The moment Wu Ke stepped onto his magnetic levitation flying sword and ascended into the sky, the hearts of the countless martial artists watching sank into the abyss. Before this moment, almost everyone had been anticipating.

Anticipating the earth-shattering battle Qin Fen would deliver after six months of Asura special training, only to find that the Saint Martial Six Stars had chosen such a battlefield, instantly draining the contest of suspense and preempting the final scene of the fight. No one had expected that Qin Fen’s first defeat since entering the Saint Martial Hall would occur in a match involving low-ranking martial artists.

The sword control technique of the magnetic levitation flying sword placed Wu Ke in an almost invincible position. Even if all the ice beneath his feet melted, it would be useless to him.

As long as he possessed the power to keep the flying sword aloft, he could virtually never be defeated. It could be said that Wu Ke didn't even need to engage Qin Fen in combat; he only needed to hover high in the air and wait for the ice beneath Qin Fen's feet to melt, bit...

by bit... by bit.

Swish! The eight magnetic levitation flying swords on Lin Ming’s back simultaneously unfurled behind him like a peacock displaying its tail feathers.

Before his flying swords could reach his feet, Qin Fen, hundreds of meters away, moved! A long, piercing cry shot from his throat toward the heavens.

This sound resembled neither a lion's roar nor a tiger’s howl; it was a piercing shriek carrying a kingly authority that surpassed all beasts. With that roar, the ice layer beneath him seemed ready to crack, and his black hair billowed upward as his energy surged.

With a mere tap of his toe during the cry, he suddenly shot out! He leaped nearly a hundred meters into the air!

The man was like a sharp sword! Behind him, a visible layer of icy mist trailed wherever he went.

The imposing momentum, like a vast river, whipped his robes, causing them to snap like the hull of a boat battered by strong currents. One step, then another!

Qin Fen’s body fully extended in the air, leaping and soaring like a divine dragon breaking the sea. Upon landing instantly, the ice layer didn't even have a chance to vibrate violently before it exploded with a whoosh, blasting open a massive ice sinkhole dozens of meters in diameter.

Under the pressure, a giant column of water erupted several meters high, as if some lake monster was about to burst forth from the depths. A single movement, covering a hundred meters!

After the Saint Martial Six Stars announced the rules, Qin Fen had decided not to spare his opponents any dignity. If you don't give me face, why should I give you any!

In just a few bounds, Qin Fen was already lunging toward Lin Ming. The shattered ice behind him was still sending water pillars shooting skyward, their ascent yet to subside.

Boom! Boom!

Boom! The ice layer, originally designed to inconvenience Qin Fen, had now become a tool to amplify his unparalleled momentum.

Every explosion of the ice, every colossal water column rocketing skyward, broadcasted the sheer, insurmountable gap between a 15-star power and a 14-star martial artist to the gathered onlookers and his opponent! This immense display of force impacted the minds of the vast crowd of martial artists!

The momentum was like that of an ancient, colossal demon shattering ten thousand years of frost to descend back into the world. In that instant, people even forgot that the rules of this arena were profoundly disadvantageous to Qin Fen.

So fast! Lin Ming felt the strong wind rushing toward him, his clothes snapping loudly under the gale Qin Fen generated...

The large hand reaching out suddenly seemed no longer just a hand capable of grasping a basketball. In Lin Ming’s entire spiritual world, it transformed into a hand covering the heavens and blotting out the sun.

At that moment, Lin Ming felt like the Monkey King trapped within the palm of the Buddha, unable to escape no matter how he struggled, pinned beneath the Five Elements Mountain. Bang!

A sudden flash lit up Lin Ming’s vision, and Qin Fen simultaneously vanished! He frantically searched around, hearing the chilling sound of wind above his head, and quickly looked up.

Where was Qin Fen? The young martial artists who had initially entered the Saint Martial Hall were simultaneously stunned; Qin Fen had disappeared before their eyes.

Some martial artists raised their heads; beneath Qin Fen were erupting water columns as his body, fully stretched, soared towards the sky like a dragon emerging from the water. He was surrounded by visible layers of airflow generated by air friction, charging directly toward the rapidly ascending Wu Ke.

No one had expected that the first opponent Qin Fen would target was not Lin Ming, still on the ice, but Wu Ke, who had risen into the air. Seeing Qin Fen’s divine might as he leaped a hundred meters away, Wu Ke instinctively felt a threat and instantly issued a command.

