Qin Fen's call was not loud, yet it possessed an uncanny penetration. He stood perfectly still. In every gesture, he appeared utterly composed, yet an undeniable, formidable aura radiated from him.

This presence was vastly different from the overbearing, aggressive might he displayed before; now, his aura was like a cloud—lofty, looking down upon the myriad things in the vast world below.

A Grandmaster's bearing!

The eight young masters felt their vision suddenly blur. It was as if their opponent was not a contemporary, but a long-established, pioneering Grandmaster within the Federation.

Song Zhenting also started, raising a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes.

Just now, he had glimpsed a fleeting shadow in Qin Fen—the silhouette of his father, Song Wendong, the Martial God of Earth, the Qilin!

Though it lasted only an instant, Song Zhenting felt certain he hadn't been mistaken. At his level of cultivation, he possessed unparalleled focus and would never suffer hallucinations.

Butler Hou’s eyes, at that very moment, shone with a light as sharp as needles; he had seen the exact same figure that Song Zhenting had witnessed.

Unlike Song Zhenting and Butler Hou, the eight young martial artists were sure they had experienced a momentary illusion. This was because, during the preceding fight, Qin Fen had gravely injured two of them with the force of ten thousand bolts of lightning, thereby shaking the confidence in everyone's heart, which led to the illusion.

To the young masters, a Grandmaster was an invincible existence.

The fierce, dominating power Qin Fen had momentarily unleashed also carried a sense of sweeping invincibility. At least, among the young experts, almost no one believed they could defeat this sudden appearance of a young martial artist in a one-on-one confrontation.

The young martial artists found the situation absurd.

Normally, weren't they all the cream of the crop? Phrases like, "You lot, attack together," should have been issuing from their own mouths.

Today, someone else was saying it to them. They wondered if this was karma or just a stretch of terrible luck encountering this kid.

If the eight of them joined forces, and chose to attack first?

The young martial artists felt they couldn't afford the shame.

The very idea of teaming up was already deeply embarrassing; if they collaborated and still failed to seize the initiative...

Several of the young martial artists were unsure if they could ever face anyone again.

As the young martial artists hesitated over whether to strike first, Qin Fen’s simulated meridians within his body fully expanded, covering his entire being. His activated heart was powerful like a water pump, and the high-speed circulation of blood influenced his muscle fibers. Under the surge of true Qi, he violently threw his head back. A dense sound of bones stretching and pulling echoed between the bones of his skeleton.

With this lift of the head, his spine became further elongated, and thick, green tendons pulsed visibly, crisscrossing beneath his skin like an intricate map. His muscles followed, writhing, swelling, and swelling again!

In the mere blink of an eye, Qin Fen's body visibly stretched upward by more than five centimeters. His eyes widened into bronze bells, two brilliantly shining orbs that looked like a pair of 200-watt light bulbs had been installed. The entire figure resembled an ancient, colossal demonic ape—unparalleled in its dominance, standing tall against the firmament!

This time, the eyelids of the youngsters didn't just twitch; their entire scalps felt like they were leaping. They could never have imagined Qin Fen suddenly becoming so terrifying, as if possessed by a fiend. Just a single glance told them the horrifying power contained within his body.

In that moment, the young martial artists discarded all reservations.

Such an astonishing transformation surely implied an even more explosively terrifying power.

Attacking together to seize the initiative was disgraceful and humiliating, but! If they teamed up and were still soundly beaten, wouldn't that be even more humiliating?

The group needed no eye contact to communicate. They stamped their feet simultaneously, exhibiting various movement techniques, pouncing toward Qin Fen from different angles.

Suddenly, the courtyard churned with surging winds and thick killing intent. Even Lin Liqiang, who was watching from the sidelines with immense faith in Qin Fen, felt a surge of worry at this moment.

Qian Xueling’s Guan Hong Zhi (Piercing Rainbow Finger) shot out its "Long Rainbow Pierces the Sun," two fingers aimed precisely at the jaw muscle of Qin Fen.

Caesar swept his leg out horizontally. The violent wind generated by his kick whistled like a great banner, aiming for the back of Qin Fen's knee joint. The muscles of his body shone with a metallic luster—clearly the new martial art, "Steel Battle Form," combined with the ancient European leg technique, "Sha Ba Duo" (Savage Chopping).

The air behind Qin Fen abruptly cooled, and though the frigid chill hadn't yet reached his body, it instantly dropped the surrounding temperature close to freezing.

