A subtle voice carried the aura of a true powerhouse. Gobing’s spirit recoiled from an unprecedented wave of dense, shocking pressure; the composure radiating from Qin Fen once again revealed a trace of the Grandmaster’s bearing.

Qin Fen took a step forward, utterly ordinary. There was no earth-shattering tremor accompanying this step, no spray of shattered stone—it was as effortless as a gentle stroll after dinner.

The hairs on Gobing’s neck shot upright instantly. His eyes, narrowed to slits, flashed with cold vigilance, and Iron Atom filaments immediately coated the surface of his body.

“A wounded beast is far more ferocious than usual.”

Gobing had not forgotten those words.

Qin Fen had expended colossal amounts of stamina; he knew the punch that was coming next might very well be Qin Fen’s final, desperate blow.

If I can just evade this one strike…

Gobing issued a new command to the internal chip, pushing the stimulation data to the very limit his body could withstand. This was the critical foundation that would allow him to unleash his ultimate power.

Seeing Qin Fen advance another step, Gobing could wait no longer. He rubbed his palms together, and crackling blue electrical sparks danced between them.

Since he had been seen through, there was no point in hiding it any longer. Laying it out openly might, conversely, become a threat that preyed on his opponent’s mind.

Gobing’s logic was sound. The instant his feet locked onto the ground, the gravitational pull generated by his Yin-Yang Electromagnetism Technique violently repelled the planet’s own gravitational force beneath him.

Combining his explosive force with this repulsion, Gobing transformed from an F1 racer into a jet aircraft; his movement through the air carried the distinct whistle of a projectile shell.

The new martial art, Yin-Yang Magnetic Hand: Repulsive Counter-Thrust, was astonishingly fierce.

Facing such a ferocious charge, Qin Fen’s calm expression did not shift in the slightest.

He slightly bent his body, his leading ankle rotating sharply, which caused his entire frame to pivot just slightly. This was the Dragon Conceals the Body maneuver from the Arhat Fist. The rushing air currents cleaved by Gobing’s body were redirected aside by Qin Fen.

Dragon! It can master the wind and command the clouds.

To Qin Fen, the air current Gobing tore through was simply the wind that the Dragon Conceals the Body technique was meant to master.

A smile broke out in Gobing’s eyes. Evasion had been within his calculations all along; he simply hadn't anticipated that his opponent would use the Dragon Conceals the Body technique to achieve it.

Suddenly, immense gravity seized Gobing’s charging body from below. This time, his body was pulled toward the Earth’s surface by a powerful attractive force, dragging his momentum down violently. He transformed his palm into a blade and struck with Rolling Thunder Slash, intense azure electrical energy leaping and dancing between his hands.

At this moment, Gobing’s hands resembled the Thunder Duke of myth, wielding the lightning of the heavens.

Qin Fen completely ignored the incoming palms. He settled his hips firmly, his arms whipping back and driving upward. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique, pressurized in his Dantian, surged out like an incoming tide. The True Qi and blood circulating within him faintly resonated with the sound of oceanic surges, and the palms pushing forward carried the roaring prelude of an enraged sea wave.

Hearing this sound, Gobing felt a momentary immersion in the environment, as if he were indeed standing by the ocean, facing Qin Fen in a decisive battle.

The next instant, countless palm shadows filled the air, each strike carrying the force of a tsunami. Gobing’s eyes snapped open; he finally caught a scent of something amiss: This is his final strike—I must evade it!

The gravitational pull adhering him to the ground instantly flipped, converting into a repulsive state.

Biochemical Beast activation, Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique True Qi pressurization, Raging Torrent! With these three aspects combined, Qin Fen felt, for this fleeting moment, that he had surpassed the power of Two Elephants.

Gobing retreated fast, but Qin Fen pursued even faster. What concept was the power of Two Elephants driving a human body?

The Rolling Thunder Slash plunged into the raging tsunami, resembling a bolt of heavenly lightning striking a vast ocean. It did not, as it had before, electrocute Qin Fen’s arm and send it flying backward.

The next moment, the metal encasing Gobing’s hands cracked and scattered simultaneously. Immediately following that, the metal covering his forearms shattered like dominoes—snap, snap, snap, snap—flying upwards towards his shoulders.

The sharp noise of shattering metal even drowned out the sound of Gobing’s hand bones breaking. Only the bone-deep agony told Gobing that his Rolling Thunder Slash had been destroyed.

