The unleashing had begun! Stimulated by the Dark Demon Armor, Lafar's Battle Qi surged continuously. His sinews and bones stretched, as if infused with Troll blood, causing his Battle Qi to instantly boom by thirty percent.

The Qian Jin's Battle Heart began to spin at that very moment! The Battle Heart, which had always merely pulsed, now rotated like a Dou Qiao, forming a massive vortex that greedily devoured the surrounding airflow. Lafar’s arms swelled repeatedly, his fingers thickening as well. The tips radiated a profound, solid power, and the fist he formed resembled a massive sledgehammer as it smashed toward Qian Jin’s body.

Little technique, just simple, brutal, direct brute force! Relying on sheer strength, he forcefully overwhelmed the opponent’s terrifying Battle Qi! Lafar’s Battle Qi was more than double that of Qian Jin’s, even when Qian Jin had the awareness of his Battle Heart—this was the power of the Saint Artifact Set from Sheng Qi Tao Shu Wang Quan Wen Zi Geng Xin Zhuang! This was also why, across ten thousand years, no other Saint Artifact sets had ever appeared; the Saint Artifacts were simply too powerful, so immensely powerful that they couldn't be replicated! Their complexity and intricacy were beyond the scope of one person, perhaps even an entire team.

Qian Jin’s Battle Qi was not just less than Lafar’s by one measure, but a full thirty percent deficit! Yet, neither man’s aura held dominance over the other. Lafar’s initial spirit and imposing presence might have been slightly weaker than Qian Jin’s, but the Dark Demon Armor granted him infinite confidence and strength. An invincible belief took deep root in his mind, allowing him to bridge that gap.

The eruption! Both were unleashing everything! Lafar sought a swift end; the Demonic Eye remained a threat, and a direct hit to the head would spell disaster. Qian Jin also aimed for a quick finish; even with the aid of the Battle Heart's awareness, true endurance of Battle Qi was uncertain against an opponent who was a Bloodline Martial-Warrior, backed by a Saint Artifact. Who knew if a sudden breakthrough might occur, leading to the condensation of a Battle Heart? If that happened, defeat would be certain. Feng Yun Dou Qi poured into both arms with reckless abandon, rapidly completing the sequence of the Fen Jin Lian Zhan, bones, blood, and muscle vibrating audibly under the stress of the Battle Qi.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" Driven by the perfected Battle Heart awareness, the sound of rushing air was even sharper than in the Enlake Battle Qi Chamber, like a thousand war blades being drawn from their sheaths. This time, what was drawn forth was not the elevated life-will of warriors sublimated on the battlefield, but the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline Warrior's Soul of Glory—absorbed, merged, taking root and sprouting like a seed within the Battle Heart awareness. The Soul of Glory, which had guarded humanity on the Human-Demon Battlefield for thousands of years; the unyielding soul that fought to the death in desperation, never retreating, never surrendering until the last man fell; the Soul of Flame that burned with all the glory of the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline Warrior family—all fused into these two arms.

All power, held back by nothing! Qian Jin’s entire skeletal structure creaked, his full strength finally unleashed. Duan Feng Er even felt a momentary blur, as if witnessing a scene from millennia ago: the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline family charging fearlessly into the demon horde, providing cover for Emperor Fulong Zhence of the Zhence Dynasty during his defeated retreat.

Piercing beads of blood once again seeped from the skin, as if celebrating the heroic spirit of the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline family, fighting drenched in gore! Countless blade intents erupted madly from Qian Jin’s body. After bursting forth, each strike of blade intent was forcefully reabsorbed into his arms, fully integrating with them! It was as if thousands of warriors holding battle blades had merged wholly with Qian Jin, becoming a part of him. The blade intent was tragic, overwhelming the senses! His arms, wrapped in Battle Qi, transformed into war blades, roaring as they tore through the air—a grand roar from the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline family on an ancient battlefield, transmitted across time and space to cheer Qian Jin on.

Lafar instinctively sensed danger for a second, roaring internally: "Great, supreme Saint Artifact Dark Demon Armor! Grant me even greater strength! I demand stronger Battle Qi!"

"Rumble!" Battle Qi sprayed out of Lafar’s body like a tidal wave—thirty thousand turns… thirty-three thousand turns. Under the high-speed rotation of the Dou Qiao, his body felt on the verge of being torn apart. The immense pain morphed into a thrilling, indescribable pleasure. The punch he threw expanded twofold again. Qian Jin’s Fen Jin Lian Zhan smashed violently into the two massive fists, resulting in a thunderous explosion that roared through the hall, shaking the soil beneath their feet high into the air.

