Chapter 75: Ten Days in the Blink of an Eye

Chapter 75: Ten Days in the Blink of an Eye

The joy of enlightenment did not last long before it was drowned by a new wave of battles.

Qin Feng did not pause for a moment; his consciousness once again sank into the subspace network—the private domain of Qiming No.1 High School.

[Start Matching]

Light and shadow shifted, and the battle resumed.

Throughout the afternoon, he was like a tireless machine, frantically engaging in high-intensity duels.

In over forty matches, he only matched with one other newly promoted freshman.

The rest of his opponents, without exception, were all seasoned sophomores with steady auras and rich experience.

The tide of battle underwent a subtle yet profound change.

Having comprehended [Thousand Troops Guarding], Qin Feng’s defensive system had taken shape.

This move was not an isolated killing technique but the final form born from perfectly integrating all the defensive, force-diverting, blocking, and evasive techniques of the *Thousand Troops Spear* with the “Wandering Dragon” footwork, fusing them into a seamless whole.

The spear blossoms danced, impenetrable as water.

Facing the fierce assaults of the upperclassmen, Qin Feng was no longer as flustered as before.

His spear became an unbreachable fortress, dissolving all attacks at the level of technique into nothingness.

The upperclassmen soon realized that defeating this freshman in terms of “skill” had become exceedingly difficult.

Thus, the battle mode turned utterly pure.

They abandoned complex variations of moves and resorted to the most brutal, direct method—overwhelming Qin Feng with sheer force, relying on their far superior vitality index.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Every collision placed immense pressure on Qin Feng’s body.

The final outcome was no different.

Another afternoon passed, and he again harvested 40 crushing defeats and one victory.

[Proficiency in *Thousand Troops Spear* +231]

When Qin Feng withdrew his consciousness from the subspace network, he shook his numb arms and sank into contemplation.

“The gap now is mainly in physical constitution. On the level of killing techniques, unless I encounter those monsters who have mastered their techniques to perfection, I can already hold my own against them. The honing of skills can be put aside for now.”

He understood clearly that continuing to passively take beatings in the private domain would do little more than lower his points further.

Such moments of enlightenment under extreme pressure were rare and could not be forced.

It was better to play a few official ranked matches in the Imperial Arena each day, maintaining steady progress in his killing technique through evenly matched battles, and then devote most of his energy to improving his physical constitution.

There was another important reason for this decision.

“This month’s cultivation resources are a third more than last month’s. If I don’t squeeze out more time to practice the body-tempering method and fully absorb and convert these resources, it would be a waste.”

He had to squeeze every bit of resource into a part of his strength.

With this thought, Qin Feng adjusted his training plan again.

In the afternoons, he no longer devoted himself entirely to private domain battles but split his time, using half to practice the *Intermediate Imperial Body-Tempering Method*.

Sweat streamed down his forehead like a rivulet, dripping onto the floor of the martial arts hall, instantly evaporated by the high temperature radiating from his body.

He was like a precision machine set to a program. Every day, aside from his unshakable ten official ranked matches in the Imperial Arena and half an hour of practicing the *Imperial Meditation Method* before bed, all his waking hours were filled with the one hundred and eight painful yet efficient postures of the *Intermediate Imperial Body-Tempering Method*.

His strength steadily improved through this almost self-torturing ascetic training.

Time, in this monotonous repetition, flew by. In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.

…

Night, Dormitory 402.

Qin Feng, Shi Potian, and Qian Duoduo sat by their beds, simultaneously opening their wrist terminals. A notification from their homeroom teacher was projected before them.

It was about the final instructions for tomorrow’s Qiming Inter-School League.

[Notice]:

Tomorrow at 8:00 AM, all participating students are to gather in the square in front of the school’s [North Crown Building] and depart together.

All personnel will take the school’s dedicated shuttle to the competition venue. Remain quiet and follow discipline during the journey.

Upon arrival at the venue, all actions must follow the lead teacher’s arrangements. Unauthorized departure from the group is strictly prohibited.

Below the notice, the detailed competition rules for this league were attached.

[Competition System]:

Freshman Competition (Day 1): Single-elimination 1v1 format. All participating freshmen will be randomly drawn by the system to determine the match order. One loss means immediate elimination. This continues until the champion is decided.

Upperclassman Competition (Days 2–7): (Click to view rule details)

“Single-elimination format—brutal enough.”

Qian Duoduo clicked his tongue. “If you’re unlucky and draw a tough opponent in the first round, you’re out after one match.”

“The competition is tomorrow. Let’s all rest early today and recharge.”

Shi Potian spoke up.

The three exchanged a few brief words and then returned to their own rooms.

Qin Feng lay on his bed, thought for a moment, and still decided to call his father.

The light flickered, and his father Qin Dahai’s face appeared in the projection.

The background was still their living room, and his uncle’s family was also there.

But this time, Qin Feng keenly noticed that although his father and uncle still wore smiles, there was a deliberately hidden worry lingering between their brows.

It was an anxiety they were forcing themselves to conceal, not wanting him to discover.

Qin Feng noticed, but he did not call it out on the spot.

“Dad, Uncle, tomorrow I’m going to compete in the Qiming Inter-School League—the freshman competition. There will be an official live broadcast throughout.”

“Really? That’s great!”

Qin Dahai immediately perked up. “Your uncle and I will both take the day off tomorrow! We’ll be watching your match on the terminal!”

Uncle Wang Ming also nodded vigorously: “We have to watch! Cheer for our Feng!”

The atmosphere in the living room grew lively again. The two younger brothers and the little sister chirped excitedly, saying they absolutely had to see their big brother shine on TV.

Qin Feng smiled and encouraged his younger siblings a bit, telling them to study hard and train diligently, before ending the call.

The projection vanished, and the smile on his face faded.

He opened a private chat with his father and sent a message.

[Qin Feng]: Dad, is something wrong at home?

This time, his father's reply came a few minutes slower.

【Father】: It's nothing, what could it be? It's just that the factory was supposed to allocate us an apartment this month, but someone cut in line at the last moment. The boss said to wait a bit longer, and they'll make it up when there's a vacancy.

【Qin Feng】: Really?

【Father】: Don't you worry! It's really nothing! Your uncle now earns a hundred thousand imperial coins a month, a huge sum! Even if the unit doesn't give us an apartment, we can save up for a year and buy a new one ourselves! It doesn't affect anything! You focus on your competition—that's the top priority!

【Qin Feng】: Okay.

(The end of this chapter)