The small room held four young martial artists whose eyes shone like stars. "Unyielding fighting spirit, brother! True feelings and camaraderie—brothers are brothers. On the battlefield, they can take a blade, a punch, or even bullets and cannon fire for you. But when it comes to the ranking of the strongest within the small group, everyone still considers it immensely important."

Yang Lie's sudden fortuitous encounter sent a powerful sense of crisis through them all. No one wanted to fall further behind after entering the Sacred Martial Hall. Especially since Qin Fen was already ahead; if the gap widened further, it would severely impact one's Martial Dao Heart.

"...with a hint of hesitation surfacing: 'To be honest, to secure the position of a Division Head in a place like the Sacred Martial Hall, one's strength must already be formidable, and their martial foundation incredibly solid. There's no way I can compare to them right now.'"

The others nodded slightly. Even if Qin Fen didn't say it, they were all acutely aware of this fact. But for the moment, besides seeking a special consultation with Qin Fen, they had no other recourse.

"Since she can be called the Training Maniac, she must have rich experience and unique insights on how to ignite a martial artist's latent power." Qin Fen frowned deeply and spoke seriously, "I can't even compare to her in this regard."

"It can be said that purely in terms of special training effects, I am currently unable to match her."

Caesar sighed softly; this answer was not surprising. No matter how profound Qin Fen's foundation was, given his age, he couldn't possibly compare to a Division Head of the Sacred Martial Hall.

"Let's try," Brooks pressed both hands on the table. "Trying our best is already a good thing, isn't it?"

"Exactly, let's try." Xue Tian picked up a high-level martial arts experience notebook from the bógu jià beside the sofa and casually flipped through it. "This is also a form of contest, isn't it?"

A contest? Qin Fen heartily agreed. In truth, comparing martial artists with similar aptitudes was indeed a contest. When his own strength wasn't enough to contend with a Division Head, devising painstaking training plans was also a challenge and an elevation for himself.

Creating training plans required more than just writing down how many miles to run daily or how long to spar. It demanded pulling out every hidden trick one possessed, analyzing each individual's unique characteristics, and arranging systematic training.

In this way, it was actually a test of mental power—a contest with the Division Head, minus the physical struggle.

Lose? Qin Fen shrugged. Losing to a Division Head was no disgrace, nor would it shatter his Martial Dao Heart. On the contrary, this secret struggle could provide intense stimulation, counting as a rare, great cultivation experience in life.

Caesar looked at Qin Fen. "How about it? What else is there?" Qin Fen straightened his spine, fighting intent emanating from his eyes and prickling his hairs outward. "I want to try too!"

Try? The four young martial artists exchanged knowing smiles. Trying might not mean defeat. Even if they truly lost this time, they had to keep the gap between the two sides within a manageable range for pursuit. They absolutely could not allow Yang Lie to become like Qin Fen, establishing an insurmountable lead.

"Come, I don't want to interfere with your internal cultivation. Because I can't guarantee whether this will harm you or help you."

"Interfere with internal cultivation?"

The four young martial artists quickly exchanged bewildered glances. Qin Fen had led them to rapid progress in the Martial Dao lately, but that was mostly breakthroughs in fist techniques, martial intent, or bursts during certain special periods, like rebirth into a True Innate state.

Internal cultivation? Even their instructing masters found it difficult to assist with this; it was almost impossible for anyone to interfere with it.

"Yes, interfere with internal cultivation." Qin Fen's expression carried a rare solemnity: "What I say next is extremely important for all of you. It might very well determine the lifelong trajectory of your martial path."

Seeing Qin Fen's grave expression, everyone grew more serious. Even Xue Tian, who had been reading the high-level martial arts notes, first set the notebook aside, showing a level of focus rarely seen. Something that made Qin Fen this tense was clearly no small matter.

"The situation is this," Qin Fen took a deep breath. "Whether you believe it or not, I possess an acute sensitivity to internal cultivation that ordinary people cannot match. I can modify any martial art, enhancing its essence—and that includes the profound techniques you practice."

