Chapter 62: Meeting the Mad Demon Staff Again

Chapter 62: Encounter with the Mad Demon Staff Again

【ID】：Mad Demon Staff

【Rank】：First Dan

【Points】：152

【Record】：375 Wins, 360 Losses

【Self-Introduction】：A staff sweeps a wide area, curing all kinds of defiance.

【Enemy Reviews (99+ Excerpts)】：Haven’t won in eight hundred years?; The pressure is too intense, no chance to breathe; Terrible sportsmanship, even desecrates the corpse after winning, disgusting…; Is this bastard only capable of that one move?

This ID left a deep impression on Qin Feng.

A month ago, when he first entered the arena for his placement matches, he had encountered this fellow.

Back then, he was beaten from start to finish by that unreasonable, rabid-dog-like oppressive staff technique, unable to fight back at all. In the end, his head was shattered by a single strike, and the opponent stood over his “corpse,” sending a taunting emoji.

“Come on.”

Qin Feng’s eyes grew sharp.

The scene shifted, and the two appeared in an ancient arena shrouded in swirling yellow sand.

Opposite him stood a burly man, gripping a metal staff in his hand.

Qin Feng raised his spear, the tip angled toward the ground, assuming a standard “coiled” stance.

The countdown for the battle had just ended.

Mad Demon Staff let out a roar, charging toward Qin Feng like a tiger descending a mountain.

The metal staff in his hand whirled with a fierce wind, transforming into an impenetrable wall of shadows that crashed down upon Qin Feng’s head.

It was the same familiar, unreasonable oppressive style.

Right from the start, a full-coverage onslaught, giving the opponent no chance to catch a breath or create distance.

Last time, Qin Feng had been forced into a flustered retreat under this very style, eventually crushed to death.

But this time, it was different.

Facing the cascade of staff shadows descending upon him, Qin Feng’s eyes showed no trace of disturbance.

His feet moved.

The “Wandering Dragon” footwork.

His figure left a faint afterimage at the spot.

Meanwhile, his true body shifted three steps to the left, like a phantom.

Three steps, neither too much nor too little, precisely escaping the range of that staff shadow.

“Huh?”

Mad Demon Staff’s strike missed, and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He immediately adjusted his stance, twisting his wrist, and swept the staff horizontally with a tearing shriek, aiming for Qin Feng’s waist.

This strike was both fast and fierce.

Yet Qin Feng’s movements were even faster.

Just as the staff was about to connect, Qin Feng’s figure once again became elusive.

“Whoosh—”

The heavy wind of the staff grazed past his scalp, howling by.

Both attacks had completely missed!

“Interesting!”

Mad Demon Staff’s expression finally turned serious.

He cast aside all contempt, unleashing his staff technique to its fullest.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with flying staff shadows and rolling waves of air.

Every strike was heavy and powerful, wide and sweeping, brimming with a wild, violent beauty.

Yet no matter how ferocious or dense his attacks were,

Qin Feng’s figure stood like a rock in a raging torrent, unyielding.

The “Wandering Dragon” footwork, after the epiphany from his battle with Zhou Yu and the honing of hundreds of subsequent fights, had grown ever more fluid and natural.

He could always find the tiniest gaps in the storm of attacks with minimal effort and the most precise steps, dodging with ease.

The more Mad Demon Staff fought, the more alarmed he became.

He felt as if he were attacking a phantom that didn’t exist.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even touch a corner of his opponent’s clothes.

And his opponent, from start to finish, hadn’t even raised his spear.

This was a silent, ultimate contempt!

“Aaaah! Die!”

Mad Demon Staff went completely berserk, letting out a beastly roar. Abandoning all defense, he poured every ounce of strength into the staff in his hand, unleashing a suicidal, indiscriminate sweep covering the entire area ahead. “Ultimate move—Mad Demon Staff!”

Now!

Qin Feng, who had been passively dodging, flashed a sharp glint in his eyes.

This was what he had been waiting for—the fatal opening born from his opponent’s impatience.

Qin Feng stepped forward, not retreating but advancing, toward the sweeping staff shadow.

The spear in his hand finally moved at that moment.

No flashy motions, no dazzling spear light.

Only a single thrust, swift to the extreme, like chasing light and shadows.

Ultimate move—Flowing Light Chasing Shadows!

“Pfft!”

In the instant before the metal staff reached Qin Feng,

that cold, dark spear tip, arriving after but striking first, precisely pierced through Mad Demon Staff’s skull.

All of Mad Demon Staff’s movements came to an abrupt halt.

His body slowly dissolved into countless specks of light, fading into the air.

【Victory!】

The cold system prompt sounded in Qin Feng’s ear.

Qin Feng withdrew his spear and stood upright, letting out a long, deep breath.

His killing technique had now far surpassed that of Mad Demon Staff.

He did not pause; he directly clicked the "Continue Matching" button.

For the next several hours, Qin Feng was completely immersed in the high-intensity battles of the Imperial Arena.

He encountered all kinds of opponents, each with a distinct style.

Every battle, whether victory or defeat, became nourishment for the improvement of his spear technique.

"Thousand Army Breaker" grew ever more fierce and unstoppable.

"Flowing Light Chasing Shadow" grew ever swifter and more unfathomable.

The "Wandering Dragon" footwork also became more elusive and hard to predict.

[Thousand Army Spear Proficiency +3]

[Thousand Army Spear Proficiency +2]

[...]

The notifications on the system panel kept refreshing.

Only when the sky outside the window had completely darkened did Qin Feng exit the Imperial Arena, ending today's frenzied ranked journey.

He rubbed his slightly swollen temples and opened his own arena data panel.

After an afternoon of nearly forty high-intensity ranked matches,

his spear proficiency had increased by a full 112 points.

Qin Feng opened the ranked match panel and realized that his total number of matches had unknowingly approached 400.

[ID]: Qin

[Rank]: Segment One

[Points]: 173

[Ranked Record]: 205 wins, 168 losses

[Win Rate]: 55%

[Self-Introduction]: None

[Enemy Comments (2)]: Respected opponent; Dead loach.

There was one more comment; Qin Feng guessed it was from Mad Stick, that person had very low character.

Then Qin Feng looked at the proficiency panel.

[Name]: Qin Feng

[Vitality Index]: 10.059

[Martial Artist Level]: Second-level Martial Artist

[Cultivation Method]:

Basic Empire Body-Tempering Method (Perfection)

[Proficiency]: 10000 / 10000

[Effect]: Under current realm, passively increases Vitality Index by 0.001 per hour. Body recovery speed and energy absorption efficiency receive a minor boost.

Emperor Meditation Method (Beginner)

[Proficiency]: 13 / 100

[Effect]: Nail of Favor x1: The speed at which you cultivate the meditation method receives a faint amplification.

[Killing Technique]:

Thousand Army Spear (Mastery)

[Proficiency]: 112 / 10000

[Mastered Killing Moves]: Thousand Army Breaker, Flowing Light Chasing Shadow

(End of chapter)