Under the cloak, a simple character burst forth, colliding violently with the chest of the Blood List’s Ninth Ranked warrior. He spat another mouthful of hot blood, and the wall behind him, where he had just been struck, shattered and collapsed into the room. He staggered back several paces before barely managing to steady himself inside.

The dignified Ninth on the Blood List, Xue Wuying! He was forced back by just a single word from another, spitting blood as he did so!

“You…” Xue Wuying’s eyes flickered with confusion. “You aren’t killing me?”

The pair of eyes beneath the cloak blazed with an aurora brighter than the night sky. Xue Wuying instinctively retreated step after step.

With just a single glance, Xue Wuying felt his heart nearly explode from being watched.

Assassins prepare for death before every mission.

Xue Wuying couldn't believe that he, someone who didn't fear death, was being forced back by a mere look.

The sounds of intense fighting quickly caused lights to turn on in other rooms. Xue Wuying glanced at Qin Fen on the ground, who was slowly opening his eyes but temporarily incapable of fighting. This was the perfect opportunity to kill him. If he didn't kill him now, once Qin Fen recovered, he would undoubtedly absorb massive experience from this fight and his strength would surely ascend to a new level.

Unwilling! Xue Wuying clenched his fists tightly. His right hand, which had taken Qin Fen's punch, felt numb and sore. With such a large gap in strength, how could the powerful side still feel numbness? What kind of potential was this?

Looking up at the cloaked man standing in front of Qin Fen, a wave of powerlessness washed over Xue Wuying. The cloaked man seemed like a great demon emerging from Purgatory, and that single finger felt like the legendary Ruyi Jingu Bang, impossible to budge even slightly.

“Alas!”

A sigh escaped. Xue Wuying covered his chest with one hand, stomped the ground heavily with both feet, then turned and rushed towards another direction.

Qin Fen slowly opened his eyes, looking at the retreating figure of the man standing before him.

In the dark night, the man whose body was mostly obscured by the cloak stood like a towering, absolute precipice. He merely stood there, releasing no true energy or force, yet he gave off the aura that if the heavens collapsed, he could hold them up.

Qin Fen was stunned. This back looked a little strange, yet carried a profound sense of familiarity.

“Brother…”

The strong body blocking his path trembled slightly.

After a half-second of silence, the man sprang off the ground without any visible tremor, soaring dozens of zhang into the high sky, flying through the air in a manner that completely defied Earth’s gravity.

Rumor had it that whether in Ancient Martial Arts or New Martial Arts, upon reaching an extremely high realm, one could break through the air and control the atmosphere to fly!

Rumor also stated that the Martial Saint Hall had given this flying martial art a name: 【Wukong Technique】.

Qin Fen stared blankly at the sky. So, the 【Wukong Technique】 truly existed in the world, it wasn't just an exaggerated rumor.

“Qin Fen!”

A thunderous roar came from Zhao Huzhi’s room. The sound of air rushing due to high-speed movement faintly produced muffled thunder. In just a few quick movements, Zhao Huzhi arrived before Qin Fen, his furious eyes scanning everything around, then he grabbed Qin Fen’s wrist to carefully check his pulse.

“Seriously injured. Slight fracture in the right arm, which won’t affect simple daily use…” Zhao Huzhi’s facial features gradually gathered toward the center of his face. “Temporarily unusable for combat. Meridians and internal organs have varying degrees of damage. How could you be so careless?”

Qin Fen stared dazedly at the dark night sky. Though the man only showed his back, it was filled with warmth and concern. That back felt like his brother’s… If it was his brother, why didn't he turn back to look at me? Why didn't he speak to me?

“Guards!” Zhao Huzhi yelled with a voice like a broken gong. “Where have all the guards gone? Where is the doctor? I swear I’ll send you all to a military tribunal!”

In the dark night, Zhao Huzhi’s furious voice echoed around them. Qin Fen secretly sighed. The main responsibility for this assassination attempt, besides the opponent being too strong, lay with himself. If he hadn't been so deeply immersed in the world of the soft overcoming the hard in Tai Chi, and maintained his usual alertness, he wouldn't have missed the life aura of his opponent, even if the killing intent was completely hidden beneath the skin and pores.

