Qian Jin’s Qian Jin [Body] churned wildly within him; the surging torrent of Battle Qi circulating around him sounded to the watching crowd like a mighty river in flood. Every face among the onlookers shifted instantly, their initial tones of mockery and disdain vanishing.

This was not the sound of a nearby river, but the sheer might generated when Qian Jin unleashed his Battle Qi mixed with his battle techniques.

Ferdinand surged with Battle Qi. The palm strike coming toward him was not purely violent; rather, it conveyed an impression of absolute freedom, as if the stars themselves could be plucked at will and hurled onto the road below, conjuring catastrophes with every impact.

No matter the bloodline warrior or the powerful Sorcerer, none could withstand the impact of a true falling star!

Ferdinand’s teeth ground together with a harsh k’chak; his body hair bristled, and his gaze sharpened into something ferocious. His body crouched low, exuding the wild instinct of a steppe wolf that would not retreat even from a monstrous beast. His hands crossed, forming a shape reminiscent of a wolf’s jaws, snapping shut onto Qian Jin’s battle-blade-like arm.

The wolf-jaw hands twisted sharply left, then swung hard to the right, mimicking the frantic friction of a wild wolf worrying its captured prey—the arm was locked fast, as if a wolf had sunk its teeth deep into a python’s neck! And Qian Jin’s arm was that python.

One up, one down! Ferdinand’s technique, Wild Wolf Tears Python, clamped down violently on the palm that resembled a battle blade, then began to spin at high speed, aiming to tear the limb apart!

Qian Jin’s shoulders dipped slightly. He managed to speak through clenched teeth: “Not bad.”

The three arms tangled together, and a sharp, grating sound emanated from Qian Jin’s skin. Had the clothing on his arm not already been shredded to tatters, it too would surely have met the same fate.

The grating, almost metallic friction had not yet ceased when a series of impacts, sounding like a war drum, echoed from where their arms met. This was not merely the result of prior physical contact; it was an anomalous effect born from the collision of pure Battle Qi.

Why won't it snap? Ferdinand’s eyes widened in shock. His Golden Battle Heart no longer held back anything; Battle Qi spinning at seventy thousand revolutions erupted outward, transforming into thousands of wolf fangs that hammered against Qian Jin’s arm.

“Useless!” Qian Jin’s confidence shone on his face as he barked out the retort, immediately unleashing the Separating Gold Slashes sequence, spewing forth a torrent of ten thousand blade energies!

What is this? Ferdinand felt every wolf fang shatter. His feet, rooted to the earth, could no longer hold their ground. His arm felt as though it were truly being struck by a thousand battle blades. Stumbling backward, he retreated ceaselessly. Qian Jin’s restricted palm-blade, now free of restraint, advanced like a champion carving a path through a legion, stopping inches from Ferdinand’s forehead.

The bandits who had eagerly anticipated fighting Qian Jin now watched in stunned silence as Ferdinand’s forehead beaded with cold sweat, and the deep, solid imprints left on the ground by his panicked retreat.

One strike! A single head-on clash, and the warrior of the Nine Battles of Demon Execution had driven back a warrior of the Demon Extermination rank? Even using a Saint-level skill, this was too exaggerated! Even shattering his own skill was still too much!

What was this? A fight between an adult and a child? Was the gap truly this vast? If this youth hadn’t been holding back, Ferdinand’s head would have been split open by now.

Qian Jin withdrew his hand, taking two steps back, and observed the face of Eight Desolations Without Life, the chieftain of these steppe bandits. Surprise bloomed across his features—a deep, abiding astonishment. It was rare for a warrior of his caliber to be surprised by a battle between a Battle Heart and a Golden Battle Heart cultivator.

It was like a fantastically wealthy merchant being surprised when a street vendor sold a pound of rice for double the price.

But Eight Desolations Without Life truly was stunned. This was a battle that spanned major tiers, and Qian Jin had won with such effortless ease! If he hadn't known Ferdinand was fighting with everything he had, he might have suspected Ferdinand had deliberately gone easy to help Qian Jin.

That defeat... was far too simple, wasn't it?

The surrounding bandits felt Qian Jin’s gaze sweep over them, and n faces immediately flushed hot with shame. They had all heard Qian Jin’s words moments ago and had laughed.

Now, he had proven himself with action, sending a man flying with a single palm strike that seemed to require absolutely no effort.

“I’ll do it!” From the crowd stepped forward a stout man, perhaps only six feet tall, yet weighing at least four hundred pounds, appearing from a distance like a giant ball of flesh, hefting two round-headed war hammers.

Thump! Thump! With two dull thuds, the hammers were dropped to the ground. The stout man strode toward Qian Jin and declared, “I am Te Jiaofei, peak Golden Battle Heart, Nine Battles of Demon Extermination!”

Ferdinand nodded subtly. Te Jiaofei was indeed the most suitable opponent in the group. He wasn't just someone who fought relying on his twin hammers; his true thousand-move arsenal was wrestling! He would absorb an enemy's attack, then use his unique physique to throw the opponent, crushing them afterward!

In a one-on-one fight, Te Jiaofei was genuinely formidable among opponents of the same rank.

Seeing that Eight Desolations Without Life showed no sign of intervening, Qian Jin pressed down on his ankle and sprang up, his knees bending as he propelled himself forward again, his arm sweeping a vast arc through the air.

