The Return of the Silent Slayer, Triumphant Over Three, Four, and Five Star Kings "Please enter your login ID." Qin Fen closed his eyes, listening to the voice that was once so familiar. He opened his eyes and looked at the virtual administrator of the BattleNet. He quickly entered his account.

"Please select the zone you wish to enter." A massive virtual sky popped up, displaying various channels: Main Station Channel, Arena Channel, Mobile Armor Channel, Fighter Channel. "Arena Channel. Free Zone Eleven.

Arena Number Eleven." Qin Fen stated softly, a faint emotion rising in his heart. Free Zone Eleven. Arena Number Eleven.

That place was once the foundation of his livelihood. It was also the place where his martial path truly began. Without that prophecy, without that first real-life battle experience, none of this would exist.

He would never have stepped onto the path of martial arts. The space around him warped for a moment, and Qin Fen found himself already in the spectator stands of the Eleventh Arena in Free Zone Eleven. On the central stage of the arena, two two-star martial artists were engaged in fierce combat.

Qin Fen could hardly believe his eyes and blinked several times. Ru Zhen Qin Lin. Yes, the martial artist currently holding the advantage with his Blue Lightning Force was Ru Zhen Qin Lin.

He was Qin Fen's very first opponent on his martial arts journey. He was still only a two-star? Had his star level advanced so slowly?

Qin Fen frowned slightly, then smiled and shook his head. It wasn't just that Ru Zhen Qin Lin had advanced slowly; hadn't he himself advanced too quickly? Looking back at the formidable rivals he had in the barracks back then—besides Xue Tian, that stubborn mule, and Lin Ling, whose true strength remained unknown—everyone else had long been left far behind.

A surge of contemplation washed over Qin Fen’s heart. You truly don't know until you compare. Only when looking back at former adversaries could one truly recognize their own progress.

In less than a year, returning to this place, the origin of his dreams, the people were the same, the surroundings were the same, but his own strength, honed through relentless, desperate practice, had risen to heights he had never imagined. " Ru Zhen Qin Lin wins." The emotionless synthetic voice echoed once more above the martial arts arena, interrupting Qin Fen’s reverie. " Qin Lin, beautiful victory!" A martial artist beside Qin Fen cheered excitedly, drawing the admiration of several others.

A few people nearby were already discussing in hushed tones the merits and flaws of both fighters in the recent bout. "Beautiful?" Ru Zhen Qin Lin showed little outward elation, though the corners of his mouth betrayed a suppressed inner joy. "I had a check-up yesterday.

My body is ready for the surgery to advance to the three-star Blue Lightning Force. Today is my final fight as a two-star." "What, three-star? Congratulations." " Qin Lin, you are fast indeed.

Only this much time has passed, and you're already about to enter three-star?" Several friends of Ru Zhen Qin Lin spoke up happily, their words devoid of flattery—it was genuine astonishment and admiration. Qin Fen stood quietly to the side. Was advancing from two-star to three-star martial artist that difficult?

And Ru Zhen Qin Lin's speed was considered fast? "My speed is acceptable, I suppose." Ru Zhen Qin Lin finally allowed a genuine smile to grace his face, though his eyes held a hint of melancholy. "It’s a pity.

I’m still not as fast as him. I need to work harder, catch up to him soon, and defeat him myself, to show him that my Ru Zhen Qin Lin is not just empty posturing." Ru Zhen Qin Lin's friends fell silent for a moment. They all knew who he was referring to: Thirty-Six Hours, the infamous money-sucking vampire of the Sky BattleNet, whom Ru Zhen Qin Lin had the misfortune of serving as his first stepping stone to fame.

Silence eventually gave way to an outburst. Ru Zhen Qin Lin's friends spoke again. "That’s right!

Wasn’t Thirty-Six Hours only a four-star when he fought you thirty-six hours ago? Qin Lin, once you reach four-star, you can challenge him and take your match back in the arena!" "Exactly! Exactly.

