Qin Wuzhou explained that what the Holy Martial Hall did every week since its establishment was the top priority for the martial artists in the Martial Hall, even if it was somewhat tedious.

Here, lecturers of various Star Ranks taught. One could choose to attend lectures given by Great Star level martial artists or opt for those taught by Fourteen-Star martial artists.

Self-awareness was crucial for a martial artist. If one didn't understand their own capabilities and naively believed that only listening to the strongest lectures would lead to improvement, the result would often be counterproductive.

With a Fourteen-Star martial artist teaching, Qin Fen was certain this person must possess some unique insights.

Wearing his martial uniform, Qin Fen stood before the mirror, slightly adjusting the fit across his shoulders. Participating in a Holy Martial Hall lecture for the first time, he felt a subtle nervousness, reminiscent of his student days.

He pushed the door open and stepped out, finding Xue Tian waiting downstairs, cradling his Iai sword with a smiling face. Huang Fengwan and others from the same floor were also waiting below early on.

"We're all from the same floor this term," Huang Fengwan said, drawing his blade slightly. "Let's go together."

A smile touched Qin Fen's face. Newcomers in unfamiliar places always felt a bit awkward, and Huang Fengwan and the others had clearly considered this. How could he refuse such kindness?

Leading the group, Huang Fengwan walked at the forefront. This was somewhat a rule of the Holy Martial Hall; each floor had a designated 'Floor Leader,' and Huang Fengwan, being the most senior in qualification, having decent strength, and being well-liked, naturally became the leader of the Blade Order Floor.

The Holy Martial Hall was vast, much larger than rumors suggested, with towering high-rises dotting the island everywhere. However, the Martial Lecture Hall was not situated within these skyscrapers but in an open area, completely exposed to the elements, lacking any sheltering equipment or comfortable seating—only simple tree stumps for everyone. Everything looked so natural.

This was a Martial Lecture Hall of the Martial Discussion Division? Qin Fen surveyed the grounds, noticing many people had already arrived. The seats in the very front row were empty, but the rest of the area had quite a few people already seated.

"Qin Fen, over here," Huang Fengwan called out, walking toward the tree stumps in the last few rows of the Martial Lecture Hall and waving. "Here."

Qin Fen remained standing. He glanced at the waving Huang Fengwan, then at the front row seats. Although everyone's strength was considerable, and they could hear clearly from any spot, sitting in the front row allowed one to observe the lecturer's expression, gaining considerable inspiration from their demeanor. Why sit in the back?

Huang Fengwan hurried forward, reaching Qin Fen and tugging his sleeve. "Let's go. The front is reserved territory already occupied by Inner Holy Martial Hall members. Even though your strength is significant... there's no need to challenge them head-on..." The slightly noisy lecture hall suddenly quieted. All eyes focused on the figures sitting on the tree stumps in the first row.

Xue Tian sat in the first row as if no one else existed, and Kai Bao casually took a spot on a tree stump right next to him. Kaichen Brooks sat immediately to Caesar's left... In an instant, all the young martial artists in Qin Fen's small group, save for himself, had smoothly taken seats in the very front row.

"Old Qin, over here! Huang Fengwan, this way, this way!" Xue Tian called back repeatedly, waving his hand. "Great seats! Everyone come over!"

Xue Tian's loud voice echoed through the silent Martial Lecture Hall.

Those in other positions stared blankly at Xue Tian, their minds beginning to wonder if these newcomers had lost their senses? Their attire clearly marked them as Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artists; how could they casually occupy the front row?

Although the Holy Martial Hall had no explicit rule stating the front row belonged exclusively to Inner Holy Martial Hall members, in this place where fist-strength reigned supreme, the front seats naturally belonged to the Inner Holy Martial Hall personnel.

For the privilege of sitting in the front row, martial artists of past generations in the Holy Martial Hall had almost always engaged in struggles, eventually leading to the strongest Inner Holy Martial Hall members firmly dominating the first few rows. This had become an unspoken rule. Today, new arrivals dared to break the convention? Had they not been baptized in the glorious tradition?

"Who allowed you to sit there?" In the silent Martial Lecture Hall, a voice filled with discontent yet soul-shakingly imposing suddenly rang out. People habitually followed the sound. Twenty-odd figures, dressed in martial uniforms trimmed with gold thread, marched in with synchronized steps.

The young man leading the group had close-cropped hair; his build was not imposing but undeniably sleek. He held a pitch-black iron fan, which added a touch of refined scholarly air, though his innate arrogance was still palpable.

