Many were still reeling from the bizarre scene that had just unfolded. The young martial artists from Building 122 were still debating whether they dared step forward to attend the lecture.

The front rows were traditionally reserved for the Inner Sacred Martial Hall; this unwritten rule had been in place for so long that when the first row was occupied by someone not from the Inner Hall, the other martial artists felt distinctly unsettled.

Huang Fengwan glanced at Qin Fen, then at his peers to the left, nodding helplessly. How could he retreat in the face of so many watching eyes?

Seeing their leader acquiesce, the martial artists from Building [Number Missing in original, assumed to be '122'] rose in unison and, under the scrutiny of the crowd, walked toward the front row seats.

The front row! It had always been the territory of the Inner Sacred Martial Hall.

At that moment, an inexpressible surge of excitement flooded the hearts of the Building 122 martial artists. Under everyone’s gaze, their spines straightened involuntarily, and even the swing of their arms as they walked possessed more vigor than before.

The blood in their bodies began to boil.

Samatin Feng stood stunned to the side, watching his own limbs with confusion as they retreated completely against his will. To shrink away under the gaze of so many people—what a humiliation!

The undefeated Inner Sacred Martial Hall had been driven back by a single statement from a foundational martial artist of the Outer Sacred Martial Hall. This was a disgrace to the entire Inner Hall.

As Samatin Feng watched the Outer Sacred Martial Hall martial artists from Building [Number Missing] approach, the inexplicable rage that had been suddenly extinguished in his chest reignited! The iron fan in his hand once again sparked with visible blue electrical energy, the crackling arcs sounding like dry kindling catching fire.

Huang Fengwan watched Samatin Feng warily, quickening his pace toward Qin Fen.

One step… two steps… three steps… Samatin Feng’s muscles suddenly bulged, blue sparks swirling around his body, his eyes flashing with electric blue fire. “Insolent!”

As the shout erupted, Samatin Feng flicked his iron fan open. His body, regaining control, coiled like a drawn bow—a taut arrow ready to fly. The fan swept open with a swish, spreading like a peacock’s tail, aimed directly at Huang Fengwan’s nape!

The Peacock Spreads Its Tail technique in swordsmanship, deployed from a fan, opened with terrifying speed and covered a wider area. No matter if Huang Fengwan dodged left or right, up or down, he would be enveloped.

The mysterious loss of bodily control had cost Samatin Feng his dignity. This strike was launched with his full power to reclaim his face. As the fan opened, its surface was instantly overlaid with a web of blue electricity.

The swish of the strike cut the air, producing a metallic ringing that yanked the audience’s senses back to the tumultuous age of ancient battlefields, where metal clashed against metal.

The martial artists of Building [Number Missing] didn't even have time to shout a warning to Huang Fengwan before they saw Samatin Feng’s fan strike behind him!

Mark stared at Samatin Feng’s move, secretly marveling. This man certainly possessed strength. Samatin Feng’s Blue Electric Jing ability surpassed his own, and his physical strikes had reached a new level. The fan seemed almost sentient; every rib on the fan vibrated with the momentum of the strike.

It looked as if the fan was moving Samatin Feng, rather than the other way around.

So fast! Huang Fengwan thought, his feet, already prepared, pushing hard against the ground as he rapidly retreated. Against this fan attack, evasion in any direction was impossible, and his Nine-Star Blue Electric Jing was no match for an Eight-Star martial artist. If he were electrocuted on contact, the momentary paralysis would create a fatal opening.

Retreat was the only option, and the best one.

Huang Fengwan backed away quickly, but Samatin Feng’s pursuit was even faster. The edge of the fan rapidly closed the distance, shrinking from three meters to a single meter in the blink of an eye.

It’s over! Huang Fengwan sighed internally as the fan flashed before his eyes; the disparity in strength was too great.

The martial artists of Building [Number Missing] squeezed their eyes shut, unable to bear watching their comrade fall beneath the iron fan.

Qin Fen raised his arm backward without turning his head and snatched out. His five fingers instantly swelled as if inflated, becoming as thick as small carrots, flying past Huang Fengwan’s cheek.

Clang!

The fanned-out weapon suddenly snapped shut with a crisp, metallic collision! Samatin Feng felt a searing heat bloom in his palm gripping the iron fan, as if he were clutching a red-hot branding iron instead of metal ribs.

“Sma…ll…rod…”

Several different metallic impacts rang out in quick succession. Qin Fen, without turning, gripped the fan and forcibly collapsed the fanned-out weapon. As his wrist rotated, his fingers twisted back and forth along the fan’s structure. Finally, he spread his fingers, clenched the fan, and yanked inward!

Ren Tiansheng sucked in a sharp breath again and again. In that flash of lightning, he watched a single hand crush an energized iron fan into utterly useless scrap metal. Beautiful!

With Qin Feng’s pull, Samatin Feng’s feet instantly slipped. He felt as if he were being dragged forward by a speeding train, unable to resist the force.

“Let go!” Samatin Feng decided instantly. He spread his fingers, freeing the fan from the grip, and tried to correct his forward slide. But the large hand that had just grasped the fan lunged out and seized his wrist.

