"Huan Sui Nirvana Grand Innate"? Qin Fen frowned slightly. A Ten-Star martial artist performing the task of a Fourteen-Star martial artist was undoubtedly extraordinarily difficult. Even with his beyond-ordinary control over power and having witnessed the special visuals of the Bone Marrow Changing, it remained no simple feat for a true Ten-Star to complete the Huan Sui.

If he were to be agitated further... A look of rejection flashed across Qin Fen's lips. His injuries were so severe; in the eyes of those experts, perhaps they wouldn't cause much more damage, but every shift and sway still inflicted significant harm upon his body.

Although the body's shaking allowed him to feel the movement of the marrow within, truly grasping the marrow for Nirvana required constant motion. Continuously shaking the body was clearly not the right method. How could he make the bone marrow oscillate on its own? The gloom and melancholy around Qin Fen's brow deepened. The images provided by the Master were all depictions of a Fourteen-Star martial artist's control over the marrow, offering some reference but being impossible to copy exactly.

Du Peng stared intently at the seaside, his own brows tightly furrowed. Xue Tian’s words could certainly not be told to Qin Fen; it would only unsettle his mind further, making self-healing harder.

However... Du Peng clasped his hands together, his fists tightly locked. His look of unwillingness leaped from his eyes repeatedly. If Elder Brother were here, perhaps Xue Tian wouldn't still be trapped in such a suicidal battle, would he? I am useless! Having inherited everything from Elder Brother and obtained Qin Fen’s superior spiritual medicine, I am still only qualified to stand by and watch the fight...

"Waste..." An expression of endless mockery curled on Du Peng's lips. "Elder Brother, you truly didn't scold me wrongly. Compared to you, I am utterly, without question, a complete waste."

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Xue Tian’s bold shouts soared heavenward from the battle ring by the sea. The injuries sustained from the fierce fight with Huang Zhengchun finally began to take their toll. After successively slaying several martial artists, the man who was never touched suddenly found himself taking a direct hit on his back from an Eight-Star martial artist’s Iron Sand Palm while trying to evade an attack from a Ten-Star.

Bang!

A sound like a sandbag being struck erupted from beneath his dark green military uniform. The next moment, a "hissing" sound roared, and in an instant, the uniform tore into shreds, revealing his rock-solid musculature.

"Hmmph..." Xue Tian grunted, his hand-held short blade twisting in a slash as his eyes, wearing an icy smile, fixed on the beheading Eight-Star attacker.

You want me injured? Then you must pay with your life! The killing intent radiating from his very posture conveyed this message clearly to everyone around him.

Before anyone could react, blood stained the corner of Xue Tian’s mouth, his refined face bearing a devilish, strange grin as he resolutely lunged towards the direction where the most enemies were gathered.

The two Eleven-Star martial artists observing the battle exchanged glances, seeing mutual surprise in each other's eyes. This young man had truly gone mad. In a suicidal battle where he was one against a hundred, he was fighting with such evident joy?

No! Although this man was severely injured taking down Huang Zhengchun, he had utterly suppressed the morale of everyone else. Even the Ten-Star martial artists of the same rank would find killing him no simple task! Further casualties must not be allowed to occur.

Two piercing long howls tore through the fierce battlefield, and the two black men, possessing Eleven-Star influence, made their move! The Golden Triangle martial artists who had been surrounding Xue Tian felt an inexplicable wave of relief and quickly retreated in all directions, yielding the battle space to the two vice-captains.

How could they feel relief? Many martial artists were momentarily stunned, then a faint self-mockery quickly flashed through their eyes. Holding the advantage in both numbers and overall strength, the ones feeling fear were themselves. If someone had said this in the past, they would surely have been ridiculed, right? They never thought that someone could truly suppress the morale of a hundred people with the sheer aura of one person.

The two black men, both in their fifties, executed lightning-fast footwork. Their thick arms shot out straight, resembling two colossal steel lances from an ancient battlefield, savagely stabbing toward Xue Tian's chest and the crown of his head.

Their clothing was not particularly loose. The high-speed movement, coupled with the ocean breeze, caused their sleeves to snap loudly with every twitch of their arms, blending with the sound of waves crashing on the beach, making it incredibly difficult to distinguish which sounds were the surf and which were the violent friction of their bodies moving at high speed against the air.

Xue Tian’s eyes flared, a light of cautious battle intent quickly slicing through them. These two powerfully built black men moved with no trace of clumsiness; they were as agile as two large black monkeys in the mountains. Their boxing style was clearly the ancient martial art, Tongbeiquan.