The expressions of the young men instantly stiffened. Having lived with Qin Fen these past few days, they had grown somewhat accustomed to his strange and astonishing deeds. Things that would shock others, they could treat as normal. However, these words were astounding. It sounded like he could alter internal cultivation.

Internal cultivation is one of the most sacred parts of a martial artist. Just like their martial path, once embarked upon, it is incredibly difficult to change for life.

Switching to another martial path requires starting from scratch. Cultivating a new internal art requires discarding the original one, doesn't it?

Internal cultivation is the most taboo aspect of the Martial Dao. Even when a master teaches a disciple, they never dare suggest suddenly correcting the method of practicing the internal art.

"That's right, you guessed correctly," Qin Fen sighed and nodded. "Currently, I can synthesize the strengths of certain similar internal arts, optimizing and combining them to form new techniques—yet without causing rejection in the original cultivator."

The room fell silent instantly, stunned. Xue Tian, beside him, grinned and shook his head repeatedly. The reason martial arts masters are called masters is largely because they can combine the merits of two or more internal arts to create new ones. Whether the newly created art is superior to the original two is another matter.

Any martial artist who can fuse the merits of two or more internal arts, practice them without dying, and continue advancing in the Martial Dao is almost qualified to be called a Martial Arts Master.

As for Grandmasters, they can often fuse several martial arts together to create truly valuable techniques that surpass those of their predecessors.

Such creation usually needs to be initiated when the cultivator begins practicing. As for whether a Grandmaster can create new martial arts based on the original internal art midway through cultivation—that’s hard to say.

After all, Grandmaster-level martial artists are Divine Beast-level practitioners, capable of turning decay into magic. Whether they can modify martial arts mid-stream is known only to them.

"For example, taking Caesar as an example," Qin Fen said, counting on his fingers. "You practice the Nine Yang Divine Art, a path of extreme hardness and pure Yang. I can take the Nine Yang Divine Art as the main body and integrate the essence of the Haotian Art, Purple Cloud Art, One Yang Righteous Qi Formula, Pure Yang Limitless Art, Ten Dragons Sun Control Divine Skill, Purple Fire Ten Weapons Transformation, Great Sun Tathagata True Explanation, and other internal arts to create your exclusive Nine Yang Divine Art."

Caesar blinked his starlike eyes, his mind somewhat reeling. Any single one of these internal arts was a superior technique, and many were no less significant than the Nine Yang Divine Art. Simply listing so many internal arts wasn't easy—let alone fusing them...

"...for fusing the essence to create new martial arts, you don't need to doubt my capability," Qin Fen continued slowly, meeting their strange gazes. "However, I must caution you one thing: the internal art created by fusing the essence might be superior in theory, but its actual practice depends on whether it truly suits you. The more complex the fusion of essences, the harder it is to learn, practice, and master. Your progress speed after practicing might even be slower than your current pace; you must gauge this yourselves."

Xue Tian nodded lightly. Everyone in the room were discerning individuals, not novices who thought the more powerful the internal art, the higher their future achievements would be.

Suitability is key! The more formidable the internal art, the higher its demands—breaking through will likely be more troublesome, and practice equally more arduous.

Caesar was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked, "Old Qin, your Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill..."

Qin Fen gave a wry smile: "Unique."

A flash of realization crossed the eyes of the others. The strange physical transformations during its practice had never appeared in other cultivators of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. They had long held suspicions about this phenomenon, and today, it was finally confirmed.

Brooks followed up, "And your constant stagnation at the Ten-Star Warrior level—that must also be related to your uniqueness?"

Qin Fen shrugged. They were all insiders and people who would take a knife for each other; there was no need for lies.

"And your martial foundation?" Mora also voiced his suspicion.

"Him..."

Solomon nodded gently. Qin Fen's martial foundation derived more from his daily self-reflection, comprehension and research into the Martial Dao, and life-or-death battles. Even if the internal art allowed him broader perspectives, it only served to add icing to the cake regarding his foundation.