“Gobing… it’s over…” Song Zhenting watched the metal fragments showering the courtyard, his face completely expressionless as he observed Qin Fen’s violent posture. “What an overbearing finishing move. I feel as if I can hear the roar of the ocean.”

As Song Zhenting commented, Gobing took dozens of Qin Fen’s blows across his body. He seemed genuinely enveloped by a colossal wave as if caught in the sea.

The Yin-Yang Magnetic Hand’s adhesion to the metallic plates protecting his body had utterly failed at this moment.

Gobing was like a turtle hiding within its shell, which unfortunately encountered an elephant passing by. In its bad luck, the elephant placed its foot directly on the shell.

How could a land turtle withstand the weight of several tons? The shell was naturally crushed.

The metal skin adhered to Gobing’s body shattered like that pulverized shell. Chest, shoulders, back, legs…

Every area covered by metal cracked, collapsed, and scattered the instant it was hit by the Raging Torrent. Gobing’s entire form was blasted high into the air, drifting directly toward the outer courtyard wall.

Butler Hou blurred into motion, appearing atop the courtyard wall. He raised his hand to catch Gobing, just as he had done for the others, but was immediately struck by a penetrating force like surging waves emanating from Gobing’s body, reaching straight into his palm.

“Heh heh…”

Butler Hou’s eyes held a hint of surprised amusement. He gently rotated his wrist, channeling the energy into his feet. Several bricks in the courtyard wall immediately burst apart with a bang before the wave-like power was fully dissipated.

The other suitors, witnessing Gobing’s defeat, felt a surge of relief, all thankful for their earlier decision to join forces. The cost had only been a few broken bones and some internal injuries.

That outcome was infinitely preferable to Gobing’s defeat.

The suitors were men of perception. A human body has 206 bones in total; in that short span engulfed by the tsunami of palms, Gobing had suffered breaks in at least 150 of them.

Had Butler Hou not extended his hand to intercept him, the residual force of hitting the ground would have surely claimed his life.

Qin Fen flexed his wrist, ceasing the use of his Biochemical Beast and guiding his True Qi back into his Dantian. The five-centimeter increase in height he’d experienced instantly retracted.

“I told you…” Qin Fen looked at the unconscious Gobing, then swept his gaze over the remaining suitors: “My fists can shatter the sky.”

His placid tone was laced with peerless, unshakeable confidence.

A wave of emotion—fear—unexpectedly surfaced in several of the suitors as Qin Fen’s gaze swept over them.

Qin Fen shifted his attention back to Butler Hou, a faint expression of apology touching his face. “My apologies, I’ve knocked down all the suitors. Surely, the granddaughter of the Earth Martial God would not agree to marry someone who cannot even defeat me?”

Butler Hou’s face was creased with a warm smile. He appraised Qin Fen anew. The young man’s expression showed apology, yet his eyes brimmed with smug satisfaction.

Butler Hou lightly clapped his hands a few times. “Young man, I will relay your actions to the Master. You should be prepared.”

Qin Fen had already committed himself fully by defeating all ten suitors present; he cared little for whatever trouble Song Wendong might stir up. After all, the Earth Martial God himself wouldn't stoop to striking a junior, would he?

While Butler Hou was on his phone, a sharp chiu sound erupted from Song Jia’s room on the second floor, ripping through the air.

A chill shot down Qin Fen’s spine. He spun around and threw an upward rocket punch, smashing a flying peanut.

Haphazardly thrown in his weakened state, this single peanut struck Qin Fen’s fist with a sharp sting, as if he hadn't hit a fragile nut but a steel ball bearing.

Bang…

The moment the peanut shattered into dust, two piercing chiu sounds echoed through the air almost immediately after.

Qin Fen lifted his head, sighing inwardly. The person throwing peanuts was indeed his prospective father-in-law, Song Zhenting.

The two peanuts arrived almost simultaneously. Qin Fen’s fist was still aching, and he hadn't fully regained his grip strength, so he quickly dropped into a left-foot bow stance and swept out with his right elbow in a horizontal strike, batting both peanuts down.

He couldn't dodge. Even at that distance, he could clearly see a hint in Song Zhenting’s eyes: You can shatter the peanut, but you absolutely cannot dodge!

If he dodged, any chance of marrying Song Jia would be utterly gone.

After the two peanuts came four more.

Qin Fen felt a massive headache brewing. He couldn't fathom what his prospective father-in-law was thinking, constantly testing him like this.

The Triple Strike became a Quadruple Strike as he pulverized the peanuts Song Zhenting launched.

Six… eight… twelve…

Song Zhenting stared grimly at the plate of peanuts in his hand, increasing the launch speed and the force with every throw.

Gobing’s battle earlier hadn't revealed Qin Fen’s protective technique, so now he had to intervene personally.

Initially, Qin Fen could block them all with his fists, but as Song Zhenting’s peanut barrage grew more frantic, he had to resort to using his elbows as well, attempting to fend off projectiles moving nearly as fast as a submachine gun.

Song Zhenting’s expression darkened as he saw Qin Fen successfully intercepting every peanut he threw.

At first, he only intended to glimpse Qin Fen’s protective divine skill, but now he hadn’t seen it, and all the peanuts he’d launched had been blocked.

A spike of irritation hit him. Song Zhenting increased the force again. He stopped flicking his wrist to shoot; instead, he grabbed a handful of peanuts from the plate and threw them using the Sky of Scattered Flowers technique.

Suddenly, the air was filled with incessant chiu sounds. Song Jia, witnessing this, was terrified. She spun around and clutched Song Zhenting’s arm: “Dad~~”

That long, drawn-out cry instantly calmed Song Zhenting somewhat, and the second handful of peanuts remained unfired.

Even though Song Zhenting stopped launching peanuts, Qin Fen was in dire straits. After consecutive intense battles, his stamina was nearly depleted. Even at full strength, defending against this Sky of Scattered Flowers would be a challenge, let alone in his current exhausted state.

With no way to block, Qin Fen could only endure the assault with his body. Over twenty peanuts struck various parts of him, giving him the sensation of being riddled with bullets on a battlefield.

Just twenty-odd peanuts forced him to stagger backward repeatedly. If not for a core of defiance held in his chest, he would have collapsed; his protective True Qi even felt as if it were on the verge of shattering.

Song Zhenting’s confusion deepened. The final Sky of Scattered Flowers barrage had indeed broken Qin Fen’s protective divine skill—it must have been the Golden Bell Shield.

But it seemed it hadn't broken it, either. Because after the True Qi combination of the Golden Bell Shield was fragmented, a second protective skill caught all the remaining peanuts.

A double layer of protective divine skill? Song Zhenting was skeptical. How could such a thing happen to a five-star martial artist who had just entered the Meteor level?

Qin Fen trembled from the pain, while the suitors he had just brutalized felt both intensely satisfied and deeply astonished.

Satisfied because this overwhelmingly dominant, fiercely powerful young man was finally feeling pain.

Astonished because those peanuts were thrown by the son of the Earth Martial God, Song Wendong.

Although he had suppressed his strength, the force involved was still astonishing. Hitting a person—or even cracking a stone—with that impact would cause damage.

A man who was already seventy or eighty percent depleted of energy could still withstand such an attack without falling.

The suitors couldn’t help but wonder what kind of rigorous training Qin Fen must have endured.

Lin Liqiang burst into vigorous applause. He strode towards Qin Fen and shouted loudly, “Old Qin, magnificent! Absolutely magnificent! We’ll split the winnings from today’s fight fifty-fifty!”

Winnings? Qin Fen blinked in confusion. He thought the fight was over securing a wife; what did it have to do with making money?

Qin Fen glanced at the defeated suitors on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

These men were all associates from the organization Lin Liqiang used to belong to. If they were defeated, it wasn't just their reputation on the line; their positions at home might also shift.

Lin Liqiang brushed past Qin Fen and crouched down in front of the other suitors.

He wore an expression of profound heartache. “Gentlemen, you know me. I’m good in every way, except for one thing. I have a big mouth~~ I just can’t help it~~”

Two elongated syllables accompanied by a shaking head, and the wicked grin on Lin Liqiang’s face sent a chill down the spines of the young suitors.

“Young Master Lin, we know you’re short on cash,” Oliverson sighed. “Name your price.”

Lin Liqiang clapped his hands loudly again, then gave a thumbs-up, stating two words succinctly: “You get it!”

The suitors could only offer wry smiles. In this situation, why wouldn't they be savvy?

“Young man.”

Butler Hou ended his call, and the smile on his face sent a chill right through Qin Fen.

“My Master is aware of your conduct. He appreciates your approach.”

Listening to Butler Hou’s voice, Qin Fen couldn't detect any hint of appreciation; rather, it sounded like a tiger whose rear end had just been prodded, and the tiger was about to unleash its fury.

“And so~” Butler Hou sighed, “My Master has decided to modify the trials for all suitors. Whichever young man can beat you down will pass the first stage. Therefore, you might find yourself very busy from now on.”