Ge Bing slowly spread his arms level with his shoulders, his palms facing up as he moved them in a gentle sweep, causing the dust on the ground to stir incessantly.

This wasn't the result of a powerful atmospheric field causing the dust to dance.

The moment Ge Bing opened his arms, he had not unleashed any of his inherent power.

The simulated meridians spread rapidly throughout Ge Bing’s body, much like tendrils relaying information across a computer chip.

The dust within a five-meter radius of Ge Bing’s body seemed to respond to some unseen summons, completely detaching itself from the pull of the earth’s gravity.

Slowly, so slowly.

All the dust began to revolve, tracing circles in the air.

Ge Bing’s body was like the sun in a solar system, and the dust surrounding him acted as the planets, orbiting around him.

And the speed of rotation increased relentlessly. In mere seconds, centered on Ge Bing, a colossal whirlwind formed, drawing in even more dust.

The dust completely obscured the line of sight within the vortex, from which came the sharp crack of electrical sparks, punctuated by Ge Bing’s calm, self-assured voice: “Because I am not just a Level Two Fusion—I am the practitioner best suited for the New Martial Arts utilizing Bio-Beasts.”

The dust whirlwind vanished, or rather, all the dust had transformed its state.

Ge Bing stood at the very center of the former vortex’s eye, now clad not in expensive European designer clothes, but in an “Iron Suit.”

Every iron atom from the dust had coalesced during the whirlwind and, through meticulous arrangement, now coated the surface of Ge Bing’s body.

If Ge Bing hadn't taken a slow step forward, observers might have mistaken him for an exquisite piece of metal artistry.

Behind the iron mask covering his face, his eyes flashed with haughty confidence, resembling a metallic fiend from an animation.

Qin Fen was startled by the spectacle Ge Bing had created. Despite years of watching combat streams online, he couldn't discern how Ge Bing had accomplished something so overtly "fantastical." This display surpassed any martial technique he had ever witnessed.

Was this truly a martial technique? Qin Fen couldn't help but admire the creators of the New Martial Arts; they were madmen capable of manifesting the impossible through sheer, bizarre ingenuity.

“What? Surprised?” Ge Bing’s confidence swelled dramatically as the Iron Suit enveloped him completely. “Many people only know the Bio-Beast as a super-enhancer for the human body, believing that possessing one grants the key to surpassing one’s innate strength. In reality, those people are amateurs.”

Ge Bing paused here, shifting his gaze toward Lin Liqiang, who sat on the steps near the edge of the red-brick building. “Am I right, Young Master Lin?”

Lin Liqiang nodded slowly, remaining silent. Ge Bing’s current display had not exceeded his expectations. For Ge Bing to hold a respectable position within [Omitted Term/Organization], if he didn't grasp the true application of the Bio-Beast, he would have long devolved into a mere dissolute son.

Clad in the Iron Suit, Ge Bing felt an immense exhilaration. Looking down at the figures scattered on the ground, the smile in his eyes deepened further.

Those people were truly unlucky. Some among them knew the real use of the Bio-Beast, but tragically, the first two men struck down were among them; they were defeated before they could fully activate their enhancements.

Ge Bing turned his attention back to Qin Fen, feeling a strange sense of gratitude toward the young man who had suddenly intervened. Had Qin Fen not stepped in, future selection rounds would have inevitably forced him to fight the other two Bio-Beast users, where victory might have been uncertain. Furthermore, as time passed, those who didn't know how to use the Bio-Beast properly might eventually learn its true methods.

“As a token of my thanks, I will tell you the true purpose of the Bio-Beast,” Ge Bing said, a subtle smile flickering in his eyes. Dust continued to slowly rise around his body, adding itself to the Iron Suit. “The initial design and development of the Bio-Beast were never intended for you Gǔwǔ practitioners; it is a specialized auxiliary system for the New Martial Arts. Different Bio-Beasts coordinate with specific New Martial Arts to maximize their potential.”

Having said this, Ge Bing once more looked toward Lin Liqiang. “Young Master Lin, was I correct?”

Lin Liqiang made no verbal reply, but lightly applauded twice, then gave a thumbs-up, conceding Ge Bing’s point.

“And so~” Ge Bing dragged out the last syllable with excitement, “The benefit the Bio-Beast offers someone like you, a Gǔwǔ user, is far less significant than the benefit it offers me, a New Martial Arts user. Even if you are Meteor-rank, your Bio-Beast is only Level One Fusion, nowhere near the strength unleashed by my Level Two Fusion. Coupled with the Bio-Beast perfectly suited to my New Martial Art, and the stamina you’ve already expended and the injuries you’ve sustained—the eventual victor of this fight will undoubtedly be me. Rest assured, when I marry Jiajia, I will send you a wedding invitation.”