Without needing to look back, they knew this was a new martial art: "Nitrogen Pressure Freezing Demon Way," reputed to be powerful enough to completely freeze a soon-to-erupt volcano when utilized to its absolute limit!

To Qin Fen's left, cold light suddenly flared—it was a steel saber, three feet long, wielded by an attacker whose eyes burned with a blood-red light. This was the combat style born of the Butcher's Way of Slaughter.

This attacker had truly killed before! And not just one person!

This strike, though possessing the weakest overall force among all the attacks, carried the greatest destructive potential.

The seven young masters, casting aside all dignity to attack together, exerted a pressure even greater than when Qin Fen instantly defeated two martial artists moments ago.

Qin Fen did not move, immobile as an Unmoving Vajra.

The trajectory carved by the saber was exquisitely beautiful, like a swallow darting through the air, the killing intent contained within the very tip of the blade.

This was no longer sparring; it was a fight to the death!

Even Song Zhenting on the second floor showed a hint of gravity in his expression. Looking at the performance of this generation of youths, he realized that the "Samsara of Life and Death" from the Five Hells Saber Scripture was actually being executed quite skillfully.

The saber moved with extreme speed, truly like a lightning bolt in the dark night. The tip pointed directly at the great artery in Qin Fen's neck. The attacker did not believe that Qin Fen, whose body had become so robust, could be completely impervious to blades and spears.

Having activated his bio-beast, Qin Fen's skin had become extremely tough. No matter how the "Samsara of Life and Death" of the Five Hells Saber Scripture concentrated killing intent onto a single point, this was not a true Grandmaster executing his ultimate technique. The faintly ghostly hum of the blade as it neared told him exactly where the strike would land and how many variations were contained within it.

Qin Fen had never encountered the Five Hells Saber Scripture, yet he could instantly analyze the entirety of this most threatening strike, like a supercomputer.

He didn't know if this was the result of his martial perception skyrocketing after fusing with the liquid metal sphere, or if Lin Liqiang's bio-beast had stimulated his brain to be more active, or perhaps even if the bio-beast itself carried super-calculation functions. He only knew that this single strike held no secrets for him!

Just as the momentum of this strike reached its peak, Qin Fen finally moved.

The moment he moved, the resulting momentum instantly overwhelmed the combined force of the seven attackers. He employed Long Zhe Shen (Dragon Shrouding Body)! The very ground vibrated, not from a man’s stomp, but from an elephant! A giant elephant stamping its foot in a frenzy, sending shockwaves through the ground, causing everyone’s footing to momentarily shift.

It was like two high-speed cars suddenly colliding—the resulting inertia threw people off balance.

In that instant, the stones beneath Qin Fen’s feet showed not a single crack, yet the stone slabs a foot away from him jumped upward, shattering into fist-sized fragments that flew everywhere.

The young martial artist with the saber, at the apex of his blade energy, just as he was about to succeed, never anticipated the earth beneath him would suddenly dance. It felt like an earthquake, causing a momentary opening in his attack.

Dodging the saber with Long Zhe Shen, Qin Fen reached out and seized the hand gripping the weapon. His shoulder slammed into the attacker’s body.

Qin Fen's body was now a tank! Forget a man, he could smash right through a wall. How could the saber-wielding young martial artist withstand the impact of a tank? Bones shattered, and the man was sent flying backward.

At this moment, the others recovered from the ground’s vibration and completely surrounded him, unleashing a flurry of chaotic strikes upon Qin Fen.

They believed that not just a muscle-bound man, but even a true iron golem would be smashed to pieces under such a barrage of punches and kicks.

Fists and feet whistled through the air. Qin Fen felt an unprecedented, massive pressure, his fighting spirit soaring to the point where he wanted to shout with exhilaration. The group combat technique he had secretly learned from the Battle Net, [Vajra Frenzy Dance], erupted fully at this moment.

Instantly, punches and kicks collided in the air like the clash of heavy hammers. The air trembled, and the earth shook.

Song Jia, watching from the second floor, was stunned by Qin Fen. Already resembling a temple Vajra while cornered by six assailants, unleashing the [Vajra Frenzy Dance] made him look exactly like a living Bodhisattva descending to the mortal realm!

The brief exchange was like a storm. The seven fighters' battle concluded swiftly. After barely a dozen impacts of fists and feet, everyone was sent flying out of the melee.

The six younger masters had used their bio-beasts, and Qin Fen couldn't block all of their techniques. In a flash, he took at least four punches and two kicks to his body—his back, chest, and thigh all took blows.

