Qian Wutian struck out, his battle aura surging, his chest cavity releasing blasts of air mixed with fury, cracking and popping like rapid gunfire! Forming the roar of a primal wolf, his Battle Heart! At this very moment, it too erupted from within him!

He, too, in the span of a mere two months, had successfully condensed a [Battle Heart]! The bloodline of the Elven King—the ultimate genius awakener of the Qian family. His reputation was not earned easily.

Tcha! Qian Wuqing didn't retreat; instead, he stepped forward, his body slightly bowed, his back arched like a shrimp. His shoulders suddenly began to vibrate and tremble rapidly up and down, his two arms snapping inward, elbows hammering down like spears or axes.

Qian Family Battle Skill: Meteor Shower! The vibrating, hissing air tore apart again, with a sharper, fiercer shriek! The [Meteor Shower] that he used against Qian Jin last time was unleashed once more!

Only this time, Qian Wuqing’s Meteor Shower was faster, fiercer, and more explosive than before! If the previous display was a meteor shower, this one was a comet storm! Empowered by the strength gained from the Battle Heart and the battle against the demon, this was easily more than twice or three times stronger than the Nine Battles of Subduing Demons!

Dozens of elbow shadows danced up and down, instantly enveloping Qian Wutian’s arms, looking like countless steel saws determined to grind that battering-ram arm clean off. Meteor Shower versus the Chariot Charge! Before the attack could fully connect, Qian Wutian violently clenched his fingers into a fist again.

The backs of his knuckles tightened sharply, his bones popping audibly. Harnessing this explosive fist strength, Qian Wutian’s arms instantly became as hard as steel, utterly ignoring Qian Wuqing’s incoming flurry of blows. He made no move to stop.

(Baidu: Dominate! By Shou Mao) In that split second, elbow strikes and fist charges collided—the sound of slapping muscle and cracking bone merged into a single, deafening clamor. The dust beneath their feet billowed up continuously, surging from their ankles right up to their knees.

The instant their fists and elbows met, Qian Wuqing’s rooted feet revealed instability, forcing him to stumble backward repeatedly, taking two full steps back, each leaving a distinct, half-inch indentation in the ground. The bang-bang sounds resembled a shattered war drum. The clenched fist of Qian Wutian suddenly snapped open.

His ordinary palm seemed to inflate rapidly, expanding so much that in Qian Wuqing’s sight, it eclipsed his entire world as the five fingers spread wide, hanging motionless above him. In a flash of lightning, Qian Wuqing’s neck snapped back sharply, dodging the hand that seemed capable of blocking out the heavens. A faint, cold sneer touched the corner of Qian Wutian’s lips.

His toes twitched rapidly on the ground, channeling power to his ankles. His body moved like a dragonfly skimming water, instantly vanishing from the front lines of the battle. He reappeared behind Qian Wuqing like a phantom, his splayed fingers hovering just above the back of Qian Wuqing’s head, suspended silently.

Victory and defeat were already decided! Qian Wuqing’s face turned ashen. Large beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

He stared blankly at the spot where Qian Wutian had been: “How is this possible? How could your Battle Skill change so quickly? Heaven-Stealing Hand… Heaven-Stealing Step…” The onlookers furiously rubbed their eyes, trying desperately to recall the flow of the fight, but they simply couldn't grasp what they had just witnessed.

How exactly had Qian Wutian moved behind Qian Wuqing? Qian Zhanxuan’s grim face finally softened with a sliver of sunlight. The two insubordinate juniors would certainly receive severe punishment afterward!

But this Battle Heart… that was truly surprising. Both Qian Wuqing and Qian Wutian were unexpected. Qian Wuqing’s inherent talent wasn't exceptional, yet he had condensed a Battle Heart at this age.

As for Qian Wutian, his talent was astonishingly rare, but even Qian Wushuang hadn't condensed a Battle Heart by this age, let alone possessed the Heaven-Stealing Hand and Heaven-Stealing Step. "Interesting… very interesting." Qian Zhanxuan nodded slightly. He hadn't expected that a supposed 'waste' from the Qian family could spur such rapid progress in two Qian family Elven King bloodline awakeners.

Qian Jin frowned, observing a corner of the chaotic battlefield. He subtly moved his lips, revealing a faint smile. Heaven-Stealing Step?

While he didn't know the exact sequence of Qi manipulation, he could certainly discern the body's method of generating force. It relied entirely on the coordinated transmission of power through the toes and ankles. In reality, Qian Wutian’s movements were minimal; his entire being acted like a shadow wrapping around his opponent.

Even if Qian Wuqing had managed to evade this specific Heaven-Stealing Step, it would have been useless. Qian Wutian could launch successive attacks, preventing Qian Wuqing from ever truly accumulating his Qi to its peak for an explosion. He could hold out for perhaps one or two more blows, but no more than that.

Qian Wuqing, his face dark, dragged his legs, which felt weighted down by tons of iron lead, and slowly walked towards Qian Chenyu, bending down slightly to whisper: "Father…" Defeated! For two months, he had lived on the knife-edge of survival and death, his sole goal being to defeat Qian Jin! To avoid the mockery of the other Qian family bloodline warriors behind his back!

He had thought he could finally take revenge this time, to wipe away the shame. (Baidu: Dominate! By Shou Mao) Yet, he was defeated by a young man who had awakened his power two years after him, without even getting the chance to engage Qian Jin!