He moved with powerful strides, an air of arrogance mingled with confidence, radiating an indescribable sense of self-satisfaction. The iron fan opened and closed continuously, its metal-on-metal friction emitting a constant metallic chime, sounding to the ear like the clamor of ancient battlefields with armored troops and clashing horses.

Inner Holy Martial Hall martial uniform!

The martial artists already seated on the tree stumps frowned slightly and instinctively shifted aside, instinctively making way for the passing Inner Holy Martial Hall members.

"This person is Samatin Feng, a martial artist from the state of Italy," Huang Fengwan whispered.

"He entered the Inner Holy Martial Hall just three months ago and has already broken through to the rank of a Nine-Star martial artist, making him quite formidable among the newcomers. I heard his brother arrived a few years before him, already completing Blood Renewal Rebirth into True Innate, reaching the Ten-Star level. Because of his brother, he also became a disciple of the Fourteen-Star martial artist, Leikeding."

"Oh," Qin Fen replied, his gaze not lingering on Samatin Feng for more than a moment before shifting to the group of Inner Holy Martial Hall martial artists behind him.

Among the twenty-odd people, one figure was exceptionally tall, his dark skin contrasting sharply with his imposing, domineering presence.

Zeus Mark! Qin Fen was surprised to encounter an old acquaintance from the Rookie Competition here. Remus Mark, who had fought Du Peng to the death and defeated him, had actually come to the Holy Martial Hall and joined the Inner Holy Martial Hall.

"Oh?" Qin Fen's eyes lit up again. There was another familiar face next to Zeus Mark—Alice, the sexy African beauty he had fought against during the group battles in the Rookie Competition.

"Old Qin, over here, this way!" Xue Tian continued to beckon Qin Fen, seemingly deaf to the provocation. "This spot is quite good!"

Samatin Feng's iron fan trembled slightly, and his gaze, sharp with warning and challenge, shot toward Qin Fen like an arrow.

At this moment, though Samatin Feng had uttered no words, everyone present understood the message conveyed by that look: If you dare step forward, prepare to end up in the hospital.

In the Holy Martial Hall, sparring among peers was too common an occurrence. If one refused a challenge, the opponent might resort to even more insulting actions, resulting in the reputation of lacking the courage to fight for fear of injury, which even the lecturers would look down upon—a serious problem.

Noticing Samatin Feng's warning gaze, Qin Fen's eyebrow twitched, and he turned his head to look elsewhere, surveying the other seats, deliberately avoiding meeting Samatin Feng's eyes.

"Hmph," Samatin Feng let out a cold laugh, inwardly pleased. So, a soft spine, unable even to meet a challenging glare.

Qin Fen’s face showed caution as he examined a martial artist seated in the back row. He was clearly wearing the basic uniform of the Outer Holy Martial Hall, and his strength, at first glance, seemed ordinary. Yet, he subtly projected an inexplicable sense of threat.

Strange, truly strange.

Qin Fen shook his head repeatedly. This person wore an entirely black martial uniform, his long black hair neatly combed back. He was even more handsome than Lin Liqiang. His black eyes were deep, like an unfathomable pool.

He rested one hand on his chin, staring at Qin Fen with keen interest. A strange smile seemed to play on his lips. Outwardly, he appeared to be in his early twenties.

Qin Fen stared at the unfamiliar young man for several seconds, and the Zhenqi within his body involuntarily began to flow slowly. There was no killing intent or hostility in the gaze, yet why did looking at him evoke such an inexplicable sense of danger? It was as if the young man sitting nearby was not a seemingly harmless individual, but a primordial beast?

Is he really only at the peak of Eight-Star strength? For the second time since entering the Holy Martial Hall, Qin Fen could not affirm the man's true power. The first time was Ashura Feng Hua Dan Yun.

Qin Fen shook his head lightly once more. The Holy Martial Hall truly seemed like a place where crouching tigers hid dragons. In just two days, two figures whose depths he couldn't gauge had emerged.

Clang!

The iron fan unfolded again, the sound carrying a hint of provocation and fighting spirit.

Samatin Feng had already stepped in front of Xue Tian, glaring fixedly at the oblivious Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist who dared to steal a seat.

"Old Qin, over here, what should we do..." Xue Tian continued to beckon and call out.

