The Seven Battles Against Fiends! Qian Wuchen looked at Qian Wuqing, whose strength erupted mightily before the doorway, certain that no matter how strange Qian Jin’s techniques were, he absolutely could not defeat Qian Wuqing, who had just returned from the Human-Fiend Battlefield last month.

For a full half-year, Qian Wuqing had been fighting fiercely on the Human-Fiend Battlefield; even those warriors with the Elf King bloodline carried the possibility of death, or rather, the probability of death was even higher for them than for other combatants.

Beneath his handsome warrior form, he attracted more attacks; surviving safely amid such assaults and slaying countless fiends was enough to prove Qian Wuqing’s terrifying power.

Qian Jin stopped, frowning, glaring at Qian Wuqing before the massive mansion. In their previous two exchanges, he had deliberately held back; otherwise, two corpses would already litter the entrance of the Qian family home. Your glory is glory, but are other people’s lives meaningless?

Their eyes locked, requiring no superfluous words; an invisible pressure immediately clashed, and the battle ignited the moment their gazes met.

The instant their auras collided, the expressions of Duan Fengbu’er, Fen Tu Kuang Ge, and Checkford all turned grave.

The Seven Battles Against Fiends! Facing this level of fighting energy, Qian Jin probably could no longer rely on an advantage in explosive power as he had in previous fights. In terms of ambient energy (Qiliang), he was at a distinct disadvantage against the Seven Battles Against Fiends—the strength of an Elf King bloodline warrior was truly astonishing, reaching this level at such a young age!

Qian Wuqing suddenly spread both arms wide, shaking both shoulders simultaneously. Under the surge of his battle aura, his skin flushed slightly red, resembling a legendary Fire Spirit!

Almost simultaneously, Qian Wuqing let out a long cry, intending to forcefully suppress the momentum Qian Jin had used to defeat his previous two opponents with a single strike. An aura of looking down upon all beings, of supreme majesty, naturally arose, like that of a Sacred Beast only seen in legends—the Phoenix.

As the long cry echoed, Qian Wuqing’s battle aura, at the level of the Seven Battles Against Fiends, surged and churned. Magic elements danced around his body, swirling as if about to erupt outwards like a fountain spray.

His presence surged instantly. Qian Wuqing stamped his feet hard, rocketing high into the air under immense propulsion, leaping toward Qian Jin mid-flight. With every landing that propelled him skyward again, it was like a mighty eagle spreading its wings to soar across the cosmos. Upon landing, he instantly sprang up, leaving a series of footprints several inches deep wherever he trod.

Three successive leaps covered a distance of thirty meters! Three earth-shaking stomps sounded like the battle drums of a slaughtering army, each strike shaking the soul.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” Each impact grew louder than the last, demonstrating Qian Wuqing’s ever-increasing power. The dust on the ground seemed to be pulled up by an invisible giant hand. Nearby horses, sensing the murderous atmosphere, whinnied in terror, straining desperately against the reins tied to the wooden posts, trying to flee.

Qian Wuqing landed instantly before Qian Jin. He sharply twisted his ankle, his sole scraping against the ground for half a meter, moving unnervingly close to Qian Jin as if teleporting. Dozens of crystal-clear ice beans, the size of broad beans, tore through the air, striking every part of Qian Jin’s body from all directions.

The ice orbs rapidly transformed in the air, instantly morphing into sharp, small ice daggers. As Qian Wuqing lunged forward, his hip twisted, bringing his back leg up in a whipping motion—a leg as rigid as an iron rod that whistled like a typhoon. This was the combination of the spell "Roaring Icicles" and the fighting skill "Knee Roll Under Heaven."

In that instant, Qian Jin felt an intense, heavy killing intent; goosebumps erupted across his back, feeling like countless flesh-colored mung beans!

Qian Wuqing was different from Qian Wuji and Qian Wuchen; he had experienced true battles of life and death! And he had certainly slain many formidable foes with his own hands!

Among those his age, no opponent had ever exerted such immense pressure on Qian Jin! Facing Qian Wuchen felt like fighting a reflection of himself.

Is this the true power of an Elf King bloodline warrior? Beyond the potent battle aura, his attacks also radiated an imposing, supreme authority! It was as if a monarch stood upon a high dais, looking down upon kneeling subjects, holding the absolute power of life and death.

This was the spirit cultivated by countless years of the Qian family’s glory, woven into the very path of the warrior—Invincibility! A confidence of never being defeated!

Qian Jin drew a deep breath, flooding his body with Wind and Cloud Battle Aura. The rotational speed of the energy in his one hundred and eight (acupoints) increased to its maximum. A cracking sound resonated around him, making it impossible to discern whether it was bone and sinew snapping or the sound of battle aura churning against his clothes.

Facing Qian Wuqing’s assault, which resembled a full-scale charge by heavy cavalry, Qian Jin unleashed the Bloodline Combat Skill of the Ten Great Bloodline Warriors: Iron Mantis’s Golden Splitting Slashes (Fen Jin Lian Zhan). His arm muscles suddenly retracted inward at lightning speed, as if every fiber was being drawn back into the bone.

Contract, contract, and contract again! The muscles, compressed to high density, did not give a sense of frailty; instead, they took on a sharpness akin to a war blade!