"These two have probably been stagnant at the Eleven-Star realm for over ten years, haven't they? That means their control and application of the Eleven-Star level are as effortless as breathing? These opponents are slightly weaker than Huang Zhengchun, but their danger level is in no way diminished."

Xue Tian narrowed his eyes to thin slits, rapidly calculating their approximate combat capabilities.

The momentum generated by these two the moment they attacked suggested a massive river flowing into the sea. The oncoming gale carried a pressure wave capable of disrupting one's breathing. An interwoven blend of icy cold and searing hot air indicated that these two were partners accustomed to fighting in concert.

"They use ancient boxing, but their martial foundation is based on New Martial Arts! Magma Skill and Nitrogen Pressure Freezing Demonic Path!"

Ancient boxing combined with New Martial Arts—this was a relatively popular fighting method. While the short-term speed of combat strength improvement was somewhat protracted, once fully integrated, the power they often displayed was astonishingly formidable.

New Martial Arts was inherently a path for the wealthy. The price of even one set of high-level New Martial Arts combat forms was astronomical. Many practitioners settled for the relatively cheaper New Martial Arts fighting techniques. Those who studied ancient boxing were people of great perseverance.

"These two specialized combat styles, one cold and one hot—I wonder if Qin Fen will manage to avoid them?"

Xue Tian retracted his body, moving like a monkey, but instead of retreating, he advanced. With a sharp twist of his wrist, he threw his short blade like a projectile at the black man practicing the Nitrogen Pressure Freezing Demonic Path, simultaneously closing in on the Magma Skill practitioner, Kubi. His shoulder dipped slightly, and his spread five fingers, radiating a distinctly lewd aura, reached toward the opponent's lower abdomen—a Monkey Steals the Peach!

This is...? All the Golden Triangle martial artists froze. The young man who moments ago radiated pure killing intent had, in a flash, turned the fight into something so utterly vulgar?

Du Peng's eyes widened repeatedly in surprise. That was Qin Fen’s vulgar fighting style! Xue Tian has learned it so perfectly!

No! It's not learned! He is executing a vulgar fighting technique! Du Peng shook his head lightly. Xue Tian's initial vulgarity was a perfect imitation of Qin Fen's. Clearly, this wasn't his own creation but an inheritance of Qin Fen's combat skills. Yet, he never expected that something Qin Fen had only used once could so completely transform into Xue Tian’s own signature move in his hands.

Kubi, the black man, felt the chilling presence of those five fingers aimed at his groin and instinctively retracted sharply, twisting his body mid-air to dodge.

Clang!

Anierni, the black man practicing the Nitrogen Pressure Freezing Demonic Path, flicked his finger against the incoming blade. The gleaming short knife was instantly coated in a layer of white, misty frost.

The extreme cold instantly made the blade incredibly fragile. A gentle flick shattered it, reducing the knife to fragments as easily as crumbling tofu.

Xue Tian didn't even look at the rapidly approaching Anierni. He smoothly flowed forward and downward, sinking his posture even lower. His right leg whipped out from behind him like a scorpion's tail, tracing an arc across the sky, smashing fiercely toward Kubi's head.

Scorpion Tail! Though perhaps lacking in sheer vulgarity, it was an undeniably sinister kick!

Kubi’s dark eyes widened to their limits. His legs instinctively planted themselves firmly on the ground in a solid horse stance. This kick came incredibly fast, yet utterly silently, indicating that the force was concentrated to an extreme peak. If this kick struck the Baihui acupoint on his head, perhaps only an Eleven-Star martial artist who had perfected their Hard Gong to the peak level could withstand it!

Pat! Bang!

Xue Tian’s leading leg smashed down, immediately colliding with Kubi’s 'Heavenly King Holds Up the Pagoda' stance. Arm bone struck shinbone, the sound of muscle and skeleton crunching echoed, and the sandy patch beneath Kubi rapidly expanded into a hollow deep enough to bury a small child.

Won! A cold smile touched Kubi’s lips. Fastest updates. His ten fingers flipped, grasping at Xue Tian's descending leading leg. The scorching hot Magma Skill instantly incinerated the military trousers, already soaked with blood and rainwater, turning them into black ash. Even the leg hair on Xue Tian’s limb was instantly burned away, and a faint smell of roasted meat hung in the air.

The Eleven-Star Magma Skill, while unable to attack the martial artist's meridians with heat, could directly roast the flesh from the outside using super high temperatures!