Qin Fen glanced at Huang Fengwan's troubled face beside him, then at the other peers who had come to attend the lecture. Apart from a few who looked on with schadenfreude, most looked at Xue Tian with sympathetic pity—the feeling of 'when the rabbit dies, the fox grieves'—while several others directed looks of hostility toward Samatin Feng.

They dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Qin Fen raised his hand, patted Huang Fengwan's shoulder, turned, and strode toward Xue Tian. Since the seating was open, first come, first served naturally applied. By what right should these seats belong exclusively to the Inner Holy Martial Hall? If the rule was based on strength, then they had every right to claim them.

Huang Fengwan sighed repeatedly. Samatin Feng's strength was certainly inferior to Qin Fen's group, but Samatin Feng had a brother who was also a martial artist who had completed Blood Renewal Rebirth into True Innate. Furthermore, rumor had it that the brother had reached Twelve-Star long ago, and his current rank was unknown, possibly higher. If a real fight broke out, Qin Fen and his group would have no chance of winning.

"Alas!" Huang Fengwan sighed, hurrying after Qin Fen, perhaps hoping to interject a few words to mediate. "Mark?"

Brooks, sitting on his stump, looked up in surprise at his comrade from the Rookie Competition, a hint of joy at meeting an old friend on the battlefield flickering across his face.

"Kaichen?" Mark was stunned upon seeing Brooks, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. How was Kaichen, who had stood out during the Rookie Competition, now merely an Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist? Had his progress stalled?

Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist—Mark never dreamed Brooks would join the Holy Martial Hall this way.

"Inner Holy Martial Hall?" Brooks pushed back the hat obscuring half his face and smiled approvingly. "Not bad." Mark's broad face broke into a smug smile. After recovering from his battle with Du Peng, his strength had grown considerably. He had immediately come to the Holy Martial Hall and applied to join the Inner Holy Martial Hall at the entrance; he hadn't expected to be accepted, becoming one of the strongest members.

"Hey? Isn't this the sexy beauty?" Xue Tian's gaze swept past Samatin Feng, locking onto Alice, whom he had met during the Rookie Competition. "Hello! Do you remember me? You asked if I was a man that day."

Alice nodded, her eyes showing more confusion. Xue Tian, an Eight-Star martial artist during the Rookie Competition, was now an Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist? Had his growth been hampered by a lack of martial spirit, causing his progress to stop?

In those brief seconds, Mark looked at Brooks, his expression changing several times, his large head shaking repeatedly. He genuinely hadn't expected his competitor from the Rookie Competition to have fallen to the level of an Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist today. "Alas!" Mark let out a soft sigh. Although he knew the path of martial arts was cruel, often opponents of equal strength days ago would be vastly separated later on, seeing a near-equal competitor from that time left far behind truly brought a sense of melancholy.

"Little Mark," Samatin Feng's peripheral vision shot a sharp, fierce glare, his tone laced with high-pressure coercion. "What? Do you know these people?" Mark snapped to attention, looking toward Samatin Feng not far away. He internally reminded himself: Right! Times have changed! Brooks, Solomon, and the others have been left far behind. This is no time for nostalgia! The current goal is to surpass Samatin Feng!

"Yes, I know them," Mark said, sweeping a pitying glance over Brooks, Solomon, and Caesar. "They are all my acquaintances."

Alice stepped out from the crowd and spoke with earnest sincerity, "You all should really find somewhere else... this isn't where you belong." Having been there for several months, Alice understood clearly what arriving earlier meant for newcomers in the Holy Martial Hall; it could create a world of difference between people of similar initial strength in an instant. By now, Alice was confident she could defeat Qin Fen if they fought, let alone the others.

"Find another place?" Xue Tian looked up at Alice. "Didn't they say seating was free? I got here first, so I naturally grabbed the good spots. You came late, so you should sit further back."

Caesar nodded slightly. When would an emperor give up his seat for someone else?

Clang! The iron fan was suddenly closed. The sound sent a jolt through the onlookers, like a war horn blasting. The intense anger and fighting intent needed no verbal explanation.

"Wait a moment!" Mark flashed forward, sliding in front of Samatin Feng, his expression pleading. "For my sake, wait a moment, let me say this one more time."

"Your sake?" Samatin Feng laughed loudly, looking up at the sky. "Your sake? Mark, when did you ever have any influence? Do I need to consider your face? Do these Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artists who don't know the rules really think they are hot stuff just because they entered the Holy Martial Hall? It seems the elders of the Inner Holy Martial Hall haven't disciplined them in a long time, making these Outer Sanctum members forget how powerful we Inner Holy Martial Hall members are!"

