Qin Fen's voice, laced with a heroic and commanding tone, echoed across the mountaintop, causing every observing martial artist to freeze. Song Zhenting's pupils contracted instantly; this response was far too audacious.

"If I were in Qin Fen's position," many Martial Arts Masters cautiously asked themselves, and the answer materialized quickly in their minds. Placed in that spot, facing a challenge from a Master-level martial artist like Jizhen Haotian while vulnerable, one would either adopt delaying tactics or surrender the person temporarily, planning a full recovery before issuing a challenge later. Song Zhenting paused for a few seconds, a self-mocking smile touching his lips as he shook his head repeatedly. What kind of person was Qin Fen? Back when he was only a few-star level practitioner, he dared to defy the command of Earth's Martial God, Qilin Song Wendong, severely injuring all the marriage proposers and sending them to the hospital.

For a man who dared to defy the order of Qilin, the collective idol of global martial artists, Song Zhenting could not fathom what concession he would make when threatened by a Master-level martial artist like Jizhen Haotian taking advantage of his weakened state.

A concession? Song Zhenting chuckled, shaking his head again. Jizhen Haotian had made an utterly foolish move this time. He had calculated the timing, the location, and even the typical reaction of a martial artist facing such a threat, but he missed the most crucial factor: the opponent was Qin Fen! A unique young man who used his fists to express his intentions, even against Qilin's decree.

Hashimoto Onjiro swung his massive fists with vigor, the fat on his body jiggling with every broad movement, an ineffable joy spreading across his face.

"Magnificent!"

Hashimoto Onjiro kept pumping his arms, looking at Jizhen Haotian's stunned expression, feeling intensely satisfied and even more awed by Qin Fen's mettle and resolve.

Hashimoto Onjiro gazed at Qin Fen, his heart surging with excitement. What did it mean to charge forward unflinchingly?

What did it mean to never retreat!

Jizhen Haotian hovered in the air, staring blankly at Qin Fen, truly unable to believe what he had heard. Before issuing the threat, he had considered every possible scenario, even calculating how to respond if Qin Fen feigned a desperate fight, offering a seemingly beneficial concession.

"But..." Jizhen Haotian’s mouth was filled with bitterness. He had calculated Qin Fen’s reaction in countless ways, yet he never expected this outcome.

Fight!

This result was beyond the expectations of all the observing martial artists. This wasn't just charging forward; this was sheer madness!

Dishi Tian was also an expert in martial arts. He could tell that although Qin Fen’s single punch against Pei Chengjun was brief, it had caused considerable damage. For a Martial Arts Master fighting another of the same level—a fighter who had pushed his life force and technique to the absolute limit—it was impossible not to incur some cost. Qin Fen raised his hand, extending his index finger, and with a flick of his wrist, pointed down at the earth, tapping it repeatedly:

"Come down. I'll give you the chance to take advantage of my state."

His calm tone carried an unmatched, soaring heroism! A young, newly ascended Martial Arts Master facing mortal combat against two renowned Martial Arts Masters in a single day—this was unprecedented. The spectators struggled to calm their violently beating hearts; beneath their shock, admiration began to bloom. Regardless of whether Qin Fen won or lost this second battle, in the world of Martial Arts, his name would be immortalized!

The saliva in Jizhen Haotian’s mouth turned even more bitter; this result was entirely unexpected. Now, he couldn't back down even if he wanted to!

If he retreated now, facing a challenge from a young Martial Arts Master who was already injured, he might as well abandon his future in the martial world.

Jizhen Haotian slowly descended towards the fractured ground, his eyes filled with tension and caution, not daring to underestimate his opponent despite the injury.

The fighting intent, aura, and power Qin Fen displayed against Pei Chengjun earlier meant that none of the Martial Arts Masters below the sixteen-star level present could claim a guaranteed victory over him.

As Jizhen Haotian's feet touched the shattered ground of Bailu Lake, the muscles in his solemn face twitched repeatedly, worsening his already grim expression.

Once one entered the Martial Arts Master realm, the contest wasn't just about simple hand-to-hand combat; if one possessed overwhelming strength, that would be the deciding factor. However, in a life-or-death duel between masters of the same level, it became an all-encompassing contest, where even the environment and aura played a role—which was precisely why Pei Chengjun had chosen Han Mountain's Bailu Lake.

The instant Jizhen Haotian's feet landed on the ground of Bailu Lake, he felt the stones beneath him tremble slightly, giving him a profoundly ominous feeling.

This was the intuition of a Martial Arts Master, and also the current collective aura of all of Han Mountain.

Since Qin Fen had defeated the strongest Martial God of Han Province on Han Mountain, simultaneously shattering the mountain’s highest peak, he had completely conquered Lie Chengjun and this majestic Han Mountain. In other words, this was now his domain.

The geographical advantage, following Lie Chengjun’s defeat, had shifted entirely to Qin Fen. Standing in this broken Bailu Lake, he seemed to command his own kingdom.

Martial artists suspended in the sky couldn't feel this immersion. Jizhen Xuanyi, sitting on the ground, lacked the necessary cultivation and rank to feel it either.

Jizhen Haotian sucked a deep breath into his lungs, striving to stabilize his mental state, and slowly spoke, "Master Qin, I urge you to reconsider! I understand the glory and face of a Martial Arts Master. Regarding your handing over of Jizhen Xuanyi, I will offer an exchange that absolutely preserves your status and interests."

Qin Fen tilted his head up to look at Song Zhenting in the sky: "I am ready. You may announce the start." The observing Martial Arts Masters wore expressions of wry smiles mixed with profound respect. Qin Fen was clearly set on fighting two established Martial Arts Masters back-to-back today, completely disregarding Jizhen Haotian's proposal—truly preferring to seek righteousness directly rather than finding a crooked path.

Hashimoto Onjiro crossed his arms over his chest, the internal energy of the Arhat Demon Subduing Skill slowly circulating within him. His Bio-Beast quietly entered its activation state, diligently watching the situation on the field. He silently resolved that if Qin Fen were in danger due to his previous injuries, he would intervene to intercept Jizhen Haotian’s attack.

Hashimoto Onjiro held great contempt for Jizhen Haotian. Even though they shared the same nationality, their philosophies were entirely different.

Hashimoto Onjiro had always believed that martial arts was a vast, inclusive world, transcending provincial borders or nationality.

Martial arts was martial arts; there were only differences in schools, nothing else!

Song Zhenting glanced sideways at Hashimoto Onjiro. Although he had heard that this new Sumo master from He Province was extraordinary, he hadn't expected him to act this way.

Hatoyama Unjiro glared fiercely at Hashimoto Onjiro, his hatred burning in his chest. Even if their ideologies differed, they were still martial artists of the same nation; why did it look like he was ready to pounce and kill Jizhen Haotian at any moment?

"Can't be helped!" Hatoyama Unjiro sighed inwardly. The internal energy of the Celestial Harmony Art slowly circulated throughout his body, and his Bio-Beast also secretly entered its activation state, ready to intercept any aid from Hashimoto Onjiro.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort filled with explosive pressure emanated from the enormous helicopter in the sky. Hatoyama Unjiro inwardly cursed his bad luck. He, too, hailed from the Holy Martial Hall along with Qin Fen, yet when facing the chief Dishi Tian, that cold snort sounded as if he intended to support Qin Fen?

Song Zhenting slightly lifted his chin, gