qin Feng’s heart vanished like smoke.

These two had likely planned everything long ago, joining forces to stage that performance of the good cop and the bad cop.

As for the other two, Qin Feng had also roughly guessed their identities through the intelligence on the forum.

One was the inheritor of the Eye King, named Yan Wu, a male warrior whose aura was as scorching as the blazing sun.

The other was the inheritor of the Extreme Cold King, named Leng Yu, a female warrior whose aura was as frigid as ten-thousand-year-old black ice.

Cang, Moby, Yan Wu, and Leng Yu.

These four were all monster-class existences ranking in the top ten of the combat power leaderboard for Sector 117!

Just as Qin Feng thought the four of them were preparing to join forces and charge into the secret realm, a sudden mutation occurred.

A roar so heavy it was suffocating resounded from the distant horizon, as if an invisible giant god were striding across the sea of stars, approaching with slow steps.

Immediately following, a massive sphere large enough to blot out the sky tore through the atmosphere of the Rotting Heart, appearing out of thin air above the surface!

It was a metallic moon modified into a war fortress, its surface smeared with all kinds of ferocious and grotesque green-skinned ork graffiti, while countless menacing gun ports and crude yet violently aesthetic chariots densely covered every single inch of its terrain.

A terrifying aura of chaos and fury, existing solely for the WAAAGH!, came overwhelming them like a deluge.

"An Attack Moon!"

Hidden deep within the valley, waves of shock crashed through Qin Feng’s heart.

Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that the plan of Cang's four-man squad was actually to reach a cooperation with the natives of this planet, those frenzied green-skinned orks!

That Attack Moon, covered in ferocious graffiti, hung high in the low-altitude orbit of the Rotting Heart in such a brutal manner, the shadow cast by its colossal volume nearly enveloping the entire crater secret realm.

A primal, chaotic WAAAGH! field, existing purely for raw violence and war, swept across a region of tens of thousands of miles like an invisible storm.

A possibility that had been overlooked by Qin Feng, and even by the over one hundred thousand contestants before him, was now presented clearly before his eyes in the most shocking fashion.

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is!"

In Qin Feng’s mind, countless clues were rapidly connected and integrated at this moment, forming a complete and logically self-consistent chain of thought.

"This planet itself is a massive battlefield; endless green-skinned orks and the Zerg pouring out from the secret realm have already been slaughtering each other here for an unknown number of eons."

"For us incoming planetary-level warriors, if we want to obtain that stellar-level opportunity inside the insect hive, on the surface, there seems to be only one way—and that is to gather all the contestants here to form a massive allied army of over a hundred thousand people, forcing our way into the hive interior with an absolute numerical advantage."

"But obviously, this method simply cannot be executed."

Qin Feng’s gaze was incomparably sharp. "The contestants suspect and distrust one another, and no one is willing to make wedding clothes for someone else. Cang's previously failed alliance is the best proof of this."

"Therefore, a second method exists. A method more hidden, more insane, and less easily perceived..."

"And that is to cooperate with the green-skins!"

Having figured this out, Qin Feng could not help but let out an exclamation of admiration in his heart.

He had to admit that Cang, who had always given him an unfathomable impression, was indeed a true figure.

This boldness and vision to leap out of the conventional framework of thinking and dare to take risks was far beyond what ordinary talents could compare to.

At the very least, Qin Feng himself had never thought before about dealing with these chaotic, frenzied green-skinned orks.

But now, when this possibility was laid before his eyes and he pondered it carefully, he instantly discovered that the feasibility of this plan was actually extremely, extremely high!

Of course, the accompanying risks were equally immense.

First and most critical of all, the green-skinned orks were a powerful assistance that absolutely could not be ignored.

They could slaughter back and forth for so many years on this planet against the Zerg, who possessed a stellar-level mother hive, and even faintly hold the upper hand; this in itself represented that their strength, at least below the high-end combat power, was sufficient to contend with the insect tide.

Driving this force to strike the insect hive was undoubtedly a brilliant stratagem of killing with a borrowed knife and using barbarians to control barbarians.

Secondly, the race of green-skinned orks possessed a preference carved deep into their bones.

And that was their almost pathological, religious fanatical craving for a WAAAGH!—which meant a hearty, earth-shattering battle.

In the long history of the human empire, there was no shortage of daring generals or adventurers who, by promising a certain green-skin tribe a sufficiently grand WAAAGH!, achieved temporary cooperation with these chaotic creatures in a short period, creating classic battle examples of utilizing them to strike more troublesome enemies.

Cang's plan had clearly replicated this historical experience.

Finally, there was the risk.

Cooperating with the Greenskins was akin to asking a tiger for its skin.

Though this race’s conduct seemed utterly devoid of reason, even endearingly foolish at times, their true nature was cruel and cunning, cunning and cruel.

No one knew what chaotic and deadly schemes lay hidden beneath their seemingly idiotic exteriors.

One moment fighting side by side, the next stabbing you in the back—for the Greenskins, this was as routine as breathing.

Qin Feng weighed all the pros and cons in his mind, and in the end, decided to continue biding his time.

He suppressed his aura to the utmost, compressing even the fluctuations of his mental energy into an imperceptible range, like a true stubborn rock in this barren mountain range.

“Fortunately, during my seclusion, I digested all the resources of Wolf Seven and Wolf Ten, and my strength took another massive leap, firmly placing me among the top ten on the combat power rankings. Otherwise, with my previous strength, I probably couldn’t have concealed myself from Cang and the others at such close range.”

Qin Feng inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

He calculated meticulously.

Cang, Moby, Yanwu, and Lengyu—though each was a top-tier powerhouse, as long as they didn’t possess any special secret techniques or trump cards specifically for detection and perception, there was absolutely no way they could discover his presence.

“Fortune favors the bold… Perhaps this time, I might truly obtain an unimaginably great opportunity. I must be thoroughly prepared.”

With this thought, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.

With a flick of his mind, he called up his contribution point balance.

[Contribution Points: 10,150,000]

The points from killing Wolf Seven and Wolf Ten, plus those earned from clearing pirates during the hunt, had all been converted into contribution points.

This was a fortune that would drive any planetary-level powerhouse mad with desire. He immediately connected to the Imperial Trading Network’s virtual system and began searching through this vast treasure trove for powerful trump cards that could turn the tide at a critical moment.

One-time violent weapons, disguise artifacts that could briefly simulate the aura of a stellar-level powerhouse…

Qin Feng selected carefully.

He sought not quantity, but quality.

Every contribution point had to be spent on the blade’s edge.

While Qin Feng busily prepared his contingencies, the “negotiation” outside had also gotten down to business.

That enormous “Battle Moon” slowly descended, finally hovering half a kilometer above the ground.

A rough metal gangway lowered, and a terrifying orc, ten meters tall, with a physique as massive as a small hill, walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of equally ferocious guards.

He wore a crude power armor pieced together from countless trophies, exuding a violent aesthetic, and in his hand he held a giant chainsword wider than a door, still buzzing.

A terrifying aura, mixed with blood, rust, and madness, rushed forth.

“Me, Greenskin boss, ‘Big Belly’!”

This fearsome Greenskin war boss spoke the Imperial language clearly, albeit with a strange accent, introducing himself in a rumbling voice to Cang and the others below.

As his words fell, the Greenskin orcs behind him, as if injected with adrenaline, raised their crude cleavers and guns, letting out incomprehensible yet frenzied roars.

“WAAAGH! Big Belly!”

Cang’s expression remained unchanged. He looked up at the behemoth and said in a deep voice, “A war worthy of a ‘WAAAGH!’ is about to begin. The bug nest is in that ‘hole,’ filled with countless core bugs, the weakest of which are ‘big fellows’ in your eyes. How about it? Is this battlefield exciting enough?”

“The coordinates you gave, good! Very good!”

The Greenskin boss named “Big Belly” grinned a bloody smile, revealing rows of dagger-like fangs.

“Me will personally lead the boys to twist off those little bugs’ heads! Hope they are worthy opponents, don’t let me and my boys down!”

With that, he gestured with his giant chainsword toward Cang and the others, as if greeting or threatening.

Cang, Lengyu, Yanwu, and Moby exchanged a knowing glance, seeing a hint of determination in each other’s eyes.

The plan was half successful.

Without any superfluous words, the four turned into streams of light in different colors, at astonishing speed, and plunged straight into the shimmering, eerie entrance of the secret realm, vanishing instantly.

Seeing them enter, the Greenskin boss “Big Belly” let out a thunderous laugh, turned around, and returned to the “Battle Moon.”

Then, a scene that made even Qin Feng’s scalp tingle occurred.

That enormous war fortress, suspended in midair like a small satellite, had countless engines on its surface simultaneously spewing dazzling exhaust flames.

Without any hesitation, it adjusted its angle in a brutally straightforward manner and rammed straight into that unstable warp fragment—the entrance to the bug secret realm!

Boom!!!

Space shook violently; the entrance was torn open and expanded dozens of times, like a mouth forced wide open.

That massive “Battle Moon,” amid a series of grating spatial friction sounds, disappeared into the twisted light and shadow.

The world fell into deathly silence once more.

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes and emerged from his hiding place.

He didn’t follow immediately.

The most dangerous moments are often not the fiercest battles, but the beginning and the end.

He needed to confirm if there were any other variables.

Thus, he waited quietly outside the entrance for another day.

He carefully selected his trump cards.

In the end, Qin Feng spent 10 million contribution points to purchase a planetary-level S-class psionic field gun.

This psionic field gun was terrifyingly powerful. When activated by mental energy, it could fire psionic beams that easily annihilate the physical bodies of planetary-level powerhouses, and it also carried a mental interference field that caught opponents off guard. However, it could only be used once before exhausting all energy in its micro-psionic core—a one-time violent weapon. Higher grades of such weapons existed, allowing multiple uses, but they were far more expensive.

After confirming that no third-party forces had intervened, and that faint, thunderous roars of war—like billions of thunderclaps—were already echoing from within the secret realm,

Qin Feng took a deep breath, his form flickering, and transformed into an almost imperceptible stream of light, diving into the twisted, shimmering glow.

The moment Qin Feng passed through the rippling spatial barrier like water waves and stepped into the bug secret realm, a thick, almost tangible stench of blood and burnt flesh, mixed with the bugs’ unique sour and corrosive odor, rushed at him, nearly suffocating.

Before him lay a shattered and chaotic world.

The sky was a strange, dark red, as if soaked in endless blood.

The earth was crisscrossed with ravines, littered with huge explosion craters and torn scars.

Looking around, the entire world was covered in corpses—twisted bug carapace fragments and rough Greenskin orc chunks piled layer upon layer, forming an apocalyptic, bloody tableau.

In the air, fragments of various power armors still lingered, some with unextinguished energy arcs.

Clearly, before his entry, countless unimaginably brutal battles had already taken place here.

Qin Feng didn’t act rashly.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, he silently minimized his presence, and then his vast mental energy, which had already advanced to the “River Realm,” spread out like an invisible tide, in an extremely secretive and slow manner, in all directions.

The process lasted a full ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, a glint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

“Hamer, integrate the data and construct a three-dimensional map.”

"Command received, constructing..."

Within the HUD interface of his power armor, a holographic map of the secret realm, detailed to a horrifying degree, rapidly coalesced into form.

Mountains, rivers, canyons, hives... every geographical feature and landform was visible at a glance.

And upon the map, several points of light in different colors were flashing, representing all the top powerhouses present in this place.

"Four red dots, belonging respectively to Cang, Leng Yu, Yan Wu, and Moby."

Qin Feng's gaze fell upon one of the red dots nearest to the entrance, "Moby is responsible for guarding the rear, patrolling and monitoring the area near the entrance, presumably to prevent other martial artists from entering and disrupting their plans. However... he hasn't discovered me."

"That brightest green dot is, without a doubt, the greenskin boss 'Big Belly'. Its energy signature is even more powerful than Cang's, though it doesn't seem to have reached the intensity a stellar-level should possess, falling far short of a hive queen."

"Perhaps the greenskins are still hiding some trick up their sleeve."

"As for the center of the map, that largest orange dot... should be the hive queen at the absolute core of the hive, which is where that stellar-level hive-mind consciousness resides."

Qin Feng silently watched the real-time dynamic map on his HUD interface; the situation of the entire battlefield was already as clear as day in his mind.

At this very moment, a war of unprecedented and grand proportions was raging fiercely upon the central plains of the secret realm.

Tens of millions of greenskin orcs, roaring "WAAAGH!", collided violently with an equally endless tide of insects.

Flashing blades and roaring energy filled the air, as thousands of lives withered away with every passing second.

In this chaotic battlefield, there were even quite a few giant zerg units and greenskin war machines scattered about, emitting planetary-level energy fluctuations.

As for the instigators, the four individuals—Cang, Leng Yu, Yan Wu, and Moby—they hid like ghosts within a secluded canyon far away from the main battlefield, quietly watching this bloody drama they had orchestrated with their own hands, showing absolutely no intention of intervening.

"As expected, they are sitting on the mountain to watch the tigers fight."

Qin Feng understood perfectly well in his heart.

The greenskin orcs and the zerg were, to a certain extent, natural archenemies.

If the overall strength of both sides were equal, it would not be surprising for a war to be fought for hundreds of years.

But in reality, a delicate balance of suppression and counter-suppression existed between the two.

The greatest advantage of the zerg lay in their terrifyingly extreme capability to "spawn troops" and their efficiency in resource conversion; as long as there was enough matter, they could continuously create an endless sea of insects.

Yet their fatal flaw lay in the "hive queen" acting as the command center, whose individual combat capability was often not particularly outstanding.

The greenskins, however, were precisely the opposite.

Their reproduction and growth speeds were far inferior to those of the zerg, but their individual combat power, especially that of a "War Boss" acting as a leader, would soar to an extremely terrifying tier under the blessing of the "WAAAGH!" field, sufficient to crush any opponent of the same level.

Just like now.

When the greens

The Morning Star.

Mentor Gu Yue was lounging idly on the recliner in the training chamber, watching the light screen where Qin Feng, like an old monk in meditation, remained motionless beneath a certain rock, perfectly merging his aura with the environment. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This kid… he’s too sly.”

Lin Yue also laughed out loud.

“How did I never notice he was this sly before? Always putting on such a serious face, never thought he had some tricks up his sleeve.”

Lin Yue giggled softly, watching the still Qin Feng, and said with a smile, “Quite a contrast.”

“…”

……

Canaan Starry Sky Martial University, Iron Fist Tavern.

“Ahem, how can you call it underhanded? It’s strategy! It’s our Senior Qin Feng’s top-tier tactical acumen!”

A member of the Fearless War Group retorted righteously at the “sly” comments scrolling across the light screen.

“Come to think of it, that Cang is really something—coming up with a plan to use the Greenhide to break the deadlock. Ruthless.”

“Yeah, truly impressive. Too bad he was still seen through by our Senior Qin Feng. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!”

“Just don’t know if Senior Qin Feng, that ‘oriole,’ will succeed in the end.”

“…”

Ning Jing, Long Yu, and Nissan were still regulars at the tavern.

They watched Qin Feng’s match via the livestream, treating it as top-tier practical combat instruction, while in the Imperial Arena, they frantically honed their killing techniques, still unsteady after just stepping into the planetary level.

All three had successfully earned a spot in the top thousand of the “Starry Cup,” which meant they had tickets to the next “Universal Genius Battle.”

At the same time, they had already decided to sign up for the competition after watching Qin Feng’s brilliant “oriole behind” maneuver.

The Universal Genius Battle was held with extremely high frequency.

The Empire’s five million war groups each had their own unique education and training models, tested over countless ages.

Every so often, each war group would internally select a batch of the most elite young geniuses who had just broken through to the planetary level, sending them to the grandest and most brutal stage of the “Universal Genius Battle” for the ultimate baptism of blood and fire.

Watching Qin Feng’s performance, Ning Jing and the others naturally felt the urge to ascend to the Universal Genius Battle!

But none of them could be sure whether they would break into the major battle zones or be eliminated in the minor ones.

……

The same story unfolded in every corner of the universe.

Among the livestreams of the battles for over a dozen stellar-level resource points and countless ordinary ones, only the five-person nest site had the most viewers!

No other reason: four top-ten powerhouses with hidden agendas, each holding back dirty tricks to ambush one another, one Qin Feng playing the oriole behind, one Nest Queen of unknown depth, and one cunning, brutal Greenhide—the spectacle was simply too rich.

(End of this chapter)