"Hu Jin, what's wrong with you?"

From a corner of the venue, several martial artists of the Outer Holy Martial Hall Equity type looked questioningly at the young, white-robed martial artist who had just joined yesterday.

"Nothing," Hu Jin lightly shook his head, his eyes fixed on Qin Fen. "Those Inner Holy Martial Hall members are about to have bad luck."

"Inner Holy Martial Hall is going to have bad luck? Hu Jin, are you sure? Although your strength is good, but..."

"Believe me," Hu Jin looked at his companion seriously. "This batch of Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational members is completely different from what you've heard. They are all monsters. Look, the strongest monster is walking over."

The strongest monster—the several Equity type Outer Holy Martial Hall martial artists looked curiously in the direction Hu Jin pointed, seeing Qin Fen arrive behind Xue Tian.

"Qin Fen?" Alice's eyes shone with unbelievable shock. This ultimate fighting king from the Rookie Competition, after joining the Holy Martial Hall, was actually only assigned to the Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational type? Had his surge ended so quickly? Did he have no potential left?

"Hello, long time no see," Qin Fen politely nodded to Alice and Mark. He then quietly sat down next to Xue Tian.

Whoosh... A wave of murmuring swept through the young martial artists who had come to listen. They watched Qin Fen sit down calmly even under the blade-like scrutiny of the crowd. This spirit, this backbone, could only be described as 'gutsy'—no other word seemed adequate to praise it.

The rule that the front rows belonged to the Inner Holy Martial Hall had not been challenged by anyone for a long time. Although the crowd didn't favor Qin Fen's group, they still secretly admired their spirit.

"Oh?" A curious sound came from the lecture platform. Everyone then realized that the day's lecturer, Ren Tiansheng, was already standing there.

Standing two meters tall, with a burly physique, thick eyebrows, and large eyes, his rough and fierce appearance immediately commanded respect. Such a build was indeed perfect material for cultivating Xumi Strength. However, it was unclear if his physique led him to practice Xumi Strength, or if practicing Xumi Strength gave him such a physique. Ren Tiansheng's eyes, as large as bronze bells, also shone with indescribable delight. It had been a very, very long time since he had seen such a 'gutsy' newcomer.

In the past, martial artists attending lectures, in order to fight for the front-row seats, the Equity and Foundational types of the Outer Holy Martial Hall had united to fight the Inner Holy Martial Hall members—this had happened more than once or twice. With repeated conflicts, the Inner Holy Martial Hall members eventually prevailed, bringing an end to the struggle for those seats.

The front row? Ren Tiansheng understood well that this was a position specifically established by the Holy Martial Hall to motivate the three different contract martial artist types to compete, aiming to foster mutual progress through fierce contests. However, the Inner Holy Martial Hall's consistent victories had led the other two contract types to become accustomed to the Inner Holy Martial Hall occupying the front row by default.

Excellent! Very good! Ren Tiansheng cast an appreciative gaze toward Qin Fen, who sat as steady as Mount Tai. This group of youngsters was not only fiercely determined but also possessed excellent spirit. Especially the one in the middle—every move exuded a sense of grandeur.

Qin Fen turned his head to look at the strange young man in the distance. Being stared at from behind made him feel uneasy for the first time.

When their eyes met, Qin Fen could only perceive admiration in the gaze directed at him.

Huang Fengwan hurried to catch up, saying urgently, "Samatin Feng..."

"Shut up!" Samatin Feng's cold shout cracked like a sudden thunderclap, abruptly cutting off Huang Fengwan's words. His gaze, sharp as a blade, forcibly halted Huang Fengwan in his tracks. Samatin Feng looked at Huang Fengwan's awkward stance—standing frozen—with deep satisfaction. A single word and a single look from him had made the leader of a floor in the Outer Holy Martial Hall Equity type stand obediently in place. It seemed his efforts in cultivating his imposing aura had not been in vain.

"Where do you get off speaking here?" Samatin Feng raised his arm and pointed toward the field exit. "These people are yours, aren't they? Take them and get out. You cannot listen to the lecture here today."

Mark sighed and stepped aside. Samatin Feng's strength was indeed formidable; he was usually obeyed without question. Today, these Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artists had so blatantly ignored his presence and dared to seize seats; if he didn't demonstrate his power, where would the dignity of the Inner Holy Martial Hall stand?