The magnetic levitation flying sword supporting him rapidly ascended, fleeing from this monster resembling a primeval beast! Wu Ke was fast, but Qin Fen was faster, achieving an almost unbelievable velocity.

His ascending body was like a cannonball, tearing through layers of air with a piercing whistle. Snap!

Wu Ke felt something hook around his ankle. Before he could react, he realized his body was being violently yanked downward by immense force, instantly losing all balance.

"Get down here!" Qin Fen’s sinister voice rang in Wu Ke's ear like a nightmare. He got him!

The young martial artists' mouths gaped in astonishment, staring blankly at the unbelievable scene unfolding in the sky. At an altitude of nearly a hundred meters, Qin Fen had forcibly dragged Wu Ke off his magnetic levitation flying sword with a single grab.

Wu Ke's relatively strong body, in Qin Fen’s grip, resembled an infant just born, emerging from the womb; without even a chance to struggle, he was swung high overhead and hurled violently toward the ice layer! This throw!

It carried immense, crushing power! The howling wind in the air sounded like a meteor tearing through the atmosphere as it plummeted toward the ground.

Wu Ke fell like a shooting star, with no chance to activate his flying sword for rescue, striking the ice layer heavily. Bang!

Boom! The ice layer acquired another hole, and a column of water unhesitatingly shot high into the air!

Wu Ke instantly vanished from everyone’s sight, leaving only the sound of shattering ice echoing in their hearts. All these events unfolded too quickly.

So fast that many hadn't even completed a single breath before Wu Ke, who had risen into the air, was dealt with by Qin Fen. Those who reacted quickly realized what a fool Wu Ke had been.

Why did he have to ascend so rapidly? Couldn't he have suddenly changed direction while rising, veering left or dodging right?

He wouldn't have been caught by Qin Fen. Thinking calmly, these observers chuckled; this was just hindsight now.

The moment Qin Fen launched his attack, his speed was terrifyingly fast, but more frightening was his aura, which gave the impression that he held mastery over heaven and earth. How could anyone have time to think about dodging left or right?

Wu Ke lost to Qin Fen not so much because of his fists and feet, but because of his sheer momentum. In an instant, Qin Fen’s heaven-like presence completely suppressed Wu Ke, leading to this sudden outcome.

This... Lin Ming rapidly dodged aside to avoid being smashed into the water by the meteor-like descent of Wu Ke, inadvertently glancing at the ice layer.

Near him, there was an ice sinkhole. This hole was far, far smaller than the ten-meter wide crater Qin Fen had created while surging forward a hundred meters earlier.

The ice sinkhole that had helped him vault nearly a hundred meters high was less than a meter in diameter! How was this possible?

Lin Ming’s eyes were wide with astonishment. He had deliberately maintained a distance of several hundred meters initially because he calculated the force of Qin Fen’s stomp.

The fragile ice layer could never support the ferocious strength of Qin Fen’s steps. Wu Ke’s momentary lapse of focus and surprise, leading to him being thrown into the lake beneath the ice, was also due to being terrified by Qin Fen’s surging momentum, which far exceeded calculations.

Compared to the hundred-meter dash, the tiny ice crater was what Lin Ming found most unacceptable. Vaulting a hundred meters is conceptually entirely different from advancing a hundred meters.

Even a person who has never studied martial arts might manage a full leap of four meters with all their might. But asking someone untrained to jump four meters high?

That's pure fantasy. Qin Fen had soared a hundred meters high.

Theoretically, the ice layer beneath his feet absolutely could not bear it; it couldn't handle giving him that much power, yet he had achieved it, and the resulting crater was so small. The unbelievable thought flashed across Lin Ming’s mind like lightning.

He spread both arms, stepped onto his flying sword, and the other seven swords shot out like ribbons of light toward Qin Fen in the sky. A perfect opportunity!

Lin Ming was shocked internally, but he hadn't forgotten that the battle was not yet decided. Qin Fen, high in the air, couldn't use Martial Void Technique, meaning he should be immobile...

The seven swords shot up. Qin Fen, suspended in the high air, reached out with both hands and snatched two long swords from beside him.

Wu Ke’s long swords! These floating swords seemed masterless.