Kubi entered the Eleven-Star realm at thirty-seven and was now fifty-two, having remained at the Eleven-Star level for a full fifteen years. Though limited by talent and comprehension from progressing further, he had pushed everything achievable at the Eleven-Star level to its absolute extreme. His confidence in instantly maximizing power was such that few Eleven-Star martial artists could surpass him. This Magma Skill’s "Burning Zither and Roasting Crane" was faster than anyone else's, capable of instantly searing the opponent's muscles, skin, and nerves—enough to decide the outcome of a battle.

Pfft... Crack...

The sounds of shattering bone and spraying blood reached Kubi's ears simultaneously. His wide-open eyes, filled with disbelief and terror, began to leak streams of bright red blood!

Besides his eyes, blood also erupted instantly from his ears, nostrils, and mouth.

A knife... Kubi's eyes were filled with an expression of utter disbelief as he stared fixedly at Xue Tian. This young martial artist hadn't just hidden knives in the elbow of his left arm and the knee of his right side; he actually had a knife hidden in the sole of his right boot!

No wonder he launched the seemingly impossible Scorpion Tail attack just now! Kubi's eyes twitched rapidly a few times as his body slowly began to fall backward. The last thought that crossed his mind was that he had never expected the Scorpion Tail to land; he had been counting on the hidden knife in the sole of his shoe to strike the Baihui point.

"What kind of young freak is this?" Anierni inwardly felt a surge of relief. If he had swapped positions with Kubi just now, he would be the one dead. That single knife strike was completely impossible to defend against! The knife in the sole must have been equipped with a powerful spring mechanism; its explosive force over such a short distance was likely more ferocious than a heavy machine gun bullet.

Xue Tian retracted his right leg from the Scorpion Tail stance and stepped down. The seawater-soaked beach instantly emitted a visible white vapor, and in the blink of an eye, that small damp patch of sand became utterly dry.

Xue Tian grimaced, twisted his calf, and lunged toward Anierni. His right leg, having dissipated some of the heat into the sand, remained fiercely red, like a steamed crab.

Coming again? Anierni's heart tightened. Having traversed the Golden Triangle for so many years and fought countless battles, he had rarely encountered such a lunatic.

"I am not Kubi!"

Anierni retreated rather than advanced, pulling back into the crowd while shouting loudly, "All together!"

Using two severe injuries to take the life of one Twelve-Star martial artist and one Eleven-Star martial artist, Anierni felt uncertain. This young man’s fighting style was always unexpected. When engaging him, one should never carry the arrogance of being a higher-ranked martial artist.

Fewer than eighty martial artists shouted in unison and rushed toward Xue Tian, unleashing their ultimate trump cards without reservation, terrified that one misstep might cost them their lives.

Everyone was afraid. No one dared to engage Xue Tian in small groups for annihilation; they fully adopted a human wave tactic, intending to bury him alive, using everyone's single-use ultimate skill to completely exhaust him until he was utterly powerless.

"It seems..." Xue Tian weakly raised his eyelids, sticking out his tongue to lick his blood-soaked, wet lips. "The price of being a hero is even greater than imagined."

Whoosh... Rumble... Thump-thump...

A giant wave surged, and the shouts of the crowd rose—two distinct sounds, yet both mixed together with immensely powerful force, assaulting Qin Fen's eardrums. His previously weak, fluttering heartbeat suddenly leaped strongly under the intense stimulation.

The sea waves... That’s right... the tide... This is the way of the tide! A flash of inspiration struck Qin Fen’s mind. Yes! This is the way of the tide; this is how he can make the marrow inside his body move completely!

The tide... The tide...

Anierni cautiously hid behind the crowd, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Xue Tian in the melee. In just a few dozen breaths, this young man had taken at least a dozen strikes from the Great Falling Stele Hand, Iron Sand Palm, Magma Skill, Blue Point Force, and at least ten heavy leg attacks.

Half of those attacks were from Ten-Star martial artists at full power... Such an onslaught... Anierni’s breathing grew ragged. Even if such attacks struck me, I probably wouldn't be able to stand up anymore. How is this young man acting as if he doesn't know pain or severe injury? Every time he takes a palm strike, he spits blood, and then immediately turns back to sever his opponent's head.

In those few short breaths, Anierni once again felt thankful for his decision. During this brief, continuous brawl, the young man had truly revealed every hidden ace he possessed. Two elbows, two knees, two soles of his feet, his shoulders, his chest! This person had over a dozen short blades hidden on his body! If it weren't for the desperate, full-force siege by the crowd, forcing him to reveal his trump cards, it would have been hard to imagine that this young man had knives concealed everywhere, even biting one between his teeth now.