Careless! Qin Fen managed a faint sigh, adjusting the tangled mess of true energy inside him.

The Ninth Ranker’s true energy was like maggots burrowing into bone, transforming into cars driving the wrong way on a highway once inside the meridians, fiercely entwining with the true energy of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art within his body—a spectacular collision of thousands of vehicles on a freeway.

Beneath the skin, the collision of true energies was visibly crawling like small insects.

“Troublesome!” Zhao Huzhi violently tugged at his hair. Qin Fen’s method of true energy circulation was completely unfamiliar; he couldn't even dare to help without causing harm.

“Where is everyone!?” Zhao Huzhi straightened his imposing frame and roared at the increasing crowd. “Doctor! If you don’t show up, I’ll kill your entire family!”

The crowd parted, and several men and women in white coats rushed forward, hastily lifting Qin Fen onto a stretcher, not daring to look at General Zhao, who was in a rage.

“Xing Wuyi!” Zhao Huzhi pointed at the arriving Xing Wuyi. “You take a few men and watch Qin Fen closely. If anything happens to him again, I’ll hold you responsible!”

Xing Wuyi stood beside Qin Fen’s stretcher with a grim expression. He casually ordered a few men to follow him towards the hospital. The chaotic internal energy swirling visibly beneath the skin was a very troublesome sign.

“Where are the guards?” Zhao Huzhi flickered his movement technique and darted out from the crowd. “Who were the guards tonight?”

During the New Recruit Competition, an assassination attempt—this was the first time such an incident had occurred in the history of the competition, and it happened to Qin Fen, who was currently the focus of attention.

The military region of He Zhou couldn't bear to see it, so they sent an attacker to stop Qin Fen. There had always been incidents of backstabbing within the 'Rainbow Team'; as long as evidence couldn't be found, everything would be fine.

Or, who did Qin Fen offend? Judging by the scene, it was clearly an attempt to kill.

In a dark alley outside the military camp, the Ninth Ranker of the Blood List clutched his chest and fled quickly. If the military’s power were truly unleashed, they could dig him out even if he hid three feet underground; he had to escape in the shortest time possible.

The cities in Switzerland weren't considered large, and the New Recruit Competition was held in a relatively secluded area. Xue Wuying ran wildly for ten li into the wilderness, unable to suppress the injuries within him any longer. He spat a mouthful of hot blood onto the ground and fell to his knees with a thud.

Hoo… Hoo…

Xue Wuying turned and sat on the ground, his palm constantly pressed against his chest to suppress the surging blood. He gazed blankly at the pitch-black sky. What was the background of that cloaked man? He looked very young, so how could he be so fierce with just one finger? That finger seemed casually extended, clearly not using his true strength!

Why? Why? Xue Wuying regulated the churning blood within him. Why did that man save Qin Fen but refrain from killing? When did he appear? How was he completely unable to detect any trace of him?

Hiss…

Xue Wuying’s contemplative eyes flashed with a trace of vigilance. He leaped up like a monkey, stared intently into the distance of the dark night sky, and said in a deep voice, “Friend, since you are here, please show yourself.”

“Did you injure Qin Fen?”

Out of the darkness of the night, Chen Feiyu emerged slowly in his military uniform. His eyes were like a deep pool, even darker than the night sky.

Xue Wuying’s eyes locked onto Chen Feiyu’s fists. From the moment this man appeared, his fists were shrouded in a thick, bloody killing intent—the kind of scent that seeps into the bones only after taking many lives.

This is a true killer! Xue Wuying’s pupils constricted. Normally, he wouldn't fear this Martial Artist who was only at the Seven-Star level.

Today! Xue Wuying raised his hand to press his chest where the blood energy was faintly surging. His internal injuries were no less severe than Qin Fen’s, only his strong internal true energy kept him from collapsing.

Did that cloaked man do it intentionally? Xue Wuying’s pupils flashed, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. Could that man calculate precisely how much force would cause how much injury?

“You could injure Qin Fen?” Chen Feiyu slightly bent down, the bloody scent from his fists and feet growing stronger. “How strong are you? Ten Stars? Eleven Stars? Or Twelve Stars?”

With those light words, the blood scent from Chen Feiyu’s fists and feet gradually enveloped his entire body.