Qin Fen grabbed the long swords, kicked off the flying sword Wu Ke had been standing on with his right foot, and used the resulting reactionary force to dive down, like a fly pouncing on a rabbit. The two long swords sped out along with his body.

Long Rainbow Piercing the Sun! Just because Qin Fen usually didn't use swords didn't mean he didn't know how.

Within the metal spheres, besides theoretical masters like the Grandmaster, and martial artists like the King of Slyness, Zeng Yicheng, there were also Grandmasters of weaponry. It was simply that Qin Fen was more accustomed to using fists and feet in daily practice; weapons were not the most critical element of his martial path, which explained his occasional disuse of them.

The seven flying swords, like arrows loosed from Hou Yi’s heaven-shaking divine bow, carried a chill and sharpness greater than human intent, reaching Qin Fen in the blink of an eye. Lin Ming stared intently at Qin Fen.

As the seven swords approached, he suddenly executed a rapid sequence of sword hand seals, roaring loudly, "Sword Formation!" The seven independently attacking magnetic levitation flying swords suddenly converged. One sword took the central position, while the other six formed a circle around it, orbiting the central sword at high speed, much like the planets around the sun in the solar system.

Simultaneously, the seven swords performed high-speed rotations, stirring up a waterfall of light that collided directly with the dual swords in Qin Fen’s hands. Clang!

Clang! Clang!

... A series of metallic grinding sounds erupted.

Many people frowned slightly to resist the harsh, unpleasant noise. Only a few could clearly discern the true situation during the rapid collisions.

Others could only guess from the sound whether the long swords in Qin Fen's hands were being ground to dust by the enemy's blender-like sword formation. The instant the metallic collision sounds ceased, the light in Lin Ming’s upturned eyes flared intensely!

Just then! He couldn't feel any response from the sword formation!

This situation usually implied only one possibility: the magnetic levitation flying swords had been destroyed! But how could that be?

The sword-shattering formation was meant to destroy others; how could it be destroyed by two long swords? He looked up at the sky, and at the moment he saw the truth, his body instantly stiffened.

Qin Fen’s hands held no intact magnetic levitation flying swords, nor were there any in front of him. There were only a few metal spheres that had fallen with him, and the remains of several magnetic levitation flying swords, which were currently in his hands...

They were being brutally squeezed by his massive hands! In an instant, the chilling long swords had been forcibly kneaded into a ball of metal!

The cadmium metal spheres beside him... Lin Ming understood in a flash...

Those metal spheres were his magnetic levitation flying swords. In the air, Qin Fen spread his five fingers and sharply swiped near the metal spheres!

All the spheres vanished... Immediately after, Qin Fen drew his arms back high, adopting the posture for throwing Wu Ke!

This time, what flew out was not Wu Ke’s massive body, but tiny metal spheres! These spheres whistled with a piercing sound, striking Lin Ming at a speed faster than a meteor.

Bang, bang, bang... Boom!

The force of Qin Fen's throw was far greater than what he could manage as an 11-star warrior. Lin Ming recovered his consciousness from his momentary shock too late; he couldn't use his swords to evade and hastily threw both arms up over his head to withstand the massive impact.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, his body fell off the flying sword and was smashed heavily into the ice layer. Qin Fen, arms behind his back in the air, fell freely toward the lake's ice surface.

Crack... The ice cracked.

Qin Fen flipped and landed dozens of meters away on the solid ice, looking at the spot where the freefall impact had shattered the ice layer, and let out a light chuckle. The vast crowd of watching martial artists stared, their minds unable to process what had just happened.

In a battle where they were supposedly destined to lose, Qin Fen had eliminated both opponents in a series of breathtakingly fast attacks. Violent!

Savage! Decisive!

After Qin Fen concluded the fight, the impression left on the crowd, besides the initial impossibility, was mainly the savage, violent, and decisive style of his performance, despite its brevity. He took action without any hesitation, maintaining absolute confidence from start to finish.

Wu Ke surfaced from the lake, his face pale, clearly suffering from serious internal injuries. His eyes were fixed on the ice surface where Qin Fen had ascended—the sinkhole less than a meter in diameter.

Even now, he couldn't comprehend how Qin Fen had achieved that. Strange?

Qin Fen walked on the fractured ice with his hands clasped behind his back. "That day, when I entered the Saint Martial Hall, I could even strike the non-solid Mist Seed.