"Why isn't he dead yet? Why hasn't he fallen?"

Anierni swallowed repeatedly. Was this person the reincarnation of a War God? When his usually black eyes completely turned crimson, anyone whose gaze met his would instantly feel their hearts turn cold with dread! At least a quarter of his bones must be broken, right? How can he still be so swift?

Anierni kept shaking his head. In just one minute, this young man had killed another forty martial artists! Since the battle began, had he single-handedly killed nearly sixty martial artists?

The golden beach was dyed crimson by the blood and dismembered bodies of the martial artists. Xue Tian’s arm, which had been broken by the Twelve-Star martial artist’s shoulder strike earlier, was still flying about, killing people...

Broken, Anierni was one hundred percent certain Xue Tian’s arm was fractured, yet this broken arm had just managed to use its fingers to pierce a martial artist’s throat and yank out his Adam's apple.

Pfft...

Xue Tian took another palm strike to the back. The blood-soaked figure opened his mouth to vomit more blood, his entire body staggered by the blow.

An opportunity! Anierni's eyes widened sharply. He stepped out like lightning, his five fingers spread wide, aiming directly for the nape of Qin Fen’s neck. The icy Nitrogen Pressure Freezing Demonic Path passed by, instantly freezing all the raindrops and blood mist it touched into ice crystals.

A killing blow! Anierni had waited for this precise moment for a long time! He dared not get entangled with Xue Tian, fearing that this boy who constantly created miracles might conjure up yet another one.

Damn it! I’m finished! Xue Tian swallowed half a mouthful of blood, feeling the rapidly approaching palm behind him, and looked toward the distant Qin Fen...

Huan Sui successful! Qin Fen’s eyes snapped open. His gaze seemed to shoot out a hundred-meter bolt of lightning through the heavy rain. The miracle of Huan Sui Nirvana was beyond imagination; the damage inflicted by the White Tiger's palm strike was instantly restored the moment the Huan Sui succeeded!

Huan Sui Nirvana, Rebirth through Nirvana!

A brand-new power surged and erupted wildly within Qin Fen’s body, an overwhelming fighting intent saturating every cell. He slammed both palms and both legs simultaneously against the ground. His body, in the downpour, moved like a giant dragon soaring through the ocean. His long roar shook away the raindrops falling nearby, forcefully drowning out the sound of thunder overhead.

Anierni saw a pair of eyes sharper than any he had ever witnessed. In the dim, heavy rain, these eyes pierced through all obstructions, directly stabbing into his pupils and piercing his heart.

Domineering! Anierni had never seen anyone possess such an overwhelmingly tyrannical aura! Especially since this young man had been half-dead and lying there moments before, and now he had suddenly become so overwhelmingly arrogant!

He is only a Ten-Star... Anierni couldn't comprehend how a Ten-Star martial artist could possess such world-dominating momentum.

Nirvana Changing Marrow wasn't just about changing the bone marrow. Qin Fen could clearly feel that because of the Huan Sui, the body's cells and blood had received massive stimulation, leading to a significant increase in pure physical strength.

Nearly forty Golden Triangle warriors, amidst the downpour, witnessed a scene they would never forget in their lives. A semi-dead martial artist suddenly burst back to life with vigorous energy, overlaid with an incomparably tyrannical aura. His body stretched and expanded while moving at high speed, growing over two meters tall, resembling the manifestation of the legendary Overlord of Chu from ancient tales. His massive fist pierced through the dense rain, striking Anierni's palm with a later start but reaching it first.

Crack... Crack... Crack...

As Anierni's arm bones shattered, his entire limb exploded into pieces of flesh scattering outwards, as if he had been struck by a space battleship. He was flung upward over seventy meters before crashing onto the ground.

Roar!

Qin Fen caught the unsteady Xue Tian with one hand and let out another long roar toward the sky, shaking away the falling raindrops once more.

At this moment, the rain in the sky suddenly lessened, as if the heavens themselves were suppressed by this tyrannical aura, gradually slowing the downpour.

"You were looking for me, weren't you?"

Qin Fen stood amidst the remaining warriors, his eyes sweeping over the surviving Golden Triangle fighters. The bloody sand beneath his feet rapidly dispersed to the surroundings. "Thank you for taking such good care of my brother. Now, it’s my turn..."