Crack! Ge Bing’s foremost fist struck against Qin Fen’s own, the initial impact producing a metallic clang as it met Qin Fen’s iron-atom-covered form. Immediately following, the metal on the surface of his fist fractured, iron shards scattering wildly.

From the second floor, Song Zhenting’s eyes blazed with a light as potent as search beams, desperate to discern the nature of Qin Fen’s protective divine skill.

Ge Bing was startled even more by the force of Qin Fen’s counter-strike. He swung his other arm with all his might, bringing it down like a massive axe.

Clad in iron skin, he refused to believe that he, fully rested and prepared, could lose to Qin Fen, who had already expended considerable stamina, especially against what was essentially flesh and blood.

Qin Fen had no intention of retreating. Having resolved to knock down every suitor in the courtyard, he decided the most dominating and forceful method was best—to imprint an image of his invincibility upon their minds.

Neither combatant yielded, neither considered backing down. From the moment they engaged, they fought at near full power. The violent collision of their bodies sent shockwaves through the air, causing it to explode like firecrackers during the New Year celebration. In this relatively small courtyard, the force caused ordinary bystanders’ ears to ring incessantly.

The air felt as though it were tearing apart. Dust and debris flew up from the ground, even small stones were shaken loose and lifted into the air.

Those suitors who had been severely wounded and momentarily roused from unconsciousness watched the savage spectacle with wide-eyed astonishment.

Ge Bing had never displayed such ferocity before; the metal covering his body now appeared like solid iron rods.

This was equivalent to one fighter using a weapon while the other fought barehanded. It was like an iron rod striking a man’s body.

What would that feel like? If a child striking an ordinary adult with an iron rod could make the adult wince in pain, what must it be like for Ge Bing, a young master of such caliber?

Yet, Qin Fen refused to yield an inch, meeting the descending iron arm head-on and pressing forward again!

Facing the arm that fell like a battle-axe, he whipped his arm, stamped his foot, turned his waist, and executed a fluid, single whip movement!

You have an iron rod? I have a steel whip!

In a direct clash, Ge Bing’s arm jolted. The metal protecting it not only cracked but detached entirely. Qin Fen immediately transformed his fist into an open palm, delivering a “Luohan Buddha’s Salutation” strike directly towards Ge Bing’s vulnerable center.

Qin Fen’s draw, stamp, and strike—these two moves linked together seamlessly, flowing naturally without the slightest pause, increasing the power by another half. Not a single paving stone within a two-meter radius of his feet remained intact.

If the charging Ge Bing was the magnificent Formula One race car on the track, Qin Fen, pushing him back inch by inch, was the humble, unadorned steamroller repairing the road.

The protective metal covering Ge Bing’s arm shattered from the downward strike. He instantly felt a slight numbness and tingling in his limb, and the vibration from the ground unsettled his balance.

The very instant he tried to regain his footing, a whistle-like sound tore through the air above him—a sharp, piercing noise that made him instinctively want to cover his ears. The air itself seemed to cry out under Qin Fen’s strike. The explosive air pressure burned his eyes—the only area not protected by metal.

Ge Bing swiftly narrowed his eyes to evade the pressure wave. Through the narrow slits, he saw the colossal palm tearing through the air before it, rapidly expanding, much like the Five Finger Mountain conjured by the Tathagata Buddha in ancient myths. He instantly felt like the Monkey King facing an overwhelming mountain.

This “Luohan Buddha’s Salutation,” unleashed with Qin Fen’s fierce might, seemed capable of snapping any real iron rod or stopping a stone pillar thick enough for a man to hug!

“Come on!”

Under the crushing air pressure, Ge Bing narrowed his eyes, his unyielding fighting spirit blazing, and forced out a challenge.

Qin Fen’s “Luohan Buddha’s Salutation,” building upon the momentum and force of the preceding “Fluid Single Whip,” pushed his strength close to the limit of the power of Two Elephants!

Yet Ge Bing resolutely refused to retreat!

A king does not retreat!

Years of environmental conditioning suddenly caused Ge Bing’s eyes to snap open wide again. He raised both arms, seemingly enveloping Qin Fen’s arm between them, yet both hands remained a full inch away from Qin Fen’s limb.

In this state, Ge Bing’s arms rotated with the sudden, violent motion of a blender. His right palm struck out like a high-speed train suddenly forced onto a different track. The “Luohan Buddha’s Salutation” aimed at his head suddenly slid, grazing past Ge Bing’s hair and veering aside.

“What is this…?”

Qin Fen didn't have time to ponder what had just occurred, or how his unstoppable palm strike had been diverted. He instantly lifted his leg to intercept a sneaky low kick launched by Ge Bing in retaliation.

Even as he blocked the kick, affording himself no moment to breathe, Ge Bing’s arm, which had lost its iron-atom protection, was once again shielded by it. It smashed down with even fiercer, more brutal momentum, determined to overwhelm Qin Fen through sheer aura and seize the upper hand.

Ge Bing knew Qin Fen followed a purely hard and fast style. If he allowed Qin Fen’s momentum to build unchecked, he would only become stronger. Then, he truly wouldn't be able to contain him!

But this hard style also had its weakness: destroying the aggressive spirit, extinguishing the flame. Once that was done, even if Qin Fen wished to unleash his full power, it would be difficult.

The hard easily breaks.

Again? Qin Fen, inexplicably finding his seemingly certain blow deflected, channeled the surging battle intent into an immediate “Sky-Piercing Cannon” strike, refusing to yield.

Fist met palm. Ge Bing’s arm again resembled a bunker hit by a cannonball. The metal enveloping his arm exploded outward in shards, and a piercing pain shot up his limb.

