While the true merit of the foremost leg technique of this age remains debatable, the Gale Kick and Thunder Kick of New Taekwondo indeed possess significant practical combat efficacy.

A relatively confined space is better suited for the attacks of New Taekwondo leg techniques; if the Gale Kick is mastered, covering the entire area with a flurry of leg shadows is entirely possible.

"FIGHT!"

The system once again broadcast the voice everyone knew intimately, and Sanqianli Shanhe surged forward, almost synchronously with the sound.

In an instant, Sanqianli Shanhe transformed into a fierce beast, charging forward two steps to stand before Qin Fen. His right shoulder lifted slightly, hands protecting his face, right foot leaving the ground in a high whip kick aimed at Qin Fen’s head.

This kick struck like a steel flail on an ancient battlefield, fiercely whipping up the wind, the fabric of the New Taekwondo uniform snapping like muffled thunder.

The high whip kick of New Taekwondo pushed the brute force of a Two-Star to its near limit! The narrow alley offered no space even for a Dragon Body Concealment.

Qin Fen immediately became excited. Not long ago, he had been considering the name Park Jong-Hwan, and his body almost instinctively treated the man before him as Park Jong-Hwan. His left foot stepped in, aligning his foot, waist, and shoulder on a central axis. His left arm shot out in a straight-step whip from the Shaolin Arhat Fist!

Bang!

Fist-whip met leg-whip!

To the stunned onlookers, Sanqianli Shanhe retreated half a step. Before anyone could react, he suddenly took two more steps back, planted both feet against the wall, and used the momentum of his turn to leap high into the air, his right leg swinging down like a great axe from a bygone era!

The New Taekwondo Ground Axe Kick! This move was originally designed for Meteor-rank warriors using their inherent strength to leap high, delivering a ferocious kick upon landing. Sanqianli Shanhe skillfully utilized the surrounding environment, executing this ultimate move while fighting above his rank! Only then did the crowd understand why he had chosen this location as the battle setting—it was all for this one strike!

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What Qin Fen dreaded was a dull, boring fight. The stronger the opponent, the greater his fighting spirit. He separated his legs and stepped forward one pace, planting his stance firmly in the Four-Square Horse of the Shaolin Arhat Fist. Both arms crossed high above his head. His body sank down, then powerfully thrust upward—it was the Two Rises and Sit-Down Stance from the Calisthenics Fist technique!

Thud!

Though this was a virtual world, the onlookers felt the ground beneath Qin Fen’s feet vibrate faintly.

The Axe Kick smashed hard against Qin Fen’s guard. Before Sanqianli Shanhe could recover from the shock of his ultimate move being broken, Qin Fen vibrated his arms with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Power, forcing the opponent back. His footsteps immediately followed, his right foot kicking sharply off the wall. He too leaped high, just as Sanqianli Shanhe had done, rotating his waist during the ascent as his leg lashed out simultaneously.

Shaolin Arhat Fist: Whirlwind Kick!

"K•O"

The system announced a new victory/defeat phrase. Sanqianli Shanhe, having been struck by several consecutive Whirlwind Kicks from Qin Fen, vanished instantly from the arena.

Death! The system judged that the severity of Sanqianli Shanhe's leg injury constituted death!

Qin Fen watched the disappearing Sanqianli Shanhe, the surging battle blood on his body gradually subsiding. He muttered that he had gotten too invested, ignoring market rules and killing the customer.

Being killed in a Battle Net duel was a significant blow to one’s confidence.

Usually, after being killed once, an unprepared person would not seek immediate revenge against the one who killed them.

Qin Fen’s fighting practice served not only to hone himself and experience various martial arts combat styles but also to cultivate the mindset for the client to challenge him again later.

Typically, he aimed for a narrow victory, leaving the opponent with the impression that bad luck was the cause of defeat, thus encouraging them to return for another challenge in a few days.

Feng Zhi Yu Shao said to Zuo Ren Yao Di Diao, the top master on the Two-Star Top 100 scoreboard beside him, in a low voice, "Today's thirty-six hours were quite passionate; it felt like he was ready to use his true skills."

"Unfortunately…" Zuo Ren Yao Di Diao sighed, "Sanqianli Shanhe still wasn't qualified to make him truly serious—it only managed to make him briefly passionate. The New Taekwondo looked good, but the internal energy of the Han Prefecture Tai Chi was a bit lacking."

"You could force him to show his true strength," Feng Zhi Yu Shao looked meaningfully at Zuo Ren Yao Di Diao.

"..." Zuo Ren Yao Di Diao was silent for a moment, then finally shook his head. "It's pointless to hold back our strength and fight him. I want a no-holds-barred, full-power battle with him."

Feng Zhi Yu Shao chuckled. "Me too! Last time I lost feeling rather frustrated. High control precision doesn't necessarily mean you can win in an all-out fight. Control precision is just one element of combat."

Qin Fen stretched his shoulders, beginning to select his next opponent from the remaining three challengers...

Night

After a day of training, nearly everyone in the recruit barracks had fallen asleep; the few who remained awake were all wearing helmets, immersed in the Martial Arts Battle Net, the Aerial Combat Net, or other combat networks.

Sergeant Hao slowly sat up, looking at Qin Fen, who was wearing a Sky Combat Net helmet, a faint smile touching his lips.

He quietly got up and quickly left the barracks, unleashing his Meteor-rank speed to sprint toward the other barracks.

In the recruit camp, one single soldier's barracks still held a dim light. The door was already closed, and a sign reading 'By Appointment Only' hung from the handle.

Sergeant Hao arrived at the door, seemingly ignoring the sign, and kicked the entire door open with a resounding bang.

The moment the door burst inward, a figure shot out of the room at high speed, emanating an aura more like a tiger than a man, his fist rapidly expanding in Sergeant Hao's vision.

Bang bang bang!

Three consecutive punches were exchanged, the air vibrating intensely from their clash.

"Hao, are you illiterate! Didn't you see my 'By Appointment Only' sign?"

Under the moonlight, the man who struck was even stockier than Sergeant Hao.

"I have an urgent matter. Come train a recruit with me," Sergeant Hao stated bluntly. "Among the instructors at the recruit camp, you, Butcher, might not be the strongest in martial arts, but you are definitely the best fighter and killer on the battlefield."

"..." After a brief silence, Butcher Chen Yuantu, frowning deeply with his thick brows, eyed Sergeant Hao with great annoyance for a long moment. "You destroyed my door for something like this? No way! I'm not going! I'm busy, no time!"

"Are you sure?" Sergeant Hao looked seriously at Chen Yuantu. "Are you certain? I’m offering you something good on a platter. If you pass this up, and later you want me to train a recruit with you, you’ll have to treat me to a week at the Golden Pavilion."

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