He hasn't appeared since he reached four-star. He must be too embarrassed to advance further, so he’s hiding. As soon as Qin Lin hits four-star!" "Indeed." Ru Zhen Qin Lin swung his fist powerfully in the air.

"I will fight back. Thirty-Six Hours, you wait! I definitely will...

you are..." Under the arc of his swinging fist, Ru Zhen Qin Lin stopped abruptly. He stared dazedly at the mysterious figure nearby, whose face was hidden, revealing only two eyes. "You...

you are..." Ru Zhen Qin Lin's arm trembled slightly. He narrowed his eyes. The appearance and attire of this man were strikingly similar to Thirty-Six Hours from that day.

While many now imitated Thirty-Six Hours, that inherent spirit was difficult for anyone to replicate. That spirit—only those who had traded blows with Thirty-Six Hours could remember it. Many people in this world could throw powerful, straightforward punches, but no one at the two-star level could still exude the bearing of a Grandmaster, the aura of a Master.

Even the Arhat Fist alone—many Martial Arts Masters couldn't execute it with as much finesse and spiritual essence as Thirty-Six Hours did. Ru Zhen Qin Lin had dreamed of that battle countless times—in his dreams, no matter how hard he tried, he could never break through Thirty-Six Hours's Dragon Cloaking technique, nor could he evade Thirty-Six Hours's counterattacks. That scene was deeply etched into Ru Zhen Qin Lin's very soul.

"You... you are Thirty-Six Hours. Yes, you are." Ru Zhen Qin Lin's voice was filled with tremors, the result of extreme excitement.

"You... you have finally appeared! Haha!

Let me see your strength now." Thirty-Six Hours? Thirty-Six Hours. That name was legendary in the low-star tiers.

The spectators in the arena almost simultaneously turned their gaze toward Qin Fen. "What? How could—" Ru Zhen Qin Lin suddenly shrieked, his voice laced with shock and disbelief.

The crowd was momentarily stunned, then they recalled that Thirty-Six Hours was known for not spending money to conceal his records. 16 Novel Mobile Site wap.16.C quickly organized themselves and paid a small fee to the system. They immediately saw the source of Ru Zhen Qin Lin's shock.

Nine-Star. Nine-Star. Nine-Star.

Not long ago, when Thirty-Six Hours dueled Ru Zhen Qin Lin, both were two-star martial artists. At that time, Thirty-Six Hours relied on his comprehension of techniques and mastery of moves to secure the final victory. Now, just as Ru Zhen Qin Lin was being praised for his rapid ascent to three-star status, Thirty-Six Hours had returned.

Thirty-Six Hours had not only returned but had brought back news so shocking it defied belief: after vanishing entirely from the Sky BattleNet upon reaching four-star, he was now a nine-star martial artist! "Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

The system must be malfunctioning!" Ru Zhen Qin Lin's head shook like a rattle drum, his expression turning bewildered. "Absolutely impossible! This can't be!

Nine-star in such a short time? Even riding a rocket wouldn't accelerate this fast!" "Nine..." The martial artists who hadn't purchased the records stared at Qin Fen with incredulous eyes. They didn't speak, but their eyes screamed volumes: Impossible.

How could it be? In less than a year, someone’s strength had increased by seven levels? Who did he think he was?

A martial artist with Divine Beast potential? Ru Zhen Qin Lin's friends fell silent. They all knew the system never made mistakes.

If the system stated Qin Fen possessed nine-star strength, then he was nine-star. Nine-star? A sense of crushing futility washed over them.

Comparing people truly could drive one mad. Ru Zhen Qin Lin's rate of advancement was already the envy of many, but compared to this legendary money-sucking vampire, Ru Zhen Qin Lin's progression speed was pure stagnation. No, snail's pace.

Compared to Thirty-Six Hours, Ru Zhen Qin Lin had no future in martial arts. "Thirty-Six Hours," Ru Zhen Qin Lin ground out, his voice thick with despair. Nine-star.

