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To Sainthood! More than just Sainthood! Fabredis believed his name would remain etched in human history, just as indelible as that of His Majesty, the Emperor Fulong Zhence of the Zhence Dynasty.

[The First Sainted Common Warrior: Fabredis!] The mere thought of such a headline in countless future biographies made Fabredis tremble with uncontrollable excitement.

He couldn't help but gaze at the receding figure of Qian Jin walking ahead, secretly wondering what legacy this young man would leave in the annals of history.

The young warrior who helped Fabredis achieve Sainthood? No! Absolutely not just that! Fabredis gently shook his head; this kid’s future was surely more brilliant than his own! At his age, he hadn't possessed even a fraction of Qian Jin’s skill, let alone matched his Battle Qi levels, not to mention befriending two Bloodline Warriors.

Bloodline Warriors! They possessed immense pride within the Zhence Dynasty; they almost exclusively took common warriors on as retainers, but it was rare for a Bloodline Warrior to actually befriend one—it was an innate arrogance.

“Sister, you absolutely must kill Qian Jin this time.” “Kill Qian Jin? You’re not seeking revenge, are you? You’ve set your sights on that woman from the Luo family, haven’t you?” “Sister, you haven’t found out the Luo family’s connection to the person making the Spiritual Impact Potions these past few days.

Trust me.

Once I get her to my bed, I can handle any woman.” Fabredis looked back at Lei Wei with pity.

Qian Jin’s hearing was far beyond ordinary; this volume was more than enough for him to overhear.

You want to touch his woman? It seems you don't know what he did in Oakland—the elites of the Kai family and the Fakel clan were annihilated directly.

What else is he capable of? It looks like the Lei family is about to lose a son.

The dueling ground was set at the training field of the Torrent Fortress.

Li Deyork and his son, Hongmou York, were already seated on the platform, with the Lei family and Mugui Wuxin seated on the left and right sides of the main stage, respectively.

Li Deyork smiled as he watched both sides enter, secretly delighted.

If a duel of this nature had occurred in Eternal Flow City, in no time, the major powers would have rapidly weakened, and the City Lord would gain supreme, glorious authority.

“Today, we hold a duel agreed upon more than a month ago.” Li Deyork looked toward the two factions beside him.

“It was easy for me to be invited as the witness, and I assure you I will approach this arena duel with absolute fairness.” Li Deyork slowly settled back into his seat.

Lei Guangri stood up, his face grim: “The Lei family does not need outsiders to lecture them! Whoever strikes a Lei family member, regardless of their faction, will pay for it!” Mugui Wuxin let out a heavy snort through his nose.

He didn't know what Qian Jin and Fabredis had been up to during Qian Jin’s seclusion this month.

The Lei family, joining forces with the Alchemists' Guild and the Blacksmiths' Union, had been suppressing Torrent Fortress.

These past few days had been agonizingly difficult for them—worse than ever before! “Qian Jin, slay her for me,” Mugui Wuxin publicly roared, drawing a cold, sinister sneer from Lei Guangri: “Who slays whom is yet to be seen! Torrent Fortress hasn't been having an easy time, have they? Wouldn't want to find out you can't even afford a coffin fee! If Qian Jin dies, and if Torrent Fortress is truly too poor to pay for his burial, our Lei family would be willing to sponsor it.” Lei Yueyue’s delicate eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the Zhanmadao (Horse-Slicing Blade) in Qian Jin’s hand, a cold, mocking smile appearing on her face: “What? Afraid of a duel? Even bringing out your weapon?” Qian Jin weighed the bright, razor-sharp Battle Weapon in his hand.

“Since it’s a duel, taking a life is possible.

Would I be sick not to bring a weapon?” Hongse York looked at Qian Jin with confusion.

In a battle that could decide life or death, how could he remain so composed? How old was he really? Did he frequently experience duels to the death? A trace of miscalculation crossed Lei Yueyue’s face.

She had intended her taunts and mockery to wound the boy's supposed self-esteem, hoping he would discard his weapon for the duel.

She hadn't expected such a reaction.

“Alright, stop hiding your weapon,” Qian Jin pointed toward Lei Yueyue’s slender waist.

“There are two very thin Dou Silk Ropes tucked in there.

Tie one around your neck, give a sharp tug, and your head will be cleanly severed—sharper than polished marble, a truly venomous Battle Weapon.” The Lei family members froze simultaneously.

Almost no one knew about Lei Yueyue’s weapon; those who did were likely already dead.

How could Qian Jin know? Could it be...

Lei Yueyue’s delicate eyebrows arched sharply, her gaze as piercing as a sword, fixed fiercely on Lei Wei on the platform.

Lei Wei felt the surging anger from his father and older sister, and an indescribable sense of grievance welled up inside him.

He understood the gravity of such matters; how could he possibly reveal something like that before the duel? “Then…” Li Deyork raised his arm high.

“The duel officially begins now!” The moment the words left Li Deyork’s mouth, the Battle Qi of the Ten Thousand Seven Thousand Revolutions of the Demon Subjugation Second Form erupted at full power.