To put it plainly, besides having a foundational ultimate internal art, a martial artist’s self-comprehension, dedication, combat experience, and life events have an equally significant impact on their future martial realm.

Qin Fen had a good starting point, but the rest of his foundation and strength came from his rock-solid Martial Dao Heart, diligent study, and life-and-death combat.

Since this was the case, Caesar stopped exchanging glances with his companions. At this moment, it was time for him to make his own decision. If he couldn't grasp and decide his own future, how could he reach the peak of the Martial Dao?

"Qin Fen! Add everything you can! I want the strongest, most solid, pure Yang martial internal art! Whether I become a true Overlord Martial Emperor dominating the world or a defeated martial bandit in defeat—I accept it all!"

A majestic, imperial aura of dominance burst forth from Caesar's body. The moment he made his decision, his palm slammed heavily onto the table before him—like an ancient emperor issuing a decisive command to strike an invading enemy.

Smack! Crack!

Qin Fen stared at the disintegrated table beneath Caesar's palm, stunned for several seconds before saying,

"Move the table from your room over here, and you can take this one back."

Caesar looked wryly at his hand. How could he control his strength when his spirit surged to its peak while making the most significant decision of his life and bringing his palm down?

The Sacred Martial Hall regulations stated that all furniture in the rooms had a price, and damage required compensation. If one couldn't pay, the cost would be deducted from future living allowances. This coffee table was finely crafted, worth at least a thousand yuan. Caesar had just slapped away a sum that made Qin Fen’s heart ache, so he could only nod helplessly.

Mora, who had closed his eyes, suddenly snapped them open. His decisive gaze was like sharp blades. "I—"

"Wait a moment." Qin Fen raised his hand to stop Mora, whose momentum was soaring infinitely. He stood up, pulled the refrigerator within Mora's reach a short distance away, and then said, "You can speak now."

Mora's face, which always held a murderous look as if someone owed him tens of millions, changed, showing a rare bitter smile that appeared once in a hundred years. If Qin Fen hadn't stopped him beforehand, he really would have smashed the refrigerator with one palm strike.

"I have also decided to take a gamble."

Brooks adjusted his cap, the brim tapping his tongue as he spoke, "Not trying means you definitely won't win. My luck has always been good. Since meeting Qin Fen, my luck has been almost explosive. I don't believe my luck will turn bad now."

Solomon remained silent, but his sharp, falcon-like eyes conveyed everything. He was going to take a gamble too. "Old Qin, you don't need to look at me." Xue Tian picked up the high-level notebook again, saying, "For someone as diligent and hardworking as you, the internal art you create will surely be exhausting to practice. That stuff isn't for me. I already find my current one tiring and always want to simplify it, but I'm afraid my master will skin me alive if he finds out."

Qin Fen was not very surprised. Xue Tian's cultivation style was indeed different from the others. If you forced him to cultivate earnestly and tirelessly, he might truly degenerate into a third-rate martial artist. A super genius using a method unsuitable for him could become mediocre.

Looking at Xue Tian, Qin Fen couldn't help but admire the foresight of Xue Tian's master, who managed to teach according to aptitude, producing such an enviably talented eccentric.

"Since you all wish to gamble," Qin Fen felt a surge of ambition in his heart. "Very well, let's make a grand gamble."

Entering the room, Qin Fen took out paper and pen and began drawing and writing seriously. The young martial artists sat quietly nearby, not disturbing him. Xue Tian casually grabbed another martial arts notebook from the bógu jià—one by Bai Sheng—and tossed it to the four. No words were needed; the four gathered around and slowly flipped through the experience notes of a Fourteen-Star Warrior. Everything recorded there was genuine, with no concealment or falsehoods.

The eyes of the group sparkled. The insights accumulated over years by a Fourteen-Star Warrior contained many unique ideas, some that Qin Fen himself hadn't anticipated.