Before Samatin could complete any counter-attack, defense, or dodge, Qin Fen’s grip clamped down on his wrist. Simultaneously, Qin Fen violently shook his arm! Samatin Feng immediately felt a surging, tidal wave of power rush into his body. (PC Reading ^ . 1 ^ 6 xs . Cm)

It all happened so fast that Samatin Feng couldn't react. He only heard a continuous, cracking sound of separating bones throughout his body, accompanied by unbearable pain emanating from over a hundred points on his frame.

Samatin Feng, moments ago brimming with killing intent, suddenly looked like a soft leather snake. Following the tremor of Qin Fen’s arm, his entire body vibrated in the air—Ka… Ka… The iron fan clattered to the ground as Samatin Feng’s body crashed heavily onto the floor, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

“What… what is this?” Samatin Feng tried to rise but found a moan rising from every part of his body in agony!

Dislocating tendons and fracturing bones! A term from the ancient Orient flashed quickly through Samatin Feng’s mind. He strained the only mobile bone structure he had—his face—and stared blankly at Qin Fen’s retreating back.

Ren Tiansheng’s inhaled cool air doubled. His eyes, filled with shock, fixed on Qin Fen.

Dislocating tendons and fracturing bones! That was exactly what had happened. Yet, this young man had only briefly touched Samatin Feng’s wrist, only given a sudden shake of his arm, and had managed to violently disrupt every joint and bone in his entire body, achieving the Dislocating Tendons and Fracturing Bones technique.

What terrifying skill. What precise calculation! Sending the shockwave energy into the opponent’s body, striking every nodal point with precision—just shaking the joints apart, not shattering them!

Ren Tiansheng swallowed several times. While he might have been faster than that young man in simply defeating Samatin Feng, achieving this feat of using shockwaves to completely scatter a person’s skeletal structure was something he truly could not do.

Dislocating Tendons and Fracturing Bones… Ren Tiansheng was confident he could touch one of Samatin Feng’s joints and dislocate it, but he certainly couldn't grip one part of the body and shake the entire person apart like this.

Strong! Too strong! If he could take such a person as a disciple… X?!Xiao 5 Shuo 5 Wang 5 Shou &qu; Fa… No! Ren Tiansheng shook his head repeatedly.

Judging by the young man's technique and aura, he only lacked a higher Star Rank. This was not someone he could recruit as a disciple; he would have to seek equal exchange… Equal exchange… Ren Tiansheng looked at Qin Fen, feeling uncertain. Could he truly engage this young man in an equal martial arts discussion? He was so young, perhaps he could? Surely he wouldn't expect a Fourteen-Star martial artist like himself to ask instruction from a Ten-Star martial artist?

While Ren Tiansheng, an expert, understood the nuance, the relatively lay audience—the young martial artists of the Inner Sacred Martial Hall and the other onlookers—were simply dumbfounded.

Instant victory? No! Faster than instant! They first glanced at the iron fan on the ground; it no longer resembled a fan at all, looking more like a twisted piece of scrap metal.

Then they looked at Samatin Feng, the leading figure of the new generation of the Inner Sacred Martial Hall, now lying on the ground in agony, unable to move.

The young martial artists couldn't accurately comprehend what had just happened to cause Samatin Feng’s bones to scatter instantly, leaving him collapsed. Their fear of this unknown grew deeper, and all their astonished gazes focused on Qin Fen.

What exactly happened just now? Mark asked himself. He looked at Alice beside him, only to find that his companion from the recruit competition was equally clueless about the events.

Mark stared blankly at Qin Fen. Was this man truly that powerful? Facing the Nine-Star martial artist Samatin Feng, he hadn't even bothered to look directly at him, casually grabbing and destroying the fan, and with a casual motion, scattering every joint in the man’s body? Defeating Samatin Feng looked easier than crushing a small chick… Mark shifted his gaze to Brooks and the others—the competitors from the recruit competition—and saw not a single flicker of shock on their faces regarding Qin Fen’s performance.

Did they… Mark subconsciously took half a step back, shouting internally, This is impossible! He had worked so hard! Cultivating diligently in the Inner Sacred Martial Hall, he thought he had surpassed his old rivals.

Yet, the result of their reunion was that he had been thoroughly left behind by the very competitor he was chasing.

Samatin Feng stared blankly at Qin Fen. The already broad silhouette suddenly loomed immense, towering before him. It was no longer just the back of a man, but a thousand-foot sheer cliff, a ten-thousand-foot majestic peak!

Qin Fen raised his hand and patted a nearby tree stump. “Huang Fengwan, sit here.”

The martial artists from Building [Number Missing] gradually moved to the front row and sat down. The young martial artists of the Inner Sacred Martial Hall hesitated, glanced at Qin Fen, and then, with visible resentment, gave up.

Martial artists capable of entering the Inner Sacred Martial Hall possessed basic insight; they understood the immense gulf in strength displayed in that single instant. Going up would only result in self-humiliation.

“Outer Sacred Martial Hall people! The Inner Sacred Martial Hall will not let this matter rest! Let’s go!” This chapter was manually typed by a netizen from Xiaoshuowu.