Ge Bing was reveling in his speech, oblivious to the fact that Lin Liqiang, who had agreed with every word, now wore a slight smile of disdain and was gently shaking his head.

Lin Liqiang did not deny that the Bio-Beasts were originally created to serve New Martial Arts users.

However, times were changing, and society was advancing. If the Bio-Beasts remained solely for the New Martial Arts, they would eventually become obsolete. While the Bio-Beasts of the Federation were still entirely dedicated to New Martial Arts users, it didn't mean none had been created specifically for Gǔwǔ.

At least... Lin Liqiang watched Qin Fen’s figure with a faint smile. The Bio-Beast currently active on his good friend was a novel type designed for Gǔwǔ—no! One that could serve both Gǔwǔ and the New Martial Arts simultaneously.

Of course, Lin Liqiang had no information in all the data he could access suggesting the existence of a fourth Bio-Beast in the Federation designed specifically for Gǔwǔ.

Looking at Qin Fen, Lin Liqiang sighed softly again. The activation time for this Bio-Beast was simply too late. At its current Level One Fusion, the capabilities it could manifest were no different from an ordinary Bio-Beast. In a real fight, Qin Fen would have to rely mostly on himself, rather than the special abilities granted by the enhancement.

Song Zhenting’s eyes narrowed to thin slits, a glow dancing within them unlike any seen before. He wasn't focused on the triumphant Ge Bing; his entire concern was fixed on Qin Fen. His gaze was locked solely on Qin Fen, trying to comprehend the protective divine skill Qin Fen had demonstrated several times—a skill he couldn't decipher. Such a failure was unacceptable for him.

This was an insult to his entire martial career! How could he fail to see through the protective art of a mere junior?

He waited, anticipating Qin Fen’s first move. The initial instant of action was always the most critical moment for revealing a martial technique.

Song Jia’s heart clenched once more. Qin Fen had taken down nine men, and though he appeared outwardly imposing and overwhelmingly dominant, his stamina must be severely depleted. Ge Bing was a well-known figure in his circle—not only sharp-witted but possessing formidable martial strength. There was no rumor of him ever being defeated in combat.

“My New Martial Art is called the Yin-Yang Magnetic Hand.”

Ge Bing struck a pose with the air of a master, introducing the name of his art neither quickly nor slowly. He traced a large circle in the air before him with his hands, and the ambient dust followed the movement, forming a ring in the sky.

Qin Fen slowly adopted his stance. This was a high-level martial art that money couldn't buy in the market, far beyond what he encountered online. He knew nothing of its specifics, so he resolved to counter whatever came his way.

Protected by his iron shell, Ge Bing’s confidence reached its zenith. He flicked both hands, and two pea-sized iron spheres, composed of iron atoms, broke through the air toward Qin Fen’s chest! Simultaneously, his body sprang forward with explosive force. With just a single shift, he charged like an unpainted automobile, generating a stifling, howling rush of wind aimed directly at Qin Fen!

The speed of this attack was far more ferocious than that of the previous seven young experts, like an F1 race car accelerating onto a highway.

Iron spheres leading the way, followed by the body’s impact—this was the dual strike of the New Martial Art, Yin-Yang Magnetic Hand: the "Golden Dragon Spits Pearls" followed by the "Steel Armor Charge."

In that instant, Qin Fen felt the intense killing intent, causing the hairs on his head to stand on end, sharp as steel needles.

Another man who had killed! And likely more than once!

Among his peers, no one had ever exerted such a powerful sense of oppression upon him. Du Zhanpeng had never faced him head-on and couldn't know the true sensation, but this arrogant Ge Bing, using iron pellets as projectiles while simultaneously delivering a physical charge, gave Qin Fen the feeling of facing himself in combat!

This Ge Bing’s strength might even surpass that of Crimson Scorpion! Beyond the sheer force of the charge, Qin Fen sensed an inherent, superior authority woven into the attack—like an ancient emperor drawing the Son of Heaven’s Sword.

He had forged his own martial path!

The nature of a person dictates the nature of their martial path. Qin Fen’s path had started later, drawing from various schools of martial arts, and he had yet to form a completely unique system. However, battling his way through had gradually allowed his inherently fierce disposition to surface, hinting at a potential path of rigid dominance.

Ge Bing, born into superiority and guided by the philosophy of looking down upon all creation, had progressed much faster down his martial path. His martial intent and spirit were already beginning to fuse, and spurred by Qin Fen, he unleashed a peak attack unprecedented even for him.

Qin Fen took a deep breath, channeling power throughout his body; his blood surged and leaped like a river within him. Facing Ge Bing’s hyperspeed assault, he showed no intention of retreating or evading. He met the attack head-on with the “Skyward Cannon,” slamming his left palm down to crush the two iron pellets into powder, then followed with a rotating punch from his right hand, stamping his heel heavily into the flagstones.