Qian Jin’s legs remained still, his body swaying slightly. His arms, sharp as blades or swords, swung outwards. The killing intent that suddenly exploded from his eyes subtly blended with his arms. The battle aura arranged itself in the limbs in an arcane sequence, causing the arms to emit the metallic hum of a battle blade.

The atmosphere instantly ignited to a fever pitch, and a desperate, tragic aura of indignation rose from Qian Jin, centered on him. His two arms buzzed rapidly in succession several times. If one closed their eyes, they would feel as if they were on a blood-soaked, iron-clad battlefield where metal clashed and blood surged.

The two swinging arms intersected in mid-air, transforming into a heavy downward slash of the Blood War Seven Forms—Seven Forms Unified! Unleashing a surge of energy unlike anything before!

Qian Wuqing charged, raising his knee, while the skin on his scalp twitched repeatedly. “Such fierce killing intent?” His knee snapped upward, sweeping his lower leg out with unstoppable force; Qian Jin unleashed the fully realized slash of the Golden Splitting Slashes with his unified arms, displaying an aura of pure forward momentum and no retreat!

The combined burst from the Blood War Seven Forms collided directly with Qian Wuqing’s iron-rod-like leg.

Almost simultaneously, countless ice daggers pelted Qian Jin. These blades, capable of piercing leather armor or wooden planks, now struck him only to shatter instantly into ice crystals, as if hitting solid iron.

Qian Wuqing had no time to marvel at Qian Jin’s defensive capabilities; his lower leg had already violently struck the Seven Forms attack.

As they collided, Qian Wuqing felt a sharp, severe pain shoot up his calf, as if he had truly kicked a war blade. He inwardly gasped: “What kind of slash is this, so peculiar? This kick could shatter a stone pillar, yet it couldn't break his arm? His battle aura was even dispersed by him! How can an arm contend with a thigh?”

In a flash, Qian Wuqing violently threw his shoulder back, slamming his lower leg heavily onto the ground. Without even pausing to catch his breath, he raised his arm and unleashed a torrential downpour of elbow strikes, smashing down like a giant mountain-splitting axe.

Qian Family Fighting Skill: Meteor Shower!

Sixty-six strikes in succession, each capable of shattering wood and rock. Few warriors of this generation of Elf King bloodline descendants could deploy the entire sequence in one go.

Back on the Human-Fiend Battlefield, Qian Wuqing relied on this very combat skill. When he was only at the level of the Three Battles Against Fiends, facing a Second Tier, Fifth Level Demon Warrior—equivalent to the Five Battles Against Fiends—he used this Meteor Shower to batter the enemy into pulp with fifty-six successive strikes, causing the enemy to die on the Human-Fiend Battlefield.

His elbow hammered down from above. Still a considerable distance from the ground, the axe-like gust of wind blew the dust on the surface aside, and the air instantly began to howl like a raging gale.

Qian Jin had broken through the Knee Roll Under Heaven with the Seven Forms Unified attack, but continuing the offensive left him fatigued and strained. He spread both shoulders, and the two merged arms instantly separated, sharp energy scattering outward, forcefully creating the high-pitched hum associated with a rapidly vibrating battle blade!

Its might was in no way inferior to Qian Wuqing’s “Meteor Shower.”

Respond speed with speed! Respond ferocity with ferocity! Respond power with power!

Qian Wuqing’s two elbows fell in a relentless, stormy exchange, like meteors dropping from the sky, carrying out an extremely dense bombardment against Qian Jin’s Golden Splitting Slashes.

Battle aura, force, and explosive sounds mixed together, whipping up all the ground dust into a cloud surrounding the two fighters. From a distance, only a vague silhouette of two people battling within the dust could be seen; it was impossible to make out who was who.

Qian Wuchen stared blankly at the two locked in fierce combat, blinking hard, unable to believe what he was seeing was real. Qian Jin, that supposed waste who hadn't awakened his bloodline power, was actually holding his own against Qian Wuqing, a paragon among Elf King bloodline warriors.

One strike… three strikes… five strikes… ten strikes… twenty strikes… thirty-two strikes…

Within the swirling dust cloud, the collisions between the two sides emitted roars like wind and thunder! Qian Wuqing narrowed his eyes to slits. His battle aura clearly held a slight advantage, yet the speed, angles, points of impact, interception, and counter-attacks in the fight were inexplicably controlled by Qian Jin.

There were only two possibilities for this situation: one, possessing the innate fighting sense of a genius bloodline warrior like Qian Wushuang of the Qian family; or two, experience!

In Qian Wuqing’s memory, Qian Jin was just a somewhat bookish peer, lacking any outstanding combat instincts. Yet, this current fierce battle… experience… where did he acquire such rich combat experience?

Forty… forty-seven… fifty…

Battle aura and fighting skills continuously crashed together. Qian Wuqing’s face turned ashen; his own battle aura was actually encountering difficulty in smooth replenishment amidst the collisions.

What was happening? As Qian Wuqing felt shock, Qian Jin’s two arms suddenly let out a series of hissing sounds. At the moment of impact with the falling iron elbows and steel arms, they suddenly transformed like creeping vines, rapidly wrapping around both of Qian Wuqing’s arms!

Golden Splitting Slashes—the bloodline combat skill of the Iron Mantis!

The dual-blade attacks of the Mantis were never limited only to chopping and cutting; they also possessed a special function: binding! Only when the Golden Splitting Slashes were mastered to the fifth level could the extremely sharp offensive power suddenly convert into a binding ability. ===End of Chapter