Perhaps his ultimate achievement would only reach the level of a nine-star fighter? Revenge was hopeless... Qin Fen looked quietly at Ru Zhen Qin Lin.

He realized that martial arts possessed not only the exhilarating aspects but also this cruel side. In less than a year, the moment they met again was enough to evoke despair in another. This was martial arts: survival of the fittest; the strong live.

A trace of sorrow, a touch of ruthlessness—Qin Fen savored these two distinct emotions. A barrier he had never perceived before suddenly dissolved within him. That’s right, martial arts were brutal.

Qin Fen’s eyes lit up. His advancements in recent days, though arduous and perilous, had been smooth sailing. His understanding of martial arts had been focused on diligence, hard practice, comprehension, intense struggle, and fleeting moments of joy.

He had never considered that this wasn't the whole picture. Martial arts had another face: cruelty, governed by unforgiving rules—only the strong survive. With a stir in his mind, Qin Fen felt the qi and blood within his body subtly vibrate.

This is...? Qin Fen was intrigued. His main reason for entering the BattleNet this time was to find the strongest nine-star martial artist for a bout, using the fight to stimulate his body into achieving the so-called 'Blood Exchange Rebirth, True Innate Ten-Star Realm.' He never expected that returning to this very place, the starting point of his dreams, and encountering an old acquaintance would stir such insight, giving an almost tangible boost to his actual strength.

Although this renewed understanding of martial arts did not immediately propel him into the Ten-Star Realm of Blood Exchange Rebirth, it had laid a solid foundation, constructing an essential stepping stone. When Qin Fen looked at Ru Zhen Qin Lin, a faint glimmer of gratitude shone in his pupils. Without this former acquaintance, this guide into the true world of martial arts, even a full-force battle against a nine-star fighter—even if it had brought him considerable understanding—might not have been enough to enter the realm of Blood Exchange Rebirth and True Innateness.

Now, Qin Fen felt renewed confidence about reaching the Ten-Star Realm of Blood Exchange Rebirth. "Thirty-Six Hours, since you have already reached nine-star strength, why are you here?" A friend of Ru Zhen Qin Lin looked at Qin Fen coldly. "Are you here to show off?

If so, your goal is achieved. You are strong. In less than a year, your strength has advanced to such an incredible degree.

Even Young Master Yu doesn't have your rate of improvement. You win. You can leave." Qin Fen looked at Ru Zhen Qin Lin's crestfallen expression and sighed softly.

"I... I did not come back to show off." "Then why?" "This is the place where I first dueled. The place that sustained me.

I can never forget it." As Qin Fen spoke, he stepped onto the central platform of the arena. "I came back to fight." Fight? Everyone was astonished.

High-star martial artists, apart from events like the Heroes' Assembly or official tournaments, rarely consented to fight in front of low-star practitioners—it was beneath their dignity. Thirty-Six Hours, now a nine-star, was returning to fight in the very arena where he once held only two-star power? Qin Fen said no more.

He opened the Nine-Star Battle Record Top 100 list and quickly scanned the records of the top twenty fighters, analyzing their opponents' standard and the martial arts they employed during their matches. The first place on the nine-star record list was not necessarily the strongest nine-star fighter. Sometimes, one who successfully defended against several weaker challengers in succession would still rank high based on win ratios.

Ru Zhen Qin Lin's friends stared blankly at Qin Fen for a few seconds, then a sudden spark of brilliance flashed in their eyes. They immediately opened their communication channels, calling every friend they could reach. "The money-sucking vampire, Thirty-Six Hours, who disappeared for a while, has reappeared on the BattleNet!" Several people messaged different friends, who then quickly relayed the news to others.

Thirty-Six Hours, who had once turned the two and three-star tiers upside down, had reappeared in the martial world. Thirty-Six Hours, who founded the 'Dragon Hall' on Human Colony Four, had shown up again. The news spread faster than wings, quickly propagating across all star tiers of the Sky BattleNet.