This thing would be garbage in the hands of One-Star or Two-Star Warriors, but for people like Caesar and the others, it was the key to opening a massive treasure vault.

Time passed minute by minute. Qin Fen wrote diligently, occasionally erasing and revising the new version of the Super Nine Yang Divine Art. Although Caesar demanded that all the essences of extreme hardness and pure Yang martial arts be included, Qin Fen dared not do so entirely.

The Martial Dao still involved principles of suitability. Caesar, who walked the Imperial Martial Path, possessed an aura of dominance and kingship in his chest; this was not the path of Heaven and Earth's righteousness.

The One Yang Righteous Qi Formula, which cultivated the righteousness of Heaven and Earth within the body's universe, was absolutely unsuitable for Caesar's path of dominance. Even though it was an art of extreme hardness and pure Yang, it didn't fit Caesar's trajectory.

Ten Dragons Sun Control Divine Skill! A king is inherently the Son of Heaven, inherently a Dragon! Qin Fen nodded repeatedly; this seemed more suitable for Caesar, didn't it?

Almost instinctively, Qin Fen began to delete and select essences—performing a super feat that would shock even a Martial Venerable.

Achieving this state was not entirely due to Qin Fen's overwhelming strength. It was the cultivation of the Universal Martial Arts Compendium that instinctively taught him many things he wasn't aware of, granting him a degree of avoidance ability on the Martial Dao. Coupled with guidance from the seven Great Masters and his own diligent analysis, he possessed an ability that even a Master-level martial artist would lack.

Modifying and fusing the essence of internal arts is not as profound as creating new top-tier martial arts from scratch, but it is by no means simple, especially when combining several supreme techniques. The foundation required might be something even Martial Arts Masters couldn't achieve. One hour, two hours... five hours...

Qin Fen wiped the sweat from his brow and rubbed his slightly blurry eyes. He handed the Super Nine Yang Divine Art to Caesar, saying, "This is one part. The Nine Yang Divine Art is vast and profound; I don't have the ability to modify it all in such a short time. But this portion is temporarily enough for you to practice."

"The rest, I will create bit by bit, but now I need to work on the internal arts of the others."

Caesar took the Super Nine Yang Divine Art and began reading it seriously. Soon, sounds of praise, "Tsk, tsk," erupted from his mouth. Although he lacked the ability to fuse martial essences, he certainly had the skill to judge whether a technique was a good internal art.

After just a couple of "Tsk, tsk" sounds, Caesar felt his arms and legs being grabbed by the other three, lifting him off the sofa.

The three dragged Caesar to the door, opened it, and unceremoniously tossed the companion who was clearly showing off his first possession of the internal art technique out into the hallway.

Caesar sat innocently on the floor of the corridor outside, watching his three angry companions. He really wanted to explain to them that the sounds he made were not meant to show off. They were genuine sounds of astonishment at what Qin Fen had modified.

Seeing his three furious companions, Caesar wisely kept quiet and offered no explanation.

For twenty-three hours, Qin Fen hadn't rested at all. Besides scrambling to modify the internal arts for his companions, he also had to formulate training plans. Since everyone's characteristics differed, the plans he devised naturally varied for each person.

For twenty-three hours, Qin Fen's brain operated at a frantic pace. He himself didn't realize what a monumental contribution these twenty-odd hours of madness had made to the history of his life in the Martial Dao.

Under immense pressure, Qin Fen unleashed potential he didn't even know he possessed—a burst of energy no less intense than a long period of secluded, rigorous training.

When everything was written down, Qin Fen handed the training plans to Xue Tian, asking his old friend to help implement them. Qin Fen then turned back to his bedroom and collapsed into deep sleep.

After sleeping soundly for ten full hours, Qin Fen awoke again, feeling his head swollen and throbbing—as if he had suffered a severe cold and was continuously forced to undergo high-load mental labor, resulting in a stinging pain.

Headache splitting his skull—Qin Fen felt this description was hardly an exaggeration.

