|Martial Hall The eyes of the young martial artists instantly flashed with excitement. That place could be called one of the holy lands of martial arts in the world. It was the dream hall for almost every martial artist. Almost everyone in the room held an invitation to the Martial Hall. They could actively ask the army for leave to go there anytime, heading to that sacred ground of martial arts for a deeper level of advanced training.

“You’re going to the Martial Hall?” Yang Lie took several deep breaths. “Then I must work even harder. Before you go to the Martial Hall, I must complete the Blood Exchange Rebirth and enter the ranks of the Ten-Star Martial Artists, so I can go to the Martial Hall with you.”

“That’s right.” Brooks unconsciously clenched his fists. “I must also complete the Blood Exchange Rebirth and reach Ten-Star as quickly as possible, then head to the Martial Hall.”

The other young martial artists in the room remained silent, but their bright, sharp eyes radiated a fighting spirit eager to test their mettle. The words of Yang Lie and Brooks were exactly what they were thinking.

Looking at Qin Fen, Caesar sighed countless emotions in his heart again. Knowing this person was the luck of a lifetime. If he hadn't met him in the New Recruit Competition, perhaps he would have ambitiously gone to the Martial Hall after the competition? If that had been the case, the future prospects of his martial path would be far less bright than they were now.

In the way of martial arts, foundation is just as important as innate talent.

During these two months of injury, everyone communicated with each other. Qin Fen acted as the intermediary, connecting and guiding everyone. The effect was far better than two years of secluded cultivation with elders.

As for the Blood Exchange Rebirth into the True Innate realm, not only did it save everyone time in integration, but because of the clear guidance, everyone could achieve the Blood Exchange Rebirth more meticulously than others, resulting in a much more solid foundation.

The room soon returned to its initial quiet state. The young martial artists were cultivating, seizing every second. Some were hitting the peak of Nine-Star strength, while others had already begun their impact on the Blood Exchange Rebirth.

Xue Tian got out of his wheelchair and walked to Qin Fen’s sickbed, occupying a "territory" for himself. Like Qin Fen, he leaned back against four stacked pillows. “Why the sudden thought of going to the Martial Hall?”

Qin Fen looked at Xue Tian, who could already get out of bed and move freely, mostly recovered but still feigning immobility every day to enjoy the care of the beautiful nurses. His gaze, tinged with a bit more longing than usual, fixed on the ceiling. “At first, I only wanted to earn some money through martial arts to find someone. Later, because of Song Jia, I got closer to the martial world and even grew to genuinely love practicing martial arts, liking that feeling of constantly getting stronger.”

Xue Tian smiled in agreement. Everyone started on the martial path for different reasons, but most are deeply attracted by the charm of martial arts, falling into it and being unable to pull themselves out. “Speaking of which, I was mostly passive, semi-actively pushing myself to get stronger,” Qin Fen said, his eyes flickering with memories. “Until I met Bai Hu, and he struck me with a palm. Suddenly, he completely jolted me awake.”

Xue Tian reached over and picked up a bottle of free nutritional drink prepared by Inzaghi from the bedside table. He frowned deeply while drinking the liquid, arguably the worst-tasting beverage in the world, listening to Qin Fen continue.

“Because of my injury, everyone had to be hospitalized together,” Qin Fen shook his head and sighed. “Without enough strength, I couldn't guarantee the safety of my friends around me, especially people like you who act recklessly on impulse. Bai Hu’s palm showed me the ultimate power and the splendor of martial arts. So…”

Qin Fen took a deep breath—his powerful lung capacity allowed him to inhale for a full two minutes. The sound of a whistle blowing repeatedly echoed in the air. “I want to become strong. I want to be strong. I want to see how far I can go on the martial path. I don’t want to continue being semi-passive and semi-active anymore. I want to be active, completely active. The Martial Hall must be visited sooner or later, and these two months have laid a solid foundation for me. This is the best time to go.”

“Oh~~” Xue Tian wiped the residue of the foul-tasting medicine from the corner of his mouth, his expression still nonchalant. “I heard the Martial Hall provides free food and lodging, and maybe some beautiful women. Why don't we go together?”

Qin Fen turned to look at Xue Tian, whose face was pale from the medicine, and nodded in admiration repeatedly. That potion was so awful that even the Little Dragon King Yang Lie almost fainted. Yet, Xue Tian could drink it with apparent relish. Such a carefree demeanor would likely result in even more terrible potions from Inzaghi next time.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Fen finally didn't need to stay in the hospital. His body, having undergone marrow metamorphosis, felt more spirited after two months of rest and consolidation.