Get out? Qin Fen's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly... He looked up toward the platform, his gaze meeting Samatin Feng's chest, and said in an utterly flat tone, "Please move aside, you are blocking my view."

The calm tone, even using the word 'please,' sounded polite, yet Samatin Feng perceived it as an ultimate provocation.

The surrounding young martial artists erupted in an even louder clamor. Those words were spoken without subservience or arrogance—truly gutsy!

Alice instinctively took a small step back, moving her body half a foot to the side. After performing these actions, she suddenly startled herself. What was she doing? Why, at a single word from Qin Fen, an Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist, had she actually given way?

What was this? Alice stared suspiciously at Qin Fen. This man, since his appearance, had been consistently composed. He was clearly just an Outer Holy Martial Hall foundational martial artist! Could the martial arts battles during the Rookie Competition have left a psychological shadow on her?

"What did you say?" Samatin Feng suspected his hearing had failed him. He looked down upon Qin Fen from above. "Say what you just said again. I didn't hear clearly."

"Please move aside. You are blocking my view."

The voice, neither subservient nor arrogant, sounded once more, and the roar of the surrounding martial artists surged like a tidal wave. This newcomer, appearing from nowhere, possessed incredible audacity! The warriors from the Inner Sage Martial Hall demanded he repeat himself, and he actually dared to do so!

Such a dismissive reply was tantamount to slapping the faces of the Inner Sage Martial Hall disciples. In an instant, murderous intent flared within the twenty-odd, initially so proud, disciples.

“You… are courting death!” The group of twenty-odd roared in unison, their bodies flickering almost invisibly. Dust billowed up from the ground as if a sandstorm had suddenly erupted! The Battle Hall was filled with soaring intent. Samarting Feng flicked his iron fan, sending arcs of blue lightning scattering—the new martial art, Blue Lightning Force!

The younger martial artists watching from slightly closer felt the ground tremble repeatedly. A mighty gust of wind slapped their faces, the sheer oppressive aura making their chests feel constricted, as if the air in their lungs was suddenly insufficient.

The twenty young disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall exploded in fury simultaneously—what fierce momentum! Several nearby young spectators were caught in the backlash of this aura, forced to retreat repeatedly, fearing they would be locked down by the pressure and suffer collateral damage.

The younger martial artists farther away exchanged worried glances. If even those on the periphery found this aura so hard to resist, how could those at the center possibly withstand it?

Practicing martial arts was not a banquet, nor was it child’s play.

The twenty-odd Inner Sage Martial Hall disciples unleashed their inner Zhenqi bursts. Naturally, they wouldn't stand still merely showing off their energy. They craved a fight! Only by sending all these provocateurs to the hospital could they make everyone understand that the authority of the Inner Sage Martial Hall was unchallengeable.

A flash of thought, as quick as a shooting star, crossed everyone’s minds. The twenty-odd Sage Martial Hall disciples unfolded their unique movement techniques and martial arts, surging forward at high speed!

It’s over! The distant onlookers couldn't bear to close their eyes. In that very instant, Qin Fen, still seated motionlessly on the wooden post, snapped his eyes wide open!

Crack!

A thunderous, brilliant light exploded out of thin air in the minds of the Inner Sage Martial Hall warriors! The clear sky seemed to truly emit a lightning strike! The twenty-odd disciples who had just begun to move froze simultaneously, their bodies rigid as if struck by a powerful current of electricity, standing stock-still!

What… what is happening? Samarting Feng felt his body stiffen like stone. Cold sweat poured uncontrollably from his pores. His limbs trembled violently, as if he had been afflicted with Parkinson’s syndrome, completely beyond his control.

What on earth is going on? Samarting Feng realized he couldn't even move his eyeballs at this moment. He looked exactly like someone hit by a legendary immobilization spell. Though his mind still yearned to step forward and challenge Qin Fen, his body refused to obey, locked in place, utterly unable to make the slightest movement.

Thump-thump-thump-thump

Samarting Feng could clearly feel his heart hammering at a rate of three hundred beats per minute. Even his internal organs felt completely detached from his will at this moment.

The condition of the other young disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall was no better than Samarting Feng’s. The sweat seeping from their bodies instantly turned them into drenched wretches.

Hardly anyone understood what had just happened. Why had their bodies suddenly become completely disobedient, incapable of even shifting half a step forward?