Te Jiaofei sucked in a sharp breath. Observing the assault from the sidelines was an entirely different experience from facing it. Though it was only a single arm, it gave the impression of the legendary Pillar X supporting the cosmos collapsing downward to crush him.

No holding back! Absolutely no holding back! Te Jiaofei’s Golden Battle Heart instantly pushed his Battle Qi to the absolute limit of ninety thousand revolutions. His arms crossed high above his head, forming a peculiar ‘X’ shape, as if winding a tightly twisted rope as he lunged toward Qian Jin’s arm. Simultaneously, his feet shifted back, aiming for a massive German suplex the moment he wrapped around the arm! Te Jiaofei shuffled his feet rapidly, even preparing the follow-up thousand-pound crushing technique to use after the throw.

The three arms collided, and blood instantly sprayed out. A sizzling sound, like air leaking from a rupture, followed. Qian Jin’s Separating Gold Slashes pressed down, forcing Te Jiaofei’s twin arms down a full two inches, the muscles of the stout man’s arms twitching violently under the strain.

Pain! Te Jiaofei nearly cried out, his brow locked tight as he tried to complete the suplex. But then he realized Qian Jin’s descending hand suddenly splayed its fingers, clamping just as fiercely onto the stout man’s arm. Immense, raw power shot through the grip. Involuntarily, his legs lifted off the ground; he lost all balance.

A suplex! Indeed! Qian Jin simultaneously executed a suplex, his tremendous brute strength easily tossing the four-hundred-plus-pound opponent like a small child.

Hiss! The crowd gasped in unison. Te Jiaofei had been thrown by a suplex?

Qian Jin slammed Te Jiaofei into the ground with one hand, but he didn't let go. He spun in reverse, snatching the still-dazed Te Jiaofei—who was only just starting to regain his bearings—and swung him over his head, slamming him down onto a different patch of earth.

Bang! Thump-thump... thump-thump-thump-thump...

Qian Jin held Te Jiaofei in a single hand, gripping him like a mop, swinging him back and forth, repeatedly smashing him into the ground, then slamming him onto new patches of earth, causing the ground beneath to gradually indent and collapse.

Brute force! Terrifying brute force! More than a dozen bandits stared blankly at Qian Jin. While seeing Te Jiaofei defeated was surprising, it wouldn't cause them to freeze like statues.

It was easy for a warrior to launch a four-hundred-plus-pound object by bursting forth with Battle Qi, but to actually grasp a person and swing them around like that was no longer just a matter of Battle Qi explosion. Unless one possessed very rare, specialized Battle Qi, the only thing capable of this was raw strength!

This young man’s Battle Qi was clearly not some special power Qi like Elephant Strength or similar arts; it was genuine, strange, inherent might that he used against Te Jiaofei.

The four-hundred-plus-pound Te Jiaofei was heavy enough, and coupled with his monstrous strength, comparable to that of the Barbarians, only a warrior with a Behemoth, Troll, or Titan bloodline could typically manage this.

Qian Jin was clearly not a bloodline warrior, yet he did it with ease! Furthermore, the four-hundred-plus-pound Te Jiaofei looked no heavier than a dusting cloth in Qian Jin’s hands.

In a very short span, Qian Jin slammed Te Jiaofei at least thirty times before flinging him into the crowd.

Thud! Gurgle...

Te Jiaofei’s obese body rolled across the ground, striking several of the weaker bandits before finally coming to a stop. He stood up, dizzy and swaying, trying to find his opponent.

What... what was that? Ferdinand stared blankly at Qian Jin. What kind of combat style was that? Was he just playing with a child? The formidable Te Jiaofei was so fragile in this youth’s hands?

Qian Jin looked at his own arm, filled with surprise. Having absorbed some of the Ice Flame Battle Qi with the Heart of Earth Fire, he knew he had grown stronger, but he hadn't expected to be this powerful. The Nine Battles of Demon Execution seemed so fragile before him. Perhaps he still couldn't stand against a Battle Soul realm expert.

The leap between Battle Soul and Golden Battle Heart wasn't just a difference in quantity; it was a massive qualitative leap!

The dozen or so Golden Battle Heart bandits exchanged stunned glances. This youth’s strength surpassed imagination. However, if it ended here, it would be a huge disgrace to the entire bandit group.

No! Someone must step up and knock him down! All eyes instantly turned toward a single figure: a Demon!

The Beliya Demon Clan! Even this lazy tribe had its share of experts and bloodline warriors! The Demon Bloodline Battle-Mage! The foremost Golden Battle Heart among them! Beng Wuzui!

Among warriors of the same rank, bloodline warriors always held a significant advantage—not only in the toughness of their bloodline body but also in the speed and quality of their Battle Qi, which surpassed that of ordinary warriors by a large margin.

Sensing the bandits’ lingering desire for battle, Qian Jin drew a deep breath and raised a hand, pointing at the dozen bandits: “One by one is too much trouble! Since you all want a fight, why not come at me together! If you refuse, I will keep beating you until you submit!” A one-man fight against a group?

The eager bandits froze simultaneously, staring at Qian Jin in astonishment. What did this kid mean?

Arrogance? Having defeated two men, he dared to challenge them all at once? Who did he think he was? The Bandit King himself?