Solomon and the others had also made their own progress. Yang Lie became the second person, after Caesar, to complete the Blood Exchange Rebirth.

Thirty-four minutes and twenty seconds—this was Yang Lie’s timeline for entering the Ten-Star Martial Artist realm after completing the Blood Exchange Rebirth.

Although slightly inferior to Caesar’s, it was still remarkably fast. This made the other young martial artists who hadn't completed the Blood Exchange Rebirth even more envious.

Everyone knew clearly that if Caesar's record hadn't been so astonishing, Yang Lie’s speed in reaching Ten Stars, if announced externally, would have earned him high praise from the senior masters of the martial world.

Although the material on the Blood Exchange Rebirth into True Innate was powerful, it still required the martial artist’s effort and comprehension. In seven days, only Yang Lie managed to complete the Blood Exchange Rebirth into the True Innate realm.

Brooks, who was among the first to reach the Star realm and achieve the peak, felt depressed watching others surpass him, even foregoing sleep at night. He raced against Brooks and the others to see who could complete the Blood Exchange Rebirth into True Innate first.

Today was Qin Fen’s discharge day. Not only Yu Xiao and others from the Security Detachment came, but even Solomon, who had been in seclusion, came out of his retreat to celebrate Qin Fen’s departure.

“Master, the discharge procedures are complete.” Ji Zhen Xuan Yi pushed open the door. “We can go.”

“You’ve worked hard,” Qin Fen patted Ji Zhen Yi’s shoulder, then looked around the room. “Huh? Where’s Caesar?”

Xue Tian leaned against the windowsill, tapping the courtyard downstairs with his right index finger. “Caesar is waiting for you downstairs.” Qin Fen’s gaze followed his, looking down through the window. Caesar was not wearing his military uniform today, but a golden martial artist's attire. He stood quietly in the courtyard with his eyes closed, motionless, completely immersed in his own world, making final adjustments to his body and spirit.

Martial artists often make such adjustments only before a life-or-death duel, seeking to unleash their peak strength.

Caesar had spent seven days adjusting his physical and mental state. Even if he was no match, he still wanted to spar with Qin Fen one more time. After completing the Blood Exchange Rebirth into the True Innate realm, and after a full seven days of adjustment, Caesar’s spirit, energy, and presence reached an unprecedented height.

Qin Fen stood on the fourth floor looking down at Caesar in the courtyard, repeatedly making clicking sounds of praise. It seemed Caesar had indeed improved greatly over the past two months. He could separate his posture and his aura completely. Before engagement, posture should be lowered as much as possible, but the aura must not be lowered in the slightest; rather, it should be raised to the extreme. For ordinary martial artists, if the posture is lowered, it naturally affects the aura, causing it to weaken.

The Caesar of the past, while exuding a kingly aura, always maintained a superior posture; the two aspects could not be fully separated. This wasn't because he didn't want to separate them, but because he couldn't.

In over two months, almost all the young martial artists had undergone a transformative metamorphosis, with Caesar being the most outstanding among them. After seven days of intense adjustment, Caesar even felt confident enough to fight against the Hades of the Underworld King on that day. The surrounding holly bushes also slightly drooped their leaves at this moment, as if paying homage to the emperor.

Qin Fen, having not faced an opponent in person for over two months, felt his dormant martial heart stir again upon seeing Caesar’s soaring aura in the courtyard below.

He opened the window, leaped out, and descended toward the ground floor.

Qin Fen’s rapid and simple movement immediately prompted different reactions from the others. Martial artists at the Nine-Star level and above jumped out the window without hesitation. Yu Xiao and the others turned and ran toward the door, deciding to take the stairs to save time coordinating.

Qin Fen’s feet touched the ground, his body leaning slightly forward to dissipate some of the impact. He bent his knees slightly, using them as a springboard, and took nearly thirty meters in one stride, stopping in front of Caesar.

This leap was noticeably softer in terms of aura compared to his wartime advances, possessing a feeling more akin to a leisurely stroll in a courtyard. However, this leisurely stroll covered an exaggerated distance; every step spanned nearly thirty meters. The other patients walking in the courtyard didn't even have time to utter a sound of surprise before Qin Fen arrived less than a meter from Caesar.