The Battle Qi churning in his one hundred and eight acupoints actually began to generate the sound of a fierce wind sweeping across heaven and earth within his body! The clothes covering his body billowed and crackled, blown outward by the internal gale.

The instantaneous explosion of ten thousand seven thousand revolutions of Battle Qi stunned the onlookers with such youthful power.

The stone slabs beneath Qian Jin’s feet burst forth like an enraged lotus flower, sending shards of rock blasting into the air! The spot where Qian Jin stood left behind only a slightly faint afterimage.

His true body, churning with a rolling hurricane, lunged toward Lei Yueyue, who was just snapping out of her shock! The massive Zhanmadao, infused with dense killing intent, instantly merged with the Seven Styles of Blood War, manifesting the Eighth Style of Blood War.

The blade transformed into a streak of blinding silver light, cleaving down toward Lei Yueyue’s head without a shred of mercy or chivalry.

Kill! In that instant, Qian Jin expressed only a single word through his actions: Kill! So fast! The Demon Subjugation Second Form? Impossible! Lei Yueyue had never imagined Qian Jin’s Battle Qi would be this potent, nor his speed this terrifying.

What she least expected was how dreadful his blade was! ‘Lovesickness’—Lei Yueyue hastily raised the special Battle Weapon in her hand above her head.

She was too slow to fully evade; she could only attempt to block this lightning strike momentarily before trying to dodge...

The Zhanmadao slammed onto Lovesickness.

Lei Yueyue’s arms jolted violently; she felt as if the descending blade wasn't a sword but a massive mountain crashing down! Lovesickness rang out with a 'zheng' sound upon impact, instantly shattering into two thin, silver metallic strands that flew off to either side.

The Zhanmadao continued downward unimpeded, the blade edge instantly closing in on Lei Yueyue’s forehead.

Fast! A body movement quicker than the wind! Swift! A blade strike faster than lightning! Without a moment to spare, a current of energy suddenly surged within Lei Yueyue, rapidly coalescing into a solid shield above her head.

Almost simultaneously, her chest churned with another surge of fervent magical power, and four fist-sized fireballs shot toward Qian Jin.

Dual Cultivation of Battle and Magic! At the critical moment, Lei Yueyue unleashed the unique power of a Battle-Magic Dual Cultivator.

The moment the two magic scrolls she wore activated, four more magic scrolls opened instantly.

Two more Ice Shields formed above her head, and eight fireballs intertwined, coalescing into one giant fireball hurled at Qian Jin.

Fast? So what? The panic in Lei Yueyue’s eyes transformed into a cold smirk.

She had originally planned to lure him into attacking, but he was faster than she anticipated! It didn't matter; as long as he closed the distance, he would face the wrath of her magic fireballs.

Crack— Crack— Crack— Two sounds of hard objects fracturing echoed above Lei Yueyue’s head.

The Ice Cloud Shield, capable of easily deflecting arrows, was as fragile as paper before the Zhanmadao, unable to offer even a moment of resistance! The fireballs simultaneously slammed into Qian Jin’s body, the booming explosions sending a tornado-like heatwave surging out.

As Lei Yueyue rapidly retreated, she felt a cool sensation near her head, a smug smile playing on her lips.

Those fireballs were enough...

The tornado-like stream of fire was suddenly ripped apart.

More than half of the clothes on Qian Jin’s body were burned away, but he stood firmly in place, holding his Zhanmadao, looking at Lei Yueyue: “A decent fighting style, but sadly! Those fireballs were too weak.” “So what?” Lei Yueyue’s cold smile twisted into a hint of ferocity.

“I still have my trump card...” “You have no trump cards left,” Qian Jin pointed to the blood slowly trickling down Lei Yueyue’s forehead.

“Because, as of now, you are already dead.” Dead...

Lei Yueyue’s eyes rolled with incomprehension and confusion.

Suddenly, a searing pain shot through her skull.

A fissure split open from the center of her brow, a line of blood tracing down from her glabella to the tip of her nose, then across her lips, downward...

until it finally exited below her lower abdomen...

Pfft...

Gush...

Blood sprayed out from the crack running down Lei Yueyue’s body.

In the next instant, her body split completely down the middle.

Her internal organs spilled messily onto the ground, and her two halves collapsed outward.

The time elapsed between the start and end of the fight was incredibly short and swift.

So fast that Li Deyork clearly witnessed everything but didn't even have a chance to shout a stop command.

Lei Yueyue, who mastered both the Demon Subjugation First Form and Dual Battle-Magic Cultivation, was quite simply cleaved in two by Qian Jin at the very start of the battle.

“Truly pitiful...” Fabredis gently shook his head.

“This girl was too complacent.

She died before even fully utilizing her strength.

Otherwise, perhaps she could have held on for a defeat rather than meeting her end?” “Indeed.

Possessing Battle-Magic Dual Cultivation and carrying powerful magic scrolls, she might have been gravely wounded but not killed,” Mugui Wuxin calmly evaluated the scene unfolding before him.

“However, the primary reason is Qian Jin’s phenomenal battle intuition; he was born for combat.”