The Revival Art managed to suppress the headache slightly. Qin Fen listened to the slightly chaotic sounds downstairs. Before getting up to look out the window, the badge in his pocket suddenly emitted a series of "Doo-doo" sounds.

It was a message from Huang Jiewan. Qin Fen connected the call and saw the fellow martial artist, the building manager, speaking with visible tension: "Qin Fen, do you have time? Can you come down for a moment? Some people from the Inner Sacred Martial Hall have arrived and are specifically asking for you all. Caesar and the others are already down there, and they said they don't need to find you, but I noticed how haggard and exhausted they look. I felt uneasy and secretly contacted you."

The Inner Sacred Martial Hall? They certainly knew how to pick a time. Qin Fen sighed, jumped out of bed. Caesar and the others were simultaneously cultivating to adapt to the new internal arts while undergoing extremely harsh special training designed to squeeze out their potential. They were at the absolute limit of physical and mental exhaustion, probably at their lowest combat strength since entering the Sacred Martial Hall. Fighting now would be a huge disadvantage.

"Understood, I'll be right down."

Qin Fen switched off the communicator and circulated his true Qi, adjusting his state. His eyes and eyebrows suddenly snapped open, and his face showed surprise: "What is this? I'm an Eleven-Star Warrior?" Before falling asleep, Qin Fen clearly remembered he was still a Ten-Star Warrior. How could his star level, which hadn't improved for over three months, suddenly leap up after just one night's sleep?

"Is that even possible?" Qin Fen stared at his own limbs in astonishment. He had heard of sudden Star Level advancements during combat, heard of promotions between life and death, and certainly heard of leveling up through arduous ascetic practice, but he had never heard of someone boosting their Star Level just by sleeping. Wait, he had heard of leveling up while sleeping. Qin Fen sighed, "I heard the Dream Heart Sutra allows one to cultivate and improve their strength during sleep."

Reflecting on the past forty-plus hours, Qin Fen gradually understood the reasons for his advancement in sleep. One reason was that his inner turmoil had completely resolved; he no longer doubted whether he should practice the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. Secondly, it was that trip to the Hall of Ultimate Skills—the massive absorption of various notes, which, although seemingly useless, had yielded extremely significant benefits.

Thirdly, there were those twenty-plus hours of frenzy. That had surely been the most grueling period of cultivation recently. He hadn't realized the severity at the beginning, but looking back calmly, he saw that period had been immensely helpful.

Fourthly, the Compendium of All Martial Arts inherently contained the essence of the Dream Heart Sutra. Once all confusion vanished, and his Martial Dao Heart became as firm as a rock, these four factors combined made his Star Level promotion nothing strange.

Helping the elderly man and woman who fell was beneficial, but helping his friends truly brought enormous, intangible rewards.

Shrugging, Qin Fen gazed at the sky outside the window. He had originally calculated it would take another half month to a month to reach the Eleventh Star Level. Unexpectedly, this unconscious act had shortened that timeline by fifteen to thirty days in one go.

If he needed thirty days before, and now he needed none, he had gained an extra thirty days to advance toward the Twelfth Star Level. One way and another, it felt like he had saved sixty days. Qin Fen couldn't help but marvel at his incredible luck this time.

He opened the window leading down to the floor below and peered down at the grand scene in front of the building.

Today, a large crowd had gathered before Building Chen. Not only were there young martial artists from Building Dao, but judging by their attire, there were also newly joined, equity-holding young martial artists from the External Saint Martial Hall, and many Saint Martial Hall practitioners as well.

The two sides were clearly divided into two factions based on their lineups. Caesar stood at the very front of one faction, his face drawn and haggard. It seemed the situation had truly exhausted him.

The number of people opposing Caesar was not large—only six individuals.

Judging by their cohort year, these people looked to be around thirty years old. Five of them possessed the strength of the Tenth Star Level, and three of those had reached the peak of the Tenth Star Level.

