On a global website, achieving fame is far from easy. With billions of people, what kind of strange fights haven't occurred? What spectacular battles haven't unfolded? One victory with Shaolin Arhat Fist isn't enough to draw significant attention.

Compared to a fight involving both Shaolin Arhat Fist and Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, people prefer watching clashes between higher-ranked, more formidable masters—the kind of intense spectacle a mere Two-Star combatant couldn't possibly offer.

Many of those drawn to watch this particular bout were there because it was taking place in the free-access zone, suggesting it might hold some hidden intrigue. Besides the audience members who simply enjoy free entertainment, there were also...

"Young Master Yu? You came as well."

"Jian Yi, haven't you arrived too?" The speaker was Feng Zhi Yu Shao, one of the top hundred fighters in the Two-Star division, the very person who had seen the video on the forums and left a message for Qin Fen that day.

Although some Two-Star masters in the real world might not place much value on their online rankings, breaking into the top hundred globally was still an immensely difficult feat.

"Right, congratulations." Feng Zhi Yu Shao, clad in a golden martial arts uniform, raised an eyebrow. "You snagged this month's God of War title."

God of War was a title created by the Sky Martial Arts Network. Every month, an arena battle was organized for each tier. In this arena, participants could revive infinitely and fight each other continuously for three hours. Each kill earned one 'Slaying Point,' and each death deducted one. At the end of the time limit, the player with the highest Slaying Point total became the God of War.

The system would bestow a special aura—lightning swirling around the victor. Furthermore, the week's God of War received excellent rewards, which the winner could use or sell.

Naturally, participating in the God of War contest was not free; there was a ten-dollar entry fee. Many chose to compete for the title and the rewards. After all, besides the top title of God of War, there was the second-place title of War Saint. The labyrinthine free-for-all arena wasn't a one-on-one duel; it was a genuine melee. When famous masters showed up, they often faced swarming attacks from multiple opponents, meaning the final God of War title holder was always unpredictable.

"Luck. Just luck," Yi Jian Jing Shen said modestly, though his expression couldn't entirely conceal his delight. Securing the God of War title in such chaos was genuinely difficult.

Feng Zhi Yu Shao chuckled softly, not dwelling on the God of War topic. Instead, he watched the fighter Qin Fen in the arena with great interest. "I am very eager to cross blades with him."

"Zai Zhan Jiang Hu is no weakling," Yi Jian Jing Shen stated, his newfound confidence from winning the title lending more weight to his words. "Don't let his ranking fool you; he’s far stronger than some of those data-farming weaklings in the top hundred. I fought him; it was a narrow victory for me."

Qin Fen had no time to observe the audience seating. He locked his entire focus onto Zai Zhan Jiang Hu. From the moment this opponent appeared, a fierce sword qi radiated from him. His two Thunderclap Swords danced lightly around his body, soaring above and below, utterly unlike previous opponents such as Ru Zhen Qin Lin.

"Anti-Cheat activated... Both sides, prepare..."

Anti-Cheat: a special item specifically designed to suppress those who rely on instant power spikes during critical moments of battle, ensuring fights remain within established level parameters.

"FIGHT!"

As the announcement signaling the duel’s start echoed, Zai Zhan Jiang Hu immediately retreated at high speed. His two Thunderclap Swords, like lightning beneath a night sky, circled him rapidly, wrapping his entire form securely, lest Qin Fen launch a sudden assault.

Zai Zhan Jiang Hu had reviewed the recordings of Qin Fen's previous two matches and analyzed them meticulously. He was well aware of Qin Fen's advantage: his close-quarters brawling was extraordinarily strong.

His experience spanning over a thousand previous engagements told him that while this opponent's record showed only two fights, his strength was sufficient to place him among the top hundred Two-Star warriors.

Maintain distance, exploit the advantage of the Thunderclap Swords, and finish the opponent!

Under normal circumstances, Zai Zhan Jiang Hu might have engaged Qin Fen openly in a spectacular confrontation. But not today! He was here as reinforcement, helping a friend regain lost face. Only victory mattered, and the easiest path to victory was the best one to take.

Zai Zhan Jiang Hu had already retreated a hundred meters—a considerable distance for safety. He stopped retreating further, looking at Qin Fen with slight confusion, genuinely puzzled as to why his opponent allowed him to comfortably establish such distance.

"This newcomer is going to lose," Yi Jian Jing Shen yawned languidly. "He clearly hasn't faced the Two-Forms Thunderclap Sword technique. He's about to pay for it."

Feng Zhi Yu Shao frowned, wanting to argue, but found no effective counterpoint. Zai Zhan Jiang Hu's deployment of the Two-Forms Thunderclap Sword was indeed flawless; he was a challenging opponent.

Qin Fen stood casually, adopting the starting stance of the Shaolin Arhat Fist, signaling that he intended to use the style others dismissed as mere calisthenics. The veins on his palms began to bulge, and the slight cracking sound of his knuckles indicated that the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill was surging rapidly through his body.

The two remained locked in a silent standoff for several seconds. Zai Zhan Jiang Hu could wait no longer. He was here to settle a score; simply standing still would not secure him the win against this opponent.

"Hya!"

Zai Zhan Jiang Hu formed a sword seal with his fingers and pointed outward. One Thunderclap Sword shot away from his body, slicing through the air like lightning.

This strike resembled a dragon emerging from the night sky, the whooshing sound of air displaced by its speed roaring audibly. Qin Fen did not retreat; instead, he advanced with rotating footwork. The first strike of the Thunderclap Sword missed its mark, only to immediately curve back, aiming for an opening behind him.

The Thunderclap Sword was named for its speed, resembling thunder, but more critically, the blade carried a degree of voltage. Even if one possessed the skill for disarming an opponent barehanded, the moment you grasped the sword, before you could celebrate, you would first receive a free session of electric therapy.

Between masters, victory or defeat is decided in an instant. A body paralyzed by electric shock, even for half a second, could be enough for the opponent to seal the outcome.

Qin Fen fought sparingly, but he wrote far more. He had encountered the Thunderclap Sword before and knew the mechanism involved. He deliberately avoided contact, continuing his steady, spinning advance. In just a few blinks of an eye, the hundred-meter gap between them shrank to ninety meters.

Zai Zhan Jiang Hu narrowed his brows, and the second Thunderclap Sword circling his body also sliced through the air. His initial strategy had been too cautious—one sword for offense, one for defense. If one sword couldn't subdue the opponent, he would unleash both.

The power of dual swords far surpassed that of a single one. The two long blades danced and interwove in the air, creating a net of light resembling a spider's web. A warrior of lesser strength would be unable to distinguish the blades from the light itself.

Within this net of light, Qin Fen executed several rapid 'Dragon Concealment' maneuvers. The Thunderclap Swords didn't even graze his clothing, yet he had managed to advance even further forward.

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