From the core of his spirit, all one hundred and eight spirit apertures—the ones along his shoulders, his back, his forehead, his thighs, his arms, his lower abdomen—emitted the whistling sound of spinning Dou Qi. One aperture propelled the next! Unable to discern the precise method of transmission used by Hua Xiao, but after months of grueling practice, the Qian Jin had finally achieved complete understanding, manifesting instantaneously in true mastery.

The immense might, the sheer burst of power, made every face in the watching crowd shift instantly, staring in astonishment at this young warrior who had not awakened the latent power of the Elf King’s bloodline.

The moment Qian Jin shuddered, his Dou Qi surged to the absolute zenith, an escalating shockwave that smashed through the seven-thousand-turn limit, unleashing seventy-seven thousand turns of Dou Qi. Absorbing the awe of the onlookers into his spirit core, a sharp intent to advance pierced through his body. The muscles in his ankles convulsed, stirring up plumes of dust, and with one more step forward!

Qian Jin materialized less than two meters from Qian Chenyu. The high-speed movement created a sizzling friction with the air, making him appear as if he had teleported. His right fist shot out—a Podi Zhan strike—erupting with a sound like neighing horses and monkey cries. If Qian Jin’s preceding body movements were rolling thunderclouds, this Podi Zhan was the lightning that tore them apart! Space itself seemed on the verge of being rent by the strike. Qian Chenyu had only just completed his turn, his mind still processing how to counter Qian Jin, when he felt the rushing wind and killing intent—a sensation akin to the wind and thunder preceding the rain. Goosebumps instantly erupted across his skin.

How could this kid possess such rich combat experience? How could he seize the initiative so perfectly? Qian Chenyu’s eye twitched violently. The true savagery of this strike wasn't merely the sharpness of the Podi Zhan; what was far more terrifying was the intent blazing from Qian Jin's spirit core. Fueled by Qian Jin's execution and the intake of surrounding gasps, it had subtly coalesced into an undeniable force!

The instant the Podi Zhan launched, combining the surprise and admiration of the onlookers with years of countless life-or-death struggles, it faintly forged an unstoppable momentum—like an overwhelming flood! It created an illusion that everyone was rushing towards this single attack, like an endless river surging from afar, making everyone an enemy.

The brutal life-and-death struggles in the Ancient Barren Sand Sea, the trials of the Boundless World’s Western Mountain, the domineering hatred for the Qian family, the guilt toward his father—all condensed into this single blow. It skillfully fused Qian Jin’s aura, spirit, and Dou Qi into a perfect balance, pulling him to an unimaginable peak!

With this mixture of emotions, the burst from Qian Jin’s strike faintly broke through the five-level barrier he had long struggled with. This composite of spirit, Dou Qi, and emotion, amplified by the energies of the surrounding audience, resulted in the pinnacle strike of Qian Jin's entire career!

The moment the Podi Zhan erupted, a fierce, world-defying arrogance surged from Qian Jin’s chest, elevating the internal impulse of Advance, advance, advance! to an unimaginable height!

Is he mad? Qian Chenyu instinctively wanted to retreat and avoid the edge of Qian Jin's punch. The will forged from repeated brushes with death instantly extinguished the thought of evasion. Retreating now would only inflate Qian Jin further, and dealing with him later would surely demand a higher price.

Kun Dou Technique manifested again, enveloping Qian Chenyu’s two palms! The Kun Dou Technique wasn't just for offense; applied to oneself, it could augment the power of an attack—it was like when a young person throws a handful of metal coins to add weight and impact to their otherwise light punch.

Bang! Sssshh-shhh! Qian Chenyu’s hands met the Podi Zhan head-on. The impact sounded like clashing war chariots, and the onlookers could feel the splashing Dou Qi coolly wash over their faces. Qian Chenyu’s hands were forced apart, seemingly cleaved by Qian Jin’s Podi Zhan, rendering him incapable of fighting.

But! Even though his hands were driven apart, there was no hint of dejection on Qian Chenyu’s face; a faint smile curved his lips—the smile of a successful scheme. His separating forearms drew inward, and his elbows smashed downward toward his head, his entire arm acting like a massive, sharp battle axe. The elbow strike was aimed directly at Qian Jin’s Podi Zhan.

Kun Dou Technique met Podi Zhan! The earth trembled slightly. As dust billowed up and Dou Qi sprayed outward, Qian Jin’s skin bulged, Dou Qi and blood mist simultaneously jetting from his pores.

What kind of Dou Technique is this? A searing pain shot through Qian Chenyu’s arm. The concentrated force of the Podi Zhan had brutally driven into his limb. How could an attack launched with the Bloodline War Body and a hundred thousand Dou Qi turns still be counter-attacked like this?

Bang! Qian Jin’s feet dug into the ground; the material of his warrior boots was completely shredded by the sheer force, yet he stood his ground without retreating an inch. His left fist, still tucked near his waist, launched another Podi Zhan, stabbing straight toward Qian Chenyu’s heart.

Almost simultaneously, Qian Chenyu’s left hand unleashed a Meteor Shower toward Qian Jin’s chest. The rapid attacks brushed past each other as their arms became entangled and scraped by.

Stealing Heaven Step! Ten Thousand Shadows! Both moved at high speed again. As the Podi Zhan pierced Qian Chenyu’s right chest, Qian Chenyu’s Meteor Shower slammed into Qian Jin’s right chest.