Besides these three drawing attention, the most conspicuous person was the sixth member of the opposing team: Thirteenth Star Level strength! Qin Fen stared down at the Thirteenth Star martial artist in shock. Sending a Thirteenth Star expert to deal with a foundational practitioner from the External Saint Martial Hall—his strength far exceeded that of his companions.

This Thirteenth Star practitioner had black hair and yellow skin, clearly showing East Asian lineage. His relaxed posture suggested a leopard ready to strike before any fight commenced.

Qin Fen habitually braced himself on the windowsill, then flipped out of the sixth-floor window.

As the confrontation held, someone suddenly leaped down from the air, instantly capturing everyone's attention. The Thirteenth Star martial artist's face turned cold, killing intent instantly flooding his otherwise handsome features.

What was going on? Did he want to kill me? Qin Fen looked at the Thirteenth Star practitioner's expression, puzzled. This man had a narrow waist, broad shoulders, and loose but powerfully built legs. His square face, framed by single eyelids that gave a slightly droopy look, exuded a trace of fierce aggression. A distinct air of 'solitude' clung to his demeanor.

"Qin Fen!" a cold, angry roar burst forth, his language carrying the clang of ancient battlefields. Many martial artists instinctively shivered upon hearing this sharp shout.

The young martial artists standing in front of Qin Fen subconsciously retreated to the sides, clearing a wide path for him.

Qin Fen stepped forward, returning the opponent's gaze without showing weakness. Although he didn't know what had happened, this was certainly not the time to show timidity.

"Do you remember Park Zhong-hwan and Lee Yong-jun?" Park Zhong-hwan? Lee Yong-jun? Qin Fen nodded thoughtfully. No wonder the figure before him felt so familiar. It turned out he held the stance of the Xinqiang Fist Style deep within him. If not for the residual fogginess in his brain from the extreme mental exertion of the past twenty-plus hours, he should have recognized the man’s origins immediately.

"You are their senior brother?" Qin Fen stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Caesar, a hint of displeasure coloring his brow.

Regarding the Xinqiang Fist Style, Qin Fen initially held no significant ill will; he had even considered Park Zhong-hwan a decent acquaintance and had no prior conflict.

It was only with the appearance of Lee Yong-jun that a genuine feud had started, generating some animosity. But since Lee Yong-jun died in a terrorist attack, that feud should have been settled.

"Correct! I am their Third Senior Brother! Kim Ki-seok!"

The Thirteenth Star martial artist puffed out his chest. Without any visible effort in his legs, the flagstones beneath his feet cracked, and a fierce, indomitable aura erupted from him. The Internal Saint Martial Hall practitioners standing near him instinctively shifted away to avoid his sharp killing intent and fighting spirit.

"I heard you defeated my two junior brothers," Kim Ki-seok growled coldly, his expression grim. "In martial arts exchanges, victory or defeat is usually nothing to speak of, but you shouldn't have insulted my junior brother Lee Yong-jun, and you absolutely shouldn't look down on the Xinqiang Fist Style!" Insult Lee Yong-jun? Look down on the Xinqiang Fist Style? Qin Fen wore a confused look. When had he ever looked down on the Xinqiang Fist Style? Every time he encountered a practitioner of that style, he offered sincere praise, recognizing it as a highly practical martial art that deserved its status as a famous school today.

As for insulting Lee Yong-jun, Qin Fen was even more curious. He had met Lee Yong-jun only once and had only defeated and severely injured him then. He hadn't mocked or ridiculed him at the time—how could it be considered an insult?

"What?" Kim Ki-seok tilted his chin up slightly, his eyes carrying three parts mockery and seven parts disdain. "You dare to do it but not admit it? Don't think that just because my junior brother is dead, there's no evidence! Before Yong-jun died, he contacted me. He sent me a text message. Originally, when I heard you defeated 'Little Hades' Harpos, I intended to seek you out. Who knew you'd deliver yourself right here!" A text message? Qin Fen understood immediately and nodded. His decision to eliminate Lee Yong-jun had been correct; he just hadn't been swift enough. He should have killed him on the spot, eliminating the need for a subsequent car bomb. Otherwise, Lee Yong-jun wouldn't have had the chance to twist the narrative. That fellow was truly a viper!

