From the outside, it was just an ordinary military camp.

Stepping down from the Major General’s vehicle, the man stood outside the camp gates, his demeanor already carrying a rare hint of caution.

Beneath the façade of the common barracks, waves of fierce killing intent were subtly leaking out from within.

The Major General was very satisfied with Qin Fen’s reaction to sensing the murderous aura. This mission was extremely perilous, and someone with such keen intuition regarding killing intent stood a much greater chance of survival.

At this moment, he was beginning to understand why the Butcher and the others had called his personal phone directly to request this assignment.

The young man truly possessed exceptional talent.

Entering the military camp.

The sky was clearly the same sky, and the earth remained the same earth.

Yet, Qin Fen felt an inexpressible sense of oppression, as if the gravity here was far stronger than outside. He knew this feeling stemmed from the overwhelming density of the military atmosphere, which was causing his sensitive martial sense to perceive things differently.

The Major General arrived before a circular barracks, extending his hand to push the door open.

A cacophony of furious roars exploded outwards from the room—an invisible wave of killing intent and fighting spirit that seemed about to materialize. Every hair on Qin Fen’s body instantly stood on end, goosebumps rising, each one larger than a millet seed.

In that instant, it felt as though he had been thrust back into the spatial pocket of the recent machine-gun firefight.

The barracks occupied a large area, housing dozens of men inside. Qin Fen recognized about half of them; it seemed the Major General had transferred them directly from that other camp.

These men clearly did not possess the same dense killing aura as the other unfamiliar soldiers.

Walking into the room, Qin Fen immediately felt as if he had stepped into a gravity training room. This room, which looked somewhat empty, was, in fact, also a gravity chamber.

As the door opened, all the veterans training simultaneously halted their exercises, their gazes converging on Qin Fen.

These unfamiliar veterans had already received orders from the Major General: for the next seven days or so, they were to spar and train a new recruit who had only recently joined.

Such an arrangement had occurred before; typically, those who received this kind of treatment were either scions of great families or the offspring of high-ranking military officers.

Scions of established families naturally possessed inherent advantages in martial arts over their peers from ordinary backgrounds. This privilege of engaging in sparring sessions with the army’s seasoned martial artists was one such perk they enjoyed.

The veterans who had never met Qin Fen sized him up, secretly guessing which military region’s General he belonged to. His identity must be quite high; otherwise, the Major General wouldn't have delivered him personally.

“Train him well,” the Major General uttered, casting a single command before turning and walking toward the door. “Every one of you.”

“Who’s first?” one veteran leaned against the corner of the wall. “I’m not too interested in playing with a kid.”

“I say, let the newcomers spar with him instead.”

“Little fellow, has your fur grown in yet? This isn't an amusement park; we don’t have time to play games with you.”

“Little fellow, whose son are you? Let’s hear it.”

“Little fellow, are you afraid of pain? Big brother hits hard.”

Qin Fen listened to the provocations from the crowd of veterans with an impassive face. He noticed the familiar veterans among them—the ones he had prior dealings with—their eyes held looks of expectation, a silent signal for him to unleash some of his strength.

Qin Fen cast his gaze over the other veterans and quickly located one who was a Six-Star Martial Artist. He sensed a faint, corresponding aura emanating from this man.

Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength!

This was an internal art inferior to the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, but because it could be acquired by spending a considerable sum of money, and the resulting strength was equally astonishing, many chose to cultivate Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength since the Federation had only released the first three layers of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

Mastering such a divine art granted the strength equivalent to nine bulls and two tigers—a power that was, in itself, astonishing.

Qin Fen remained silent, taking long strides toward the bare-chested man standing nearby. The man wore only large shorts, displaying all his knotted, bulging muscles.

Qin Fen’s target was explicit. In an instant, he locked his aura onto the man. The large man immediately felt Qin Fen's fighting intent.

He offered a wry, helpless smile. He truly disliked bullying children, but if a child insisted on seeking trouble, he supposed he had no choice but to teach him a lesson.

“Water Buffalo, you’re lucky; the little guy chose you.”

“Water Buffalo, go easy! Careful about confinement.”

“Water Buffalo, don’t hit the face! The young master isn't a pretty boy to begin with; if you mess him up, be careful he can't find a girlfriend.”

The crowd jeered and provoked him with a barrage of chatter.

“Little brat, you chose the wrong opponent.” Water Buffalo radiated immense confidence. He casually adopted a stance from the military physical training routine, intending to subdue this special-access trainee with the standardized boxing moves to discourage him from bothering their training any further.

Qin Fen moved quickly, his steps large. For his final stride, he suddenly stomped down with his foot at full force. A Cannon Fist force erupted from his leg; the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill was instantly pushed to its peak, his body transforming into a projectile blasting from the chamber.

He shot forward, howling, crashing into the space before the large man. The unadorned, brutally explosive force tore through the heavy air, shrieking as it rushed toward Water Buffalo's chest.

Water Buffalo had not anticipated Qin Fen’s approach to be so ferocious. One moment he was nonchalant, and the next, his attack was world-shaking.

