Although Qin Fen had never been in a brawl before, his recent experiences in aerial combat, where he often fought one against many, had honed his martial sense even sharper than before. Even with his body fatigued and performance declining, for a top-tier expert at the Three-Star level, facing two newly enlisted One-Star soldiers was a different matter entirely.

The two new recruits were poorly coordinated; the one attacking head-on moved slightly too fast. He stepped toward Qin Fen, twisted his waist, and brought his open hand down like a blade, aiming straight for Qin Fen’s forehead. The momentum was fierce and bold, utilizing the first form of the New Army Boxing style—a combination forged from merging several martial arts within the military—making his hand strike truly resemble a battle saber.

Qin Fen swept his arm upward and outward to block. The explosive power of the Long Xiang Boruo Gong instantly numbed the opponent’s entire arm, immediately shattering his balance. He whipped his right foot up like lightning, the military trousers rasping loudly, whipping toward the opponent’s head like a lash.

The most prized and proud provincial technique of Hanzhou: New Taekwondo! Against an opponent like this, Qin Fen couldn't even bring himself to use the Shaolin Arhat Fist; he immediately employed the New Taekwondo technique he’d seen others use on the Sky Combat Network.

The new recruit clearly hadn't expected Qin Fen, despite his weary expression, to move with such speed. With his balance broken, a full defense was impossible. He hastily raised his arm to protect his head, intending to take the blow head-on.

Bang! Crack!

The new recruit flew away like a broken kite, his arm twisted into an unnatural shape. He landed on the ground and immediately passed out.

Fighting is not child’s play; mercy toward an opponent is courting death! Qin Fen had witnessed countless battles on the Sky Combat Network, long cultivating strong mental fortitude, which he now put into practice through direct engagement these past few days.

After kicking his opponent away, Qin Fen suddenly realized he hadn't collected payment for the exchange and quickly added, "You owe me several hundred dollars."

Unfortunately, the unconscious recruit couldn't process this remark normally. Qin Fen was fated to miss out on this challenger’s entrance fee.

The recruit behind him, who had been attempting a sneak attack, saw his comrade severely injured and unconscious. He didn't hold back either, unleashing an equally fierce whip kick aimed directly at the back of Qin Fen’s head.

Qin Fen's martial sense was peerless. Even a Three-Star expert would struggle to successfully ambush him. A One-Star recruit barely qualified as minor prey in his eyes.

With a forward surge, Qin Fen suddenly twisted his waist and spun around, returning an identical high whip kick toward the assailant.

The mocking smile in the recruit’s eyes rapidly spread across his face. He cultivated the Iron Cloth Shirt of ancient martial arts. A high whip kick against a high whip kick—his body was far more resilient; he was certain to snap this recruit from the Treasure Island’s leg.

Bang! Crack!

The recruit’s smile froze halfway across his face. His perfectly straight whip kick instantly contorted unnaturally. Intense pain shot through his nerves straight into his brain.

How is this possible? Could it be Three-Star Iron Cloth Shirt? The recruit managed to guess in astonishment before Qin Fen was already in front of him. His hand chop landed directly on the back of the neck. The recruit’s eyes rolled back, and he passed out completely.

Watching the new recruit collapse unconscious, Qin Fen pursed his lips and said with a hint of: "Another loss."

"Stop it!"

Du Peng’s loud shout echoed through the cafeteria, and all eyes immediately snapped toward him.

The Hanzhou soldier who had led the trouble earlier, tossing Jin Kui to the ground, was now completely unconscious, his throat tightly clasped in Du Peng’s grip as he was held aloft.

This was the strongest soldier in the Hanzhou contingent, a Two-Star recruit. With their main fighter knocked out, the Hanzhou recruits’ morale plummeted instantly.

Du Peng tossed the soldier he held away, sweeping his gaze over the remaining Hanzhou recruits as if discarding refuse, and spat out a highly provocative word in a cold voice: "Scram!"

Their main fighter defeated, and seeing that the situation was not in their favor, the Hanzhou recruits knew pressing the fight wouldn't lead to a good outcome. They quickly helped up and carried away the injured recruits, snarling fiercely at Du Peng: "Don't get cocky! The strongest fighter of our Great Hanzhou New Army hasn't even fought yet! You wait! Our Park Jong Hwan will cripple you and force you into early retirement!"

Du Peng said nothing, simply staring them down with wide eyes, which scared the recruits into rapidly backing toward the doorway.

It was then that Qin Fen spoke up: "Hey, take these two unconscious ones away too."

Only then did the Hanzhou recruits notice that some of their side were not only broken-limbed but also beaten unconscious.

The exchange had been brief, and merely managing to injure the enemy was difficult enough; to actually knock them out was astonishing. The Hanzhou recruits glanced oddly at Qin Fen before hurrying away.

"Awesome!"

"So satisfying!"

"See who dares to look down on us now!"

Quite a few of their own recruits had sustained injuries, but in the flush of victory from the sudden brawl, the pain was forgotten for the moment.

Those who hadn't been familiar with each other before suddenly became close because of the spontaneous fight. Many who hadn't exchanged a single word were now arm-in-arm, laughing together because someone had shielded them from a baton strike during the group scuffle.

Even more clustered around Qin Fen, eagerly chatting with him, were those who had witnessed his effortless use of the enemy's proudest martial technique to instantly flatten them during the group fight.

"Man, your moves just now were so smooth!"

"Are you practicing a hard style like Golden Bell Shield? That bone fracture was so clean!"

"I..." Qin Fen felt the need to clarify: "I practice Long Xiang Boruo Gong."

"Long Xiang Boruo Gong?"

"No way? Is Long Xiang Boruo Gong that powerful? Why would you choose that one?"

"Looking at you, you must be at the Two-Star level, right? What a pity! It's too late to switch to an internal art now..."

Seeing the look of pity on everyone's faces, Qin Fen decided against revealing his Three-Star status. After all, there would be plenty of time in the future; there was no need to rush things now. Explaining now would just look like picking a fight with others.

Du Peng was also surrounded by people, as he was the one who had eliminated the enemy’s strongest fighter.

"You're Du Peng from Class Two, Squad One, right? I didn't expect you to be so formidable! You took that guy down in one move."

"Yeah! Your Tai Chi's hard style is incredibly fierce!"

"I've heard of that Park Jong Hwan. They say he is the personal disciple of Pei Chengjun, known as the number one Martial God of Hanzhou."