“What is this guy’s body made of?”

The suitors lying on the ground couldn't comprehend how Qin Fen could shatter Ge Bing’s protective iron plating repeatedly. Didn't he feel any pain? What protective divine skill was he using?

Song Zhenting on the second floor looked increasingly grim. Qin Fen had attacked several times now, and though he watched with extreme concentration, he still could not identify Qin Fen's protective divine skill.

Qin Fen jolted the opponent’s right palm away with his punch, instantly converting the “Sky-Piercing Cannon” movement into a “Level-Heart Cannon,” determined to completely pulverize the magnificent, charging F1 car that was Ge Bing with a massive cannon blast.

As this punch shot out, his arm carved a visible tunnel of airflow through the air. The rolling sound was like the muffled thunder before a great storm.

Ge Bing transformed his left hand into a palm to block the path of the “Level-Heart Cannon,” while his right palm slapped the back of his left. He adopted a posture that also signaled his refusal to retreat.

However, the two palms held together looked incredibly fragile, like attempting to stop a large-caliber artillery shell with a single sheet of white paper.

The moment the fist and palms collided, the metal armor covering Ge Bing’s entire left arm shattered spectacularly without suspense. Qin Fen’s fist felt as if it had struck a massive explosive charge, being violently repelled upon impact. That immense rebounding force traveled up his fist, into his arm, and deep into his blood, slaughtering the internal energy within his limb.

The unimaginable rebound threw Qin Fen off balance. He retreated nearly ten steps before stabilizing his body, and the paving stones beneath his feet could not maintain their integrity with each step.

Ge Bing was not in much better shape. The blood in his body was boiling, burning, and roaring! Pain! Pain unlike anything he had ever known, so intense he was nearly losing consciousness—as if hundreds of iron rods were smashing his body simultaneously, making his very bones groan.

If the initial layer of metal hadn't been there to absorb part of the impact, his arm bones would likely have shattered long ago.

Even so, Ge Bing was in such agony that he couldn't even open his mouth to speak or make a sound. Taking Qin Fen’s punch was truly like being struck hard by a rampaging elephant.

Even an F1 car, striking an elephant, would be utterly mangled.

The fallen suitors’ paleness had lessened from before. Most of them were Level Two Biochemical Beast Fusions.

In the first stage, known as Parasitic Fusion, the biochemical beast lives symbiotically with the host’s muscles, skin, and internal organs. This enhances every cell of the user, doubling their capabilities, and allows for minor bodily repair when the user sustains injuries.

In Level Two Fusion, the regenerative capacity is significantly higher than Level One. While it cannot instantly reconnect shattered bones and restore combat readiness, it prevents them from falling into a coma.

These suitors, having recovered slightly, began to question if their injuries were causing hallucinations. Was Qin Fen truly human?

“Heh… heh heh…”

Ge Bing’s facial muscles twitched uncontrollably from the pain, yet a constant, strained laugh escaped his lips.

He could sense that the strength Qin Fen unleashed in that last punch, while immense, had cost him a great deal of stamina. If the fight continued, the advantage would shift to him.

Furthermore, when he saw Qin Fen’s fist, a smile curled his lips. That fist, which had shattered the iron plating multiple times, finally bore a faint trace of blood across its surface.

“So, you are also flesh and blood, not an indestructible Vajra body.”

The more Ge Bing saw, the happier he became. If the fight continued like this, his chances of winning were huge.

Qin Fen frowned. Two seemingly decisive attacks had both been deflected—and in remarkably strange ways.

Gradually, a smile also began to surface on his lips.

Ge Bing’s second deflection had successfully kept him from defeat, but it had also truly exposed the core nature of his new martial art.

“Magnetism. It can generate electricity. Magnetism can also generate gravity,” Qin Fen said with a light smile, slowly voicing his discovery. “The first time, it was the Yin and Yang in your left and right hands suddenly creating an attractive force to pull my punch. The second time, was it electricity? The force that threw me back so far—was that the electricity generated by the rotation of your Yin-Yang magnetism? No wonder my arm felt numb.”

Ge Bing raised an eyebrow. Qin Fen’s analysis exceeded his expectations. The greatest advantages of the Yin-Yang Magnetic Hand were exactly those two aspects Qin Fen mentioned, which was why he withstood Qin Fen’s two fatal blows.

“Knowing it doesn't mean you can break it,” Ge Bing retorted as his biochemical beast worked to repair the internal damage. The impact of that last punch was truly overwhelming. “Kid, remember this: we descendants of noble families are nurtured by mountains of gold and seas of wealth. Talents like us cannot be surpassed by someone who just trained for a few days.”

The blood on Qin Fen’s fist had stopped flowing. The biochemical beast gifted to him by Lin Liqiang, though only in the Level One Fusion state, was unmatched by Ge Bing’s Level Two Fusion when it came to healing. Even the injury on his fist had fully recovered.

The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill inside him began to increase its pressure. He did not wish to use [Rampage Tide] in front of so many people; it was his ultimate secret technique.

However, it seemed the current opponent, Ge Bing, who was supported by a veritable mountain of wealth, indeed possessed strength that could not be ignored.

Sometimes, the power of money was truly immense.

Looking at Ge Bing, Qin Fen had to admit that fact. He could practice diligently, but his opponent could simply throw money at the problem.

As the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill pressurized further, absolute confidence returned to Qin Fen’s expression. He gently raised his fist. His voice was not loud, nor was his tone boastful, but it carried an unshakable sense of calm certainty: “My fist can shatter the sky. You cannot stop it.”