An explanation? Qin Fen glanced at Kim Ki-seok's angry, disdainful, and mocking expression and knew that any explanation now would be useless. Even without Lee Yong-jun's issue, the defeat of Park Zhong-hwan alone meant Kim Ki-seok would likely appear to defend the honor of the Xinqiang Fist Style.

The Xinqiang Fist Style was an emerging school, currently in a phase of rising fame. If the direct disciple of the Martial God of Hanzhou was defeated, it would be a fatal blow to the Xinqiang Fist Style's reputation. Having two direct disciples lose to the same young martial artist intensified the damage to their prestige.

Even if Park Zhong-hwan hadn't been involved, Kim Ki-seok would likely have challenged him simply to uphold the honor of the Internal Saint Martial Hall.

Since a fight was inevitable anyway, why bother with weak explanations? Qin Fen smiled faintly. Doing so would only invite more ridicule and contempt.

"Indeed, I delivered myself here," Qin Fen took a step forward, hands lightly clasped behind his back, facing Kim Ki-seok's biting cold aura and fighting spirit with easy calm. "What do you want? A fight? Then come on. Today will be the day the Xinqiang Fist Style suffers its third defeat. You want to protect the honor of your Xinqiang Fist Style?"

"You are far from qualified. Bring your master, Bae Seong-jun."

Kim Ki-seok stared at Qin Fen, dumbfounded. Everyone froze. They began to wonder if the Thirteenth Star martial artist had scared the young man so badly that his mind snapped, causing him to arrogantly call out for a match against the founder of the Xinqiang Fist Style, the true Martial Dao Master, the Martial God of Pyeongju, Bae Seong-jun.

"You are far from qualified to fight my Master."

From outside the crowd, a voice carrying a subtle hint of angry arrogance drifted into the circle of confrontation.

Hearing the sound, everyone turned curiously to see who this newcomer was.

Kim Ki-seok's stunned eyes flickered with surprise. He looked up through the crowd into the distance and exclaimed, "Second Senior Sister..."

"Second Senior Brother!" The onlookers quickly parted, just as they had for Qin Fen earlier, clearing a path for the newcomer.

Among Bae Seong-jun's direct disciples, there was only one female student: Chae In-young.

Her towering height of 1.72 meters gave her a pair of long, strong legs. Years of Xinqiang Fist Style training had given her a shapely posterior. Her short black hair was neat and refreshing, and her exquisite features were beautiful.

Qin Fen sized up Chae In-young. This woman was not wearing the traditional Saint Martial Hall combat uniform but was clad in Xinqiang Fist Style attire. Even the loose-fitting robes couldn't entirely conceal her excellent figure.

If it weren't for her imposing spirit and her powerful Fourteenth Star Level might, Qin Fen would have mistaken her for an excellent idol actress.

Fourteenth Star Level! The crowd watched Chae In-young, whose powerful Star Level strength pulsed around her body, and retreated several steps further, lest they be harmed by anything she might do in her angry state.

"Are you Qin Fen?" Chae In-young strolled to Kim Ki-seok's side, her beautiful eyes, like black gems, fixed on Qin Fen. "You defeated both my junior brothers and now think you are invincible? You want to challenge my Master? That is a true Martial Dao Master, not someone a naive little martial artist like you can challenge!" Kim Ki-seok slightly stepped back half a pace, showing respect to his senior sister, before speaking, "Senior Sister, why are you here?" Chae In-young smiled softly, gently smoothing a stray strand of hair near her temple as her gaze enveloped Qin Fen: "I hadn't intended to come out, but I heard a toad dreaming of swallowing the sky, so I came out to tell it just how vast the sky really is."

Qin Fen met Chae In-young's mockery with a faint smile. He raised a hand, pointing at both Chae In-young and Kim Ki-seok, and spoke slowly: "You two, come at me together. Or do you want to go one by one?"