How much harder could it be to instantly make the ice layer beneath my feet as hard as steel, like the Mist Bell had solidified?" Striking the Mist Bell... Wu Ke paused, a wry smile touching his lips as he nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! From the initial data we received, we knew Qin Fen had struck the Mist Bell before.

We were genuinely surprised by his ability back then, but I never imagined that amidst such an intense battle today, he could accomplish something that previously required long preparation in the casual flick of his hand." The battle began in an unexpected manner and ended in one just as surprising. The entire engagement lasted less than a minute, yet it felt like an eternity to the mass of young martial artists.

The Saint Martial Hall's medical department rushed in. They first plunged into the lake to retrieve Lin Ming.

Qin Fen's scattering flower technique possessed overwhelming power; it not only broke several bones in the opponent's body but also knocked him unconscious instantly. Strong!

Only now did everyone deeply realize that Qin Fen’s strength after half a year of secluded training was completely unrecognizable compared to before! A Master!

A martial arts master-level warrior! Ferrero nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

Today's Qin Fen truly deserved to be called a martial arts master-level expert. Perhaps he was still slightly inferior to the Martial God of Hanzhou, Pei Chengjun, but in terms of standing, Qin Fen could now be considered his equal.

Both were Martial Arts Masters! However, Ferrero, having lived so long, had never seen a Martial Arts Master under the age of 20 like Qin Fen.

Heh, taking a Martial Arts Master as a disciple? Ferrero began to muse if he would be the first person ever to directly accept a Martial Arts Master as a disciple.

After all, most Martial Arts Masters were unwilling to submit to others; almost all of them founded their own sects. Many even traveled to other planets to pursue their path as Divine Beast Martial Artists.

Qin Fen paid no mind to the two 14-star opponents who were instantly defeated, nor did he notice the gazes directed his way—some shocked, some envious. He straightened his body slightly, turned his gaze toward a specific spot in the crowd, raised a hand, and pointed: "Come on, you!

You also trained under Asura. We are practically half-brothers.

Today, I challenge you. Let me see just how strong the once strongest newcomer truly is." As Qin Fen pointed, the crowd parted along the line of his finger, leaving a relatively clear pathway and revealing a heroic, red-eyed martial artist: The Martial Maniac!

"Good, good, good!" The Martial Maniac laughed toward the sky, hands on his hips. "I was planning to challenge you myself, but I never expected you to be so proactive today.

Very well, today I will see if my half-junior brother’s skills are worthy enough to replace me as the Saint Martial Hall's strongest newcomer." Qin Fen lightly stepped out of the circle marked by the broken ice on the lake. Having used the most savage and brutal method to send his two opponents to the hospital while under a definitive disadvantage in the previous fight, his aura had been elevated significantly.

When he pointed and challenged the Martial Maniac, no one doubted his qualifications to challenge him after his special training. In the minds of the young martial artists, he had been firmly placed in a position to contend with Nash, the Martial Maniac.

The Martial Maniac's long laughter abruptly stopped. His shining red eyes fixed on Qin Fen as he spoke, "Kid, this shattered battlefield isn't suitable for you and me.

Since you challenge me, then I will arrange a more magnificent arena for our fight!" A new battlefield? Qin Fen’s eyes held a hint of confusion.

Judging by the Martial Maniac's tone, it wouldn't be on a standard stage or in an ordinary setting; there seemed to be another location. Snap!

The Martial Maniac snapped his fingers, and a massive projection emerged from the badge he wore. Upon seeing this, the young martial artists gasped, letting out waves of astonishment.

The arena chosen by the Martial Maniac dwarfed the Ice Lake Battlefield created by the Saint Martial Six Stars; if the ice lake was a minor spectacle, the field chosen by the Martial Maniac was the grandest of spectacles. "Where are we fighting?" "Are you kidding?

What deep-seated hatred is this?" The crowd buzzed with discussion. Qin Fen's eyes also held a touch of surprise—truly...

The battlefield chosen by the Martial Maniac was not flat ground, nor was it an ordinary ring. It was a fighting stage composed of thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of blades.

This arena had a specific, special designation within the Saint Martial Hall: the (Blade Mountain)! (Blade Mountain)!

(Sea of Fire)! The two terrifying dueling arenas of the Saint Martial Hall!

The Martial Maniac had chosen the Blade Mountain right off the bat. This would be a battle fought on the edge of blades—a battleground Qin Fen had never encountered in his career.

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