Each of these men’s strikes carried a force of five to six hundred jin, or perhaps even more. Qin Fen felt a searing pain where he was struck. This was the first time in a real fight, since sparring with his instructor, that he had felt such a distinct sensation.

Qin Fen felt pain in several places on his body, but the other six attackers were in a far more miserable state.

Qin Fen’s own punches and kicks carried the force of one elephant! Amplified by the bio-beast boost, they approached the force of two elephants. Taking one of his punches was equivalent to being kicked twice by an elephant, and being hit by his body was like being rammed by a rampaging elephant.

That force was far more powerful than being hit by a car.

All six young martial artists were blasted away by his blows, and Qin Fen's punches were both heavy and fast.

A blow to the body would never be just one punch; it was at least two.

In the flash of combat, Butler Hou managed to catch the six young martial artists as they landed. However, they had lost all fighting capability. Not only were their rib cages shattered, but worse, their arm bones, leg bones, and hand bones were broken.

Their bones had been crushed after colliding repeatedly with Qin Fen's arms. When they managed to land a punch on his body, it felt as if they weren't hitting flesh, but metal!

A terrifyingly powerful Body Hardening Divine Art!

Caesar lay on the ground, clutching his right leg—the very leg he had used to viciously strike Qin Fen’s thigh, his right leg empowered by [Steel Battle Form], capable of shattering stalagmites!

Yet, with that one kick, the opponent was largely unaffected, while his own leg was broken.

Qin Fen reached down and touched his thigh, grimacing in pain. That kick felt like he had been lashed by a whip studded with iron nails; the burning pain was unlike anything he had experienced before.

Song Zhenting looked at Qin Fen, his furrowed brow now shifting toward anger. This young man had used his Body Hardening Divine Art three times, and the third instance, displayed during actual combat with such formidable power, had actually broken the new martial art, [Steel Battle Form].

Even so, Song Zhenting still couldn't discern what Qin Fen's Body Hardening Divine Art was, which undeniably annoyed him.

The tension on Song Jia’s face completely vanished; she looked happily down at Qin Fen, gently waving her arm.

"Don't rush. There's still one more," Song Zhenting said, gesturing with his eyes toward Ge Bing, who hadn't moved the entire time. "If Qin Fen loses, you have to marry him."

"Qin Fen will not lose."

"Is that so?" Song Zhenting chuckled. "Do you think Qin Fen hasn't expended energy? Fighting seven peers who used bio-beasts—he isn't a god."

"He won't..."

"We'll see. Look at his forehead; see if there's sweat," Song Zhenting said, sporting the faint smile of an expert commentator. "This should be his first time fighting with a bio-beast. He's unfamiliar with coordinating its power. The effect is strong, but it can’t be sustained for long. Ge Bing probably realized this, which is why he hasn't acted yet, right?"

Clap, clap, clap...

Ge Bing clapped softly, his gentlemanly demeanor resembling a patron watching an opera in a grand theater.

"Good, very good," Ge Bing said, admiring Qin Fen. "Qin Fen, is it? I am beginning to admire you. I retract my earlier statement that you weren't worthy to fight me. You are qualified, very much so. I am starting to understand why Young Master Lin looks upon you with favor. Deigning to make friends with you—having an ally like you, if you develop well in the martial path, could be a great help in seizing the position of Family Head in the future."

Qin Fen smiled lightly, shaking his head and waving his finger. "No, you are wrong in two aspects. First, you shouldn't try to sow discord between me and Qiangzi; it's useless against me. Second, if you truly believe that, then you are mistaken. Qiangzi and I are friends, very good friends. The only thing you got right is that if Qiangzi truly aims for the position of Family Head, I will absolutely help him. If he refuses my help, I will beat him—Old Yin and I—until he agrees to let us help him."

Lin Liqiang stretched lazily and chuckled. "Luckily, I have no idiotic desire to take the Family Head position. Being the head is so tiring; why bother with that junk?"

Ge Bing shrugged. "Do you know why I didn't make a move earlier?"

"I know," Qin Fen said confidently. "You want to defeat me in a solo duel. Especially after I’ve taken down nine of them. If you can beat me, it proves you are stronger than any of those nine. Your prestige in your—circle—would surely grow immensely, right?"

"Correct," Ge Bing raised an eyebrow. "You are smart. Shall we begin then?"

Qin Fen nodded, settling into his stance, and said slowly, "But you are not smart. Do you think I can be beaten just because I expended massive energy fighting nine people? Even if you are individually stronger than any of the other nine, you cannot defeat me."

"I will win," Ge Bing’s eyes shone with unprecedented confidence. "Because..."