Brilliant light erupted, and Ren Tiansheng’s hairs stood on end simultaneously. His spine rippled beneath his clothes like a great dragon, and the Zhenqi within him churned instinctively at high speed.

This is… Ren Tiansheng watched Qin Fen warily through the crowd. In that single instant, the aura that this young man emitted! It was incredibly potent! Even a four-star martial artist might not achieve such a level so easily.

Ren Tiansheng quickly relaxed his body and aura, his eyes still fixed on Qin Fen with confusion and awe. That moment was far more than a mere clash of auras; it was the impact of this person fusing his Martial Way with his aura! Only such an overwhelming pressure could pin down twenty young disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall, leaving them utterly paralyzed with just a glance!

Perhaps their minds were untouched, but their physical instincts recognized the danger! One look had commanded their instincts to seize control of their bodies.

That’s right! Ren Tiansheng nodded repeatedly. This group of young disciples from the Inner Sage Martial Hall might not even realize how powerful their opponent was, but their bodies certainly did.

Terrifying! Too terrifying! Ren Tiansheng nodded like he was pounding garlic. If it were me, perhaps my aura could instill enough fear to make them retreat, but that’s just the initial stage of an aura. A truly formidable aura should be exactly like what this kid just displayed!

Ren Tiansheng drew a long, deep breath. Such innate talent—an unparalleled genius! A prospect this brilliant is rarely seen in a millennium! I must take him as a disciple! I absolutely must take him as a disciple!

A group of young martial artists nearby stared blankly at the bizarre scene. The twenty-odd disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall stood frozen like statues. Only their hair, regardless of length, was standing straight up, as if they had all been struck by lightning.

Caesar quickly scanned Qin Fen up and down. What did this kid just do? Why did I feel an inexplicable dread for a split second? What exactly did he do? He’s too strong! In the surveillance room, Bai Sheng exclaimed with admiration. Gao Yuan, standing beside him, nodded repeatedly in shock. Even watching through the monitors, Qin Fen’s momentary aura stunned him, causing his Zhenqi to spin instinctively as if facing a great enemy. Remember, this young man is only a Star Martial Artist, yet his aura could make fourteen-star martial artists wary! “More than that! Not just wariness!” Gao Yuan quickly dismissed his initial assessment. “I am inferior to him. In terms of pure aura, I am inferior to him.”

Di Shi Tian Ya Qi Ya’s face was sterner than it had ever been. Qin Fen’s performance yesterday had earned his appreciation, but today’s display was entirely different.

One look had managed to paralyze twenty-odd disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall. Even a four-star martial artist might not achieve that. Yet, a ten-star martial artist had done it with apparent ease.

Ferrero’s face, however, held a joy unlike any seen before. Yesterday’s performance by Yang Lie had allowed them to estimate Qin Fen’s strength, but now it seemed that calculation had been entirely overturned—Qin Fen was far more ferocious than anyone had guessed!

The other sectional leaders sank into collective silence. Yesterday, learning that Qin Fen could create his own powerful fist techniques was already astonishingly terrifying. Today, Qin Fen, with his very first “move,” used actual action to tell everyone that their previous estimations had not been accurate enough.

“Make way.”

Qin Fen’s calm, leisurely voice drifted into the ears of everyone present. The young martial artists watching witnessed a scene they would never forget!

The disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall, led by Samarting Feng, actually backed away stiffly to either side.

What… what is going on? The young onlookers exchanged bewildered glances. The man sitting on the wooden post had spoken three casual words, and those arrogant disciples of the Inner Sage Martial Hall had actually cleared a path?

Ren Tiansheng, standing on the podium, subconsciously took half a step back. He looked at Qin Fen on the post with profound confusion. What kind of martial path had this young man cultivated to fuse his aura and Martial Way in such a manner, releasing a specialized pressure that immobilized these men? If his martial path weren't so overwhelmingly dominant, he probably couldn’t have immobilized them!

Qin Fen turned his head to look at Huang Feng Wan, then turned back toward the warriors from the Wei Hao Tower sitting in the back row. He raised his hand in a light wave, his tone as placid as ever: “There’s space here, come sit over here.”

I’ve used up a whole pack of tissues; my nose is practically rubbed raw.

I really like this chapter. There will be more chapters tonight; I’m getting into the exciting parts. Even though I’m seriously ill, I’m writing with high spirits!

I’m going to eat, take my medicine, get cupped, and try some folk remedies—then we’ll continue the excitement!