Lafar moved! The piercing pain shooting from his hand bones forced him to act! Disregarding the blood jetting from the tearing gashes on Qian Jin’s tiger’s mouth, Lafar struck first! Because one of his own fist bones had fractured. Speed! The ultimate swiftness of the Blood Bat Clan! Eliminate this irritating human, instantly! Lafar appeared to Qian Jin’s left, throwing a punch, yet simultaneously moving at high speed to Qian Jin’s right to deliver another blow: "Can you tell which one is me? You can't, can you? But I can see every single one of your movements…"

Qian Jin’s Battle Qi vibrated at high frequency through his toes up to his calf muscles. Lafar’s punch slammed into empty air: "How is this possible?" As he cried out in surprise, Qian Jin’s body appeared to Lafar’s left. The Fen Jin Lian Zhan vibrated rapidly, as if carving a path through a million layers of defense, the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline Warrior whose arms were now crimson. Lafar’s scalp suddenly throbbed wildly: "How can someone be faster than a Blood Bat Martial-Warrior? Is he from the Zhence Dynasty’s… No! He’s not a Bloodline Warrior, he shouldn’t be able to…" Qian Jin materialized to Lafar’s right, the Fen Jin Lian Zhan continuous and unrelenting, like thousands of warriors erupting simultaneously from his body, brandishing hundreds of war blades to hack viciously at Lafar’s head and arms—the areas not protected by the Dark Demon Armor.

In his haste, Lafar’s head whipped around in four different directions. He momentarily saw two Qijins, unable to distinguish which was real and which was phantom, instinctively raising his hands to block.

"Bang!" The Fen Jin Lian Zhan struck the Black Iron Hand. This time, the momentum of relentless advance, refusing to retreat, shattered Lafar’s Black Iron Hand Dou Technique.

Having gained the upper hand, Qian Jin’s Fen Jin Lian Zhan descended like a tidal wave, or perhaps a thousand blades striking at once, furiously hacking at every part of Lafar’s body.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Following several rapid blows, Lafar managed to forcefully block Qian Jin’s attacks by relying on the Battle Qi surge stimulated by the Dark Demon Armor, but his legs retreated step after step. He was pushed back seven or eight paces, barely able to defend, entirely incapable of counterattack.

Retreat! Retreat! Lafar’s mind screamed retreat. If he could just reach a safe distance, just gain a moment of respite, then a final counterattack would surely kill Qian Jin. The Battle Qi inside him surged and swelled, and under the threat of death, a trace of it actually began to coalesce, showing signs of forming a Battle Heart.

Buy time! Enough time! Lafar retreated again. Each block he threw up felt like a club striking his arm, reminiscent of when he hadn't even learned Dou Techniques.

This was the momentum Qian Jin had accumulated to its peak through continuous ascent these past few days. Every learned technique merged, and under the immense pressure of Lafar's Battle Qi and the pressure of the Dark Demon Armor Saint Artifact, it was all unleashed completely.

Qian Jin’s innate fighting style integrated with Battle Qi was always forward, forward, and more forward! Now fused with the profound fighting soul of his Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline ancestors from millennia ago, the resulting power was terrifyingly fierce. This was the true, all-out life-and-death battle of his existence. Spirit, inspiration, Battle Qi, and everything he could give were staked on this fight. This was the brightest he had ever shone, refusing to yield even before a Saint Artifact.

"Timing? Where is the timing? Where is the chance to breathe?" Lafar endured the pain in his arms, watching the tiger’s mouths on Qian Jin’s hands continuously bleed, unable to comprehend: "Doesn't he get tired? How many strikes was that? Fifty? Eighty? A hundred? Or two hundred? Doesn’t he need to breathe?"

"Why hasn't the Battle Heart condensed yet? Why is it dispersing again?" Lafar wailed inwardly. "Saint Artifact! Invincible Dark Demon Armor, grant me even more power!"

"Pfft." A spurt of blood erupted from Lafar’s shoulder—not burst by Qian Jin, but by his own Battle Qi tearing his body apart.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft…" Several successive gushes of blood sprayed out from within his body. Lafar’s Battle Qi rose again, but his eyes could no longer track Qian Jin’s speed. The Fen Jin Lian Zhan darted everywhere, and the stronger Battle Qi generated was suppressed and beaten down before it could manifest its true power.

How could this be? Impossible! A sudden, sharp pain shot through Lafar’s arms, and the distinct sound of shattering bone finally rang out.

"Crack… Crack… Crack…" Following the first crack, a dozen more sounds of breaking bones followed in quick succession. In the blink of an eye, the bones in Lafar’s arms shattered countless times. His body staggered backward repeatedly, his vision filled only with Qian Jin’s silhouette.

Another hand! That hand instantly magnified in Lafar’s pupils and plunged deep into the spot just beneath his throat.

"Pfft!" The finger pierced the flesh and clamped onto the Dark Demon Armor, which was almost fused to his body! A powerful ripping force violently tore the Dark Lock out.

"No!" Lafar watched the blood spray from his chest and the Dark Demon Armor separating from him, letting out a scream of despair: "No… Don't leave me…" His bright black eyes instantly turned dull gray again. Lafar sat on the ground, looking around in panic: "Why can't I see again… Why can't I see again…"

Qian Jin’s legs trembled violently, his body barely able to endure the high-intensity movement after using Wan Ying multiple times and moving at frantic speeds. Blood dripped slowly from the Dark Demon Armor onto the grass, completely absorbed by the mutated flora that loved blood.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Lafar sat on the grass, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, shouting in panic: "I have the Dark Demon Armor! How could I lose? How could I possibly lose?" Qian Jin flung the Dark Demon Armor into the Demon Realm. Although it was a Demon Race Saint Artifact, and incredibly bizarre—leaving Lafar, who was thirty moments ago appearing as a thirty-year-old demon, now aged like a ninety-year-old man—it was still a Saint Artifact, making its study quite necessary.