In a very short time, the Two-Star Martial Artist Forum, the Three-Star Forum, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, and Nine-Star Forums all displayed the same headline: 《The Former Money-Sucking Vampire, Thirty-Six Hours, Returns to the Martial World!》 Large red characters shone brilliantly on every forum. Martial artists at the two, three, four, and even five-star levels queried the post almost instantly, seeking the location of Thirty-Six Hours. Where was this Thirty-Six Hours who had rapidly increased his strength in a short time, creating a small domain for himself through sheer force, only to disappear, and now reappeared?

The six, seven, eight, and nine-star martial artists, who usually paid little attention to the four-star forums, were initially puzzled by the sudden post but opened it out of curiosity. Soon, those who opened the thread were captivated by the exploits of Thirty-Six Hours: A two-star martial artist? Now nine-star in less than a year?

"Heavens! Is this kid a genius? No, is this kid a monster?

We must see such a monster!" Thus, the six, seven, eight, and nine-star martial artists also began flocking to Free Zone Eleven, Arena Number Eleven, eager to witness the demeanor of this miraculous youth and discover why he had been absent for so long only to suddenly appear in a dueling arena. Thirty-Six Hours has returned? Upon hearing this news, martial artists from all star levels, as well as some sects from Human Colony Four, also became interested.

Among them, Tian Yi, the leader of the 'Tian Yi Sect,' which was currently locked in fierce combat with the 'Dragon Hall' for control of a street on Human Colony Four, was filled with shock and curiosity. "What? That freak Thirty-Six Hours is back?

This guy really is a freak. He established the Dragon Hall, made a name for himself, and then suddenly vanished, leaving his subordinates to develop the sect thrivingly. And now he suddenly pops up—and he’s nine-star?

This brat is keeping pace with the star levels? His speed is too fast; even a rocket wouldn't be this quick!" Tian Yi pondered for a few seconds, quickly exiting to the Human Colony Four channel. Like everyone else, he chose to go to Free Zone Eleven, Arena Number Eleven, to watch this eccentric money-sucking vampire.

"The network is experiencing overcrowding. Free Zone Eleven network congestion detected. Would you like to switch to another channel?" The cold, mechanical voice slowly reached Tian Yi's ears.

"Network congestion?" Tian Yi found it hard to believe what he heard. When the Federation created the Sky BattleNet back in the day, its slogan boasted: "This Sky BattleNet offers smooth speed, realism nearly identical to the actual world. Network lag and congestion will absolutely not occur.

A super network, forging a super Sky BattleNet." "Advertisements are truly deceptive," Tian Yi muttered unhappily, shaking his head. "Congestion? Why should I be the one to leave?

I won't leave. Let others leave." "If you do not depart, according to the rules, you must queue for waiting. You are the 137,388th person in line." "Damn it!" Tian Yi roared.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Over a million people stuck in congestion? That’s insane!" "It's not 1.3 million people anymore.

It’s 1.5 million now. No, 1.63 million. 1.64 million." Listening to the emotionless yet meticulously accurate synthetic voice, Tian Yi felt utterly defeated.

In such a short time? Over a million people were already stuck in the queue! Thirty-Six Hours's popularity was truly sky-high!

If this continued, even if he wasn't as legendary as the Earth God of War, his popularity might actually catch up to the old man's. Eleventh place? Shan He Ji?

Qin Fen’s gaze fixed on the eleventh position of the nine-star Top 100 Battle Record list. While he hadn't broken into the top ten, in terms of raw power, he was certainly not weak. Analyzing the top twenty, this person was likely the strongest among them.

The reason his battle records didn't enter the top ten was that he hadn't accumulated as many matches as those ranked higher. This individual was also a dark horse who had suddenly emerged within the last year at the nine-star level. He was like a fierce tiger; he had challenged a significant portion of the nine-star Top 100 record holders.

Furthermore, everyone he defeated in a match against the record holders gave him strikingly similar evaluations: His punches and kicks carried the overwhelming momentum of mountains and rivers, heavy, fierce, and dominant. "That's him," Qin Fen thought.