Caesar, who had remained motionless with his eyes closed, suddenly experienced a tremor in his fair skin, as if a stone had been dropped into a calm lake, causing visible ripples to tremble across his skin.

“Caesar, let me see how much you’ve improved.” Qin Fen finished speaking and raised his right hand, turning his palm to press down toward Caesar. This palm strike was even slower than Qin Fen’s previous movements; with a casual shrug, he sent his entire arm out naturally.

Caesar kept his eyes shut and didn't watch Qin Fen’s palm strike, but his mind perfectly reconstructed the entire process of the strike. The seven days of mental and physical conditioning had brought Caesar to a peak where, at this moment, he didn't need to open his eyes. Relying solely on his martial intuition honed to its peak, he sensed everything, including the slight twitching of the muscles in Qin Fen’s shoulder—one of the power sources for this strike. (Read on Chinese websites at w^w^w. 1^6 k x s. Com)

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A series of rapid True Qi oscillations swept through Qin Fen’s body, sounding like strings of firecrackers set off during the Spring Festival. Suddenly, the muscles and skin of Qin Fen’s hand vibrated rapidly. Caesar heard a rushing sound, like water roaring from an open faucet, and his expression could no longer maintain its initial calmness. This wasn't the sound of nearby water pipes bursting; it was the sound generated by the extremely fast flow of blood within his veins due to Qin Fen’s rapid muscle vibrations squeezing the blood vessels, accelerating the surging blood. Not long ago, Qin Fen could only emit this sound of surging blood when he transformed into a being like a demon king from mythology. Now, he could do it with every move he made. How much had Qin Fen improved during these two months of immersion?

Caesar’s body hair suddenly stood on end. This palm strike carried none of the previous rigid force, but rather the imposing air of moving mountains and overturning seas, like the casual might of a deity from myth moving mountains and diverting rivers with a mere gesture. The pressing palm seemed like a massive peak summoned from elsewhere using the Five Ghost Moving Mountain technique. Even the emperor of the mortal world, commanding the world’s armies, could not single-handedly resist the power of an incoming mountain.

Caesar abruptly opened his eyes, which had been tightly shut. He stared calmly at the descending palm, as if an emperor admiring his magnificent domain. When Qin Fen’s palm was about to press against his chest, he finally moved. He pressed both hands downward, exactly meeting Qin Fen’s wrist. One hand twisted sharply to the left, and the other rotated to the right, his hands gripping Qin Fen’s wrist like the coiled divine dragons on ancient pillars, firmly clamping down on the descending, mountain-like palm. One left, one right—Little Dragon King Yang Lie’s [Twin Dragons Coiling Pillar] managed to entangle the hand that was about to crush a mountain, and then pushed down again.

Qin Fen’s eyes lit up slightly. “Not bad.”

Their three hands met. The immense twisting force was something cloth could not withstand. With several crisp tearing sounds, the small gap between them filled with fragments of shredded fabric. Before the sound of tearing cloth ceased, the surging, tide-like roar from the collision of their hands erupted in a rhythmic pa-pa-pa-pa, like crashing waves. This wasn't the sound of muscle hitting muscle, nor the sound of brute force colliding, but the sound produced by the rapid oscillation and mutual collision of True Qi the instant they engaged.

The moment their hands entangled, Caesar clearly felt the terrifying frequency of power rising and falling beneath Qin Fen’s skin. His True Qi seemed condensed into tens of thousands of steel needles, erupting with every rise and fall. Such fierce True Qi oscillation! The True Qi vibrating in Caesar’s arms instantly collapsed, and his horse stance could no longer take root. After ten rapid steps backward, he managed to stabilize his figure. Qin Fen’s hand, having been momentarily checked, moved forward as if through an uninhabited land, pressing firmly onto Caesar’s chest before stopping.

The young martial artists who had just landed watched silently as Caesar, drenched in cold sweat, stood amidst the crushed bluestones his retreating steps had pulverized.

The large courtyard fell silent; one could clearly hear the sound of leaves dropping onto the ground.