Crack… crack… The bones in both their chests fractured simultaneously! Even the Wind Gone Golden Body realm couldn't stop the attack from the Nine Demon Slaying Battles while in the Bloodline War Body state.

Thump-thump! Both staggered, their bodies shaking. Blood sprayed from between their teeth, and their slightly injured right hands launched another attack! They struck each other’s shoulders, the powerful force driving them both violently backward.

Bang-bang-bang-bang!

As their feet hit the ground while flying backward, Qian Jin’s body pitched forward, resembling a blood-soaked leopard. His internal Dou Qi spun rapidly, and he lunged again toward Qian Chenyu.

So strong? Qian Chenyu was momentarily stunned. Seeing Qian Jin charging at him, he flipped both hands, gathering countless swirling air currents to engulf Qian Jin’s body, meeting the incoming Consecutive Gold Slicing Attack.

A battle fought almost purely through brute force! Blood sprayed, bones snapped, an incessant rhythm. Qian Jin’s chest rose and fell violently; the severe injuries caused his Dou Qi rotation speed to constantly decrease—seventy-five thousand turns, seventy-one thousand turns, sixty-eight thousand turns… sixty-three thousand turns…

Qian Chenyu’s vision was a wash of red; only Qian Jin remained in his eyes. This time, he had to kill him—for his son’s sake, he had to kill him! The hundred-thousand-turn Dou Qi, under the heavy damage, frantically waned: ninety thousand, eighty-five thousand… eighty thousand, seventy-seven thousand, seventy-four thousand…”

Bang-bang-bang-bang… In a brief span of seconds, Qian Chenyu realized he was finding it harder and harder to damage Qian Jin. Although the young man was also critically wounded, his protective capabilities seemed to degrade much slower, and furthermore, the young man's body appeared to be self-repairing—slowly, yes, but compared to his opponent, one side was continuously falling back, while the other, even when falling, occasionally showed signs of recovery…

Kill him! Kill him! Qian Chenyu sucked in a sharp breath, forcing his spirit core to forcibly raise his Dou Qi again, unleashing another round of Meteor Shower. Suddenly, he saw a flash of cold intent in Qian Jin’s eyes, and his heart leaped: What was he planning…?

“The sequence of Podi Zhan! Explode for me!”

Qian Jin lunged forward, ignoring the Meteor Shower aimed at his body. He slammed his head fiercely into Qian Chenyu’s abdomen. The five-level Podi Zhan sequence, already sixty percent complete within his spirit core, detonated completely at that instant, unleashing an unprecedented impact force!

Rumble! Amidst the roar of colliding bodies, Qian Jin staggered repeatedly, his forehead bruised. His eyes shone with fierce light as he stared at the recoiling Qian Chenyu. The recovery advantage of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi, spoken of by the elder in the Four Seasons Valley, was something Qian Jin experienced firsthand for the first time.

In the initial clash, he was at a disadvantage, relying on the protective light shields of the Wind and Cloud Golden Body to mitigate some damage, combined with its regenerative capacity, to slowly level the playing field before finally launching the decisive attack before the opponent’s skill sequence could shatter.

With the formation of his spirit core, Qian Jin felt the recovery ability of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi was vastly superior to when he didn't possess a core.

Hooo… hhhh…

The dueling arena fell silent, broken only by Qian Jin’s heavy, gasping breaths. The onlookers stared blankly at Qian Jin—this young warrior without awakened bloodline power had, in a very short time, defeated two warriors who had awakened the Elf King bloodline. If Qian Chenyu hadn't intervened, Qian Wutian, hailed as a rare genius among Elf King bloodline warriors, would have been utterly slain by Qian Jin’s hand.

More significantly, this Qian Jin hadn't just defeated two young bloodline warriors; he had also overcome an opponent whose age disparity suggested vastly superior experience! This veteran bloodline warrior might not have awakened his bloodline power as many times, but he had survived the battlefields of the Human-Demon frontier—he possessed infinitely rich experience in life-or-death combat! A common warrior of the younger generation had actually defeated a veteran bloodline warrior!

This… where did this young warrior emerge from? If the veteran bloodline warrior hadn't launched a sneak attack today, perhaps several of the Qian family’s young Elf King bloodline warriors would have fallen to him. Perhaps… the crowd secretly glanced toward Qian Wushuang. Only a bloodline warrior as much of a genius as her might possibly defeat Qian Jin?

This thought flashed across everyone’s minds, and they looked at Qian Jin again in astonishment. Had they really compared this common warrior to a genius bloodline warrior? Has he become this powerful?

“Next…” Qian Jin slightly bent his spine, blood soaking into his pupils, turning his vision blood-red like a crazed beast as he stared at the high platform of the Qian family. “You don't intend to let me leave alive today, do you? Fine! I will fight you all to the end! Er’bu, take my father and get out of here… or knock him out…”

“Son…” Qian Cheng slowly stood up, his clouded eyes shimmering with stinging, tear-filled mist. “Don’t worry about your father. As long as you dare to fight, I dare to watch! I will witness all your glory and brilliance today!”

The low, yet resonant voice echoed across the quiet battlefield, striking a chord in the hearts of the crowd. Was this the martial spirit of a mere stable hand? Perhaps a stable hand wouldn't possess such mettle. But when that stable hand transforms into the identity of a father, his spirit matches that of an unrivaled master.