Xue Wuying’s eyelid muscles twitched uncontrollably twice. How could this man, who was only Seven-Star, possess the aura of a God of Slaughter? How many people had he killed? Why was he so calm and confident when facing an opponent several stars higher?

“Twelve Stars.” Xue Wuying puffed out his chest slightly, shaking his index finger gently in front of him. “You, a Seven-Star Martial Artist, are not worth looking at.”

“Oh~ Twelve Stars.” Chen Feiyu slowly nodded, shifted into a horse stance, pressing his left palm lightly near his waist while extending his right palm slightly. “Though I don't know who injured you, how much strength do you have left now? Nine Stars? Eight Stars? Seven Stars, or Six Stars?”

…

Xue Wuying sucked in a sharp breath, secretly lamenting his plight. Did this man truly possess only Seven-Star strength? He actually possessed such sharp eyes!

“My strength has indeed decreased significantly, but…” Xue Wuying’s pupils revealed a cold, sinister grin. “It’s enough to kill you! I especially have to thank you for giving me so much time to suppress my injuries and recover my strength.”

“Is that so?” Chen Feiyu tapped the ground with his right foot, retreating two meters while raising his eyebrows and smiling. “That’s good then. I’ll give you a little more time to rest, how about it? I hope you can recover to Twelve-Star strength. But I’m afraid that with every passing second, your strength is declining.”

Xue Wuying’s fierce gaze stiffened, and his body muscles froze instantly. His internal injuries had reached a point where they could no longer be suppressed. If he didn't immediately sit down for quiet meditation, every second spent in a fighting state would increase his injuries and lower his strength by one level! How did this man know this secret?

“Surprised?” Chen Feiyu drew a semicircle in front of him with his extended right leg. “Next, you will see even more surprising things, such as…”

Damn it! I’ve been tricked, there’s someone else! Xue Wuying screamed internally. His internal true energy surged, causing the weeds under his feet to bend away from him, and he dashed towards the right in an arrow-like movement.

“If I let you run, I’ll write my name, Xue Tian, backwards.”

A black net, invisible to the naked eye, descended from above. Xue Wuying clutched the black net that landed on him with both hands and pulled forcefully apart!

Zzzzzzt

Blood spurted from Xue Wuying’s fingertips, and pain instantly shot through every nerve in his body.

What is this thing? Xue Wuying struggled violently. The black net covering him tightened with every twist, and the space he could move in shrank smaller and smaller.

“Keep going, keep going.”

Under the dark sky, Xue Tian stood with his arms crossed, leisurely watching Xue Wuying. “If you still had Twelve-Star strength, I admit my current net couldn't hold you. But how much strength do you have left now? Seven Stars? Do you even have that?”

“Six Stars,” Chen Feiyu straightened up and said flatly. “He only has Six-Star strength left.”

“Six Stars?” Xue Tian blew an exaggerated whistle. “If Old Qin were in the net, I wouldn't guarantee my net could hold him. But any Six-Star martial artist other than him? I guarantee no one can break free of its enclosure.”

“You guys are too fast, you didn’t leave anything for me,” Lin Liqiang slapped Chen Feiyu’s shoulder. “Your anger just now, you really wanted to kill him. Qin Fen holds a very important place in your heart.”

“Indeed,” Chen Feiyu turned to look at Lin Liqiang’s bright eyes. “Besides my sister, he is the person who weighs most heavily in my heart.”

“Haha, I like your honesty.” Lin Liqiang snapped his fingers crisply, turning his wrist. A red sphere appeared in his palm. “I’ve always thought Old Qin rarely has friends. If he could make a true friend, I would give that person a gift. This thing, although not comparable to the 【Divine Demon Body】 Old Qin has, is still something produced by me, Lin Liqiang, the genius of Bio-Beasts.”

“Young Master Lin~~~” Xue Tian dragged out the sound and frankly extended his open hand. “What about mine?”

“Yours hasn’t been made yet,” Lin Liqiang stroked his chin. “I’ve been tailoring one for you since I last saw Young Master Xue. Our 'Romantic Duo' Bio-Beasts must have performance enhancers for male function and increased pleasure in bed, right? This can't be rushed~”

Xue Tian gave Lin Liqiang a fierce bear hug. “You truly are a soulmate! Although our bodies are excellent, as men, who wouldn't want to be stronger? Current Bio-Beast manufacturers completely neglect this aspect.”