And the defeat was so crushing! His body was completely unharmed, yet he admitted his failure! He hadn't even had the chance to use magic, and his opponent had ended the fight without employing any magic either.

No right to use it! Qian Wuqing trembled. He had lost to a Qian Wutian who hadn't even exerted his full power.

Qian Chenyu raised his slightly trembling arm, encircling the back of Qian Wuqing’s head, burying his son’s cheek into his shoulder. His hand patted gently on Qian Wuqing’s head as he murmured soothingly: "It’s nothing… really nothing, son. We’ll go back to the Ancient Desolate Sea of Sands next time!

We’ll have another chance next time!" "Qian Jin!" Qian Wutian stood tall like a banner on the battlefield, raising his arm to point sharply toward Qian Jin’s location. His deep voice carried the rumble of thunder: "Next… it’s your turn." All attention immediately snapped toward Qian Jin, who was the true protagonist of the day! The ultimate goal for the full-power combat of the two Qian family Elven King bloodline awakeners was to face this young man who hadn't awakened the Elven King bloodline.

In the silence before the Qian manor gate, all eyes were fixed on Qian Jin. Qian Jin’s gaze, however, was fixed on his father standing just beyond the field boundary. His father was still in the hands of the Qian family.

How could he fight this battle? What would happen if he won? What if he lost?

If he won, Qian Zhanxuan might take his anger out on his father, even threatening his father’s life. In that case, winning would be utterly meaningless. The Serpent Emperor, Pan Hongji, watched Qian Jin in deep thought, sighing repeatedly.

Why must Qian Jin’s father be such a powerless man? Without this restraint, how could Qian Jin hesitate? The internal affairs of the Qian family were things even the Imperial Clan would hesitate to meddle in.

Even though he was the head of the Nine-Headed Serpent bloodline family, he couldn't help Qian Jin in this matter. Everything… depended on Qian Jin himself! Pan Hongji shook his head repeatedly.

Qian Jin’s father was truly the greatest stumbling block in his life. Qian Zhanxuan smiled as he surveyed the small battlefield perimeter. Being a warrior wasn't just about the power of the fist; intellect, mental fortitude, and authority were all applications of strength.

Only by integrating them all could one form the power to grasp the overall situation! Forget that Qian Jin’s meridian channels were still locked; even if Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji risked offending the Qian family by unlocking his Qi, so what? Nowadays, even the most ordinary member of the Qian family, one who hadn't awakened any bloodline power, could easily defeat Qian Jin!

As long as that elderly groom, Qian Cheng, remained tethered to the Qian family, Qian Jin would only have to bow his head to them. “Qian Wutian, can you possibly be any more shameless?” Duan Feng’er roared out with a rough voice. “Qian Jin’s father is in your Qian family’s custody.

How can he fight you with full strength? If he truly defeats you, who’s to say your Qian family won’t take revenge on Old Man Qian…” For a moment, the crowd’s gazes shifted to Qian Cheng and Qian Wutian. “Hmph!

What do you want me to do? Issue a guarantee?” Qian Wutian’s wolf-like face broke into an expression of arrogance and disdain. “You can’t grasp the situation yourself; what business is that of mine?

If you were fighting an enemy with only one arm, would you chop off one of your own arms to ensure a so-called fair fight? There has never been true fairness in this world! Only cowards constantly cry about unfairness!

True powerhouses shatter such unfairness with their strength, making their opponents scream about inequity!” Qian Wushuang’s calm eyes flickered with faint satisfaction. Qian Wutian had indeed matured lately—not just in warrior skill or Battle Skills, but his spirit and mind had also improved significantly. In the past, this arrogant young man would certainly have offered some guarantee for a so-called fair fight.

Pan Hongji’s slightly furrowed brow carried a touch of worry. Qian Wutian, having just defeated Qian Wuqing (Baidu: Dominate! By Shou Mao) at the peak of his momentum, showed no trace of arrogance.

His demeanor and his physical presence remained in the most imposing state. Duan Feng’er’s instigation and provocation had zero effect. “Qian Jin!” At the quiet entrance of the Qian manor, Qian Cheng’s voice—lacking in vigor but full of ancient weariness—spread through the air, drawing everyone’s attention.

The back, long bent by the burden of life, had somehow straightened to stand as tall as a pine tree. His somewhat messy hair was combed back, and his cloudy eyes shone with an unprecedented brilliance. “Son, do you know what a father’s greatest wish is?” Qian Cheng gently pushed away the supporting hand of Lucifer Flowing Water.

His chest rose and fell violently, causing his body to sway slightly. His sallow face flushed with color: “It is to see his son succeed! To see his son happy and living well!

To see his son no longer needing to kneel before others! “I hope my son can have the stars above his head and the earth beneath his feet! I hope my son never has to live the life I have lived!

I hope my son can tell the world that the blood flowing through his veins is no less noble than anyone else’s! I hope that in the future, when people mention me in conversation, they won’t call me Qian Cheng, but the Father of Qian Jin!” “My son! As a father, I cannot help you much, but I also do not wish to drag you down!

Do you remember what I told you the first time you left home? Go and do what you want to do! You are still young, you still have dreams—go and chase them!

Don’t end up like your father, regretting the cowardice of your youth when you are old! Go!” What a magnificent chapter title! Three-Four-Five… requesting monthly tickets, double monthly tickets in less than three hours...

A friend said I was calm and wasn't updating early... I went out to eat... If I wasn’t calm, I couldn’t help it… Now that I’m back, naturally, I can’t be calm anymore.

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