Yang Lie’s lips twitched, but not a single trace of a smile managed to form. Several drops of cold sweat had unknowingly formed on his forehead. How ridiculously strong had Qin Fen become? Yang Lie forgot to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes fixed on Qin Fen’s motionless hand, shaking his head repeatedly. Caesar had completed the Blood Exchange Rebirth into True Innate and entered the Ten-Star realm. The depth of his foundation was such that probably only two or three people in the world could match him. Yet, he was defeated the instant they clashed. And the defeat was cleaner and more thorough than the last time he fought Qin Fen.

How is this possible? Yang Lie’s eye corners twitched repeatedly. Although he knew Caesar would almost certainly lose this challenge, he never expected such a swift defeat. Last time, Qin Fen, who was only at the level of a Ten-Star Martial Artist who had undergone Blood Exchange Rebirth, could easily defeat Caesar, who hadn't even completed the Blood Exchange Rebirth. But this time, both were Star Martial Artists, both at the realm of Blood Exchange Rebirth True Innate, and both possessed the ability to fight above their level. How could Caesar be defeated so thoroughly in the blink of an eye? Was the recent fight like a battle between an infant and a giant?

Caesar lowered his head, looking at the palm resting 0.1 meters from his chest. “Impressive. The frequency of your True Qi oscillation is astonishingly fast, but more terrifying is that even during that frequency vibration, you maintain the limit that your meridians can bear. It is both fast and fierce. I am far inferior to you. No wonder you dare to say you can sweep aside Eleven-Star Martial Artists. If it weren't for the sheer volume of energy possessed by a Thirteen-Star, perhaps you would even dare to fight a Thirteen-Star Martial Artist?”

The Little Dragon King Yang Lie applauded lightly, immediately prompting the others to join in. Although the exchange was brief, it contained the essence of ten encounters. Qin Fen’s strikes were no longer just forcefully rigid as before; he had undergone a massive shift in aura. That powerful True Qi oscillation illuminated everyone’s eyes. Brooks slowly walked to stand beside the two, scrutinizing Qin Fen. “I thought you had only used these past two months to solidify your foundation, but I didn't expect you hadn't stopped progressing. Whether it’s the integration of aura, True Qi oscillation, or various comprehensive strengths, you are ahead of us and widening the gap.”

“Sigh.” The Little Dragon King Yang Lie let out a long, helpless sigh. “Originally, I thought I could narrow the distance with you a little, but I didn't expect that while we were striving for the single achievement of Blood Exchange Rebirth True Innate, you were already ahead, building your own martial world and playing with comprehensive strength.”

Being with others gave them an incomparable sense of superiority, but spending time with Qin Fen made him genuinely fear that one day he would be mentally crushed by being surpassed and completely give up martial arts.

The crowd laughed loudly and nodded in agreement. Although the Little Dragon King Yang Lie’s words about destroying confidence and giving up martial arts were a slight exaggeration, Qin Fen’s rapid advancement in martial arts truly surpassed everyone’s imagination.

Qin Fen withdrew his extended hand, turned toward a massive tree not far away, bowed respectfully, straightened up, and nodded again in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”

Thank you? Yang Lie and Caesar were both momentarily stunned. What was Qin Fen thanking?

The massive tree was silent for a moment, then a very calm voice, yet filled with praise, drifted out: “You… are very good.”

“Someone’s here?” Yang Lie instantly activated the Dragon Form Movement Technique, flashing like lightning toward the back of the tree. He stopped motionless in place as if struck by lightning. There was no one behind the large tree, and there wasn't even a footprint at the point where the sound originated.

Very good? Qin Fen smiled thoughtfully about the words left by the departing [Shadow]. Was he praising that single palm strike? Or was he praising his ability to detect his hiding spot?

Unable to figure it out, Qin Fen shook his head. Finding Shadow’s location this time, besides the guidance from Elder Liao Guan, also involved a bit of luck; otherwise, he still wouldn't have been able to find Shadow's precise location.

“A master,” Yang Lie shrugged, leaping back to Qin Fen’s side and saying, “Qin Fen, it seems you have found your own martial path this time. Although that last exchange had an indescribable elegance, the true martiality was the vastness hidden beneath that elegance, wasn’t it?”

“Correct.” Qin Fen nodded. “Thanks to the information you gave me. If Caesar is walking the path of Imperial Martial Arts, then I am walking the path of Divinity. Although gods only exist in mythology, the spirit of divinity has been passed down and interpreted by humanity over countless years, becoming a true spiritual concept. Welcome to the Chinese website—updates are fast! The Chinese website sincerely creates a comfortable reading environment for you.”