“I…” Chen Feiyu looked at the two men embracing passionately, paused slightly, and then said, “I might not be able to use a Bio-Beast.”

“What?” Lin Liqiang turned around. “There are people who can’t use Bio-Beasts?”

“I…” Chen Feiyu sighed heavily. “I only have half the meridians of an ordinary person…”

“So what?” Lin Liqiang rolled his eyes. “This one you have, although it isn't as bizarre as Old Qin’s 【Divine Demon Body】, it is one of my unique creations. Didn't you know? As a creator of Bio-Beasts, I meet all sorts of people. I even met a freak with absolutely no meridians.”

“This… I…” Chen Feiyu’s palm trembled slightly, unable to suppress the excitement in his heart. “I can use it too?”

“Of course.” Lin Liqiang shrugged. “That’s a small issue. Any capable Bio-Beast creator can circumvent that problem during the design and manufacturing process.”

Chen Feiyu carefully tucked the Bio-Beast egg close to his body. With this, he had one more chance against the nightmare from that day!

“Ah! Right!” Lin Liqiang pointed his index finger at the sky, shaking it repeatedly. “There are great risks when a Bio-Beast hatches and merges. I adjusted Old Qin’s, but I haven’t adjusted yours. Adjusting that thing, honestly, is too much trouble. It consumes not only a large amount of time but also a large amount of money. I’m not rich; Old Qin’s almost bankrupted me, really…”

“It’s enough, truly, it’s enough,” Chen Feiyu clenched his ten fingers. “Thank you, thank you very much.”

“This whole thing you’ve done…” Lin Liqiang scratched the back of his head. “It actually makes me feel a bit awkward. Let’s first interrogate this skulking rat—who sent him to kill Old Qin?”

“No need to look; he’s already dead,” Xue Tian squatted down to look at Xue Wuying in the net. “This man has at least three suicide methods hidden in his body. Huh? Is this… a red tag? And the character ‘Nine’ is engraved on it? What does that mean?”

Lin Liqiang and Chen Feiyu exchanged glances, both looking utterly baffled.

Xue Tian pinched the Blood List Ninth Ranker’s identification token between two fingers and rotated it gently. “The efficiency of this military camp is too poor. I called them and told them the location, why haven't they driven over? Are they expecting us to carry this corpse back?”

Chen Feiyu tilted his finger toward the sky, and an X2 high-speed aircraft flew over.

Beep… beep… beep…

Countless instruments were attached to Qin Fen’s body on the hospital bed, and several advanced medical machines continuously transmitted his physical data.

The fractured arm had already been carefully treated by the doctors, but the remaining internal injuries could not be healed by modern technology.

Two old soldiers brought by Zhao Huzhi stood silently outside the quiet hospital room, while over a dozen soldiers patrolled the area around the hospital.

In the quiet room, Qin Fen lay alone on the bed.

Zhao Huzhi stood outside the room, staring helplessly at Qin Fen. This young man’s true energy was too strange. Despite years of practicing Ancient Martial Arts, his eyesight couldn't discern how Qin Fen’s true energy was operating. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art didn't run like this.

“Alas…” Zhao Huzhi stood with his hands on his hips, shaking his head repeatedly. “In this situation, no one can help! Kid, you have to pull yourself together!”

Drip… drip… drip…

The monotonous sound emitted by the instruments repeated over and over. Qin Fen lay with his eyes slightly closed, completely immersed in regulating the true energy within him.

Xue Wuying’s true energy was very strange, different from the invading true energies he had encountered before.

Normally, even if true energy entered his body, it acted like a charging wild bull; as long as it was dispersed or guided away gently, it could be expelled from the body.

Xue Wuying’s true energy seemed to possess life and intelligence. Facing the gathering and colliding true energies, they automatically chose to evade and flee. Gentle guidance of true energy had no effect on them either.

If only I could pass out now? Enter the dream state… Qin Fen grimaced, his brows unintentionally furrowing. If he relied on others to solve every little problem, how could he truly grow and advance?