Under these circumstances, Water Buffalo couldn't switch to his own fierce combat techniques. He could only instinctively sink his hips, opening his stance into a low horse, and unleashing the Six-Star peak level of Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength through a standard military Horse Stance Punch, hoping to overwhelm Qin Fen with his superior rank.

“Oh?”

The veteran soldiers were simultaneously startled by Qin Fen’s speed and ferocity, though they didn't show excessive shock. Water Buffalo was the only one among them who practiced Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength. Most who engaged him head-on ended up at a disadvantage, even if he was only using a basic military boxing technique; he was still a full level above his opponent.

Bang!

The Cannon Fist from the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill collided with the Horse Stance Punch powered by Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength. Qin Fen’s body swayed momentarily, but his feet rooted like ancient trees, holding him firmly in place.

Water Buffalo’s arm trembled, and his body lurched. His feet seemed to slip on oil as he staggered backward repeatedly.

Qin Fen stopped his momentum, stamping his foot once more. The recoil from the Cannon Fist propelled him forward again, turning him into a living projectile. The fist of the Cannon Strike rapidly magnified in Water Buffalo’s widening pupils.

Having lost his balance and his feet still unsteady, Water Buffalo couldn't even manage to dodge. He lifted one leg to kick at Qin Fen’s incoming fist, hoping that the common sense that the arm cannot twist the thigh would let him recover from the disadvantage.

The smile playing on Qin Fen’s lips flashed into Water Buffalo’s eyes at that moment. That smile utterly shattered Water Buffalo’s last fantasy.

The instant the fist impacted his foot, Water Buffalo’s other foot left the ground. His entire body was sent flying backward, crashing heavily against the barracks wall.

In the quiet room, a dull thud echoed from the impact of a heavy object.

The room, which moments before had been lively with taunts and jokes, was now unnervingly silent compared to before.

Surprise flickered in the eyes of the veterans. The Six-Star practitioner of Nine Bulls Two Tigers Strength had lost a contest of raw strength against the Five-Star youngster?

Water Buffalo possessed the strength of three bulls! This wasn't just ordinary muscle! To be sent flying after just two blows?

However, they failed to realize: what did the strength of three bulls matter against the single Elephant power Qin Fen possessed? Furthermore, Qin Fen’s intense battles in the gravity room a few days prior had given him a deeper understanding of true ferocity; this punch should not be underestimated!

Several veterans rushed to Water Buffalo’s side to examine him.

The fist that had blocked the blow was slightly red and swollen? Water Buffalo was known for his thick hide and tough flesh; how could it sustain injury after just one punch? And his opponent was merely a Five-Star Meteor-level martial artist.

They then looked at Water Buffalo’s foot—it, too, showed some redness and swelling.

The examining veterans then looked at Qin Fen’s fist. It showed absolutely no sign of redness or swelling.

In that moment, the veterans understood: the great Water Buffalo had suffered a clean, thorough defeat. He had lost not only in brute force but also in the protective vital energy surrounding his body.

A Six-Star losing to a Five-Star? This was a story few would believe if told.

Yet, it had happened in reality.

Those veterans familiar with Qin Fen all showed smiles that suggested, ‘We knew this would happen all along.’

Qin Fen raised his hand and pointed toward another veteran—a Six-Star martial artist who practiced the Great Stele Tablet Hand.

To be called out and challenged directly like this, refusing to fight would imply fear.

This time, the veteran discarded his earlier condescension. He stood silently, adopting his stance, his ten fingers spread wide, veins bulging across his palms and the backs of his hands, which appeared like blackened metal coated in some dark substance.

The Great Stele Tablet Hand instantly entered a state of readiness.

Qin Fen remained silent, using the Dragon-Form Footwork he had learned from the veterans in previous days. He strode forward boldly, snapping out a follow-through Single Whip, causing the air to crackle like an exploding tire, and slamming directly into the veteran’s Great Stele Tablet Hand.

Bang!

The sound that echoed in the air resembled two heavy quilts being tightly rolled up and violently snapped against each other. Qin Fen’s body shook once more, but the Six-Star True Qi flooding into his body was instantly shredded and dispersed by the yielding force.

The veteran wielding the Great Stele Tablet Hand was not as fortunate as Qin Fen. He was forced to retreat more than ten steps before stabilizing his stance.

Though he didn't fly backward or collapse onto the floor, the veteran’s face flushed with hot embarrassment.

Knowing his opponent’s immense power, to be shaken back step after step by the contact was more humiliating than what Water Buffalo experienced.

“What kind of punch is that?” the veteran asked almost involuntarily, voicing the question burning in his mind.

Qin Fen rotated his fists a couple of times and replied, “I call it the Fierce Fist, but it’s not complete yet. It has many, many flaws.”

“Fierce Fist?” the veteran chuckled. “True to its name.”

Qin Fen smiled faintly and didn't press the discussion about his technique. He looked at the other, unfamiliar veterans and said, “Why don’t you all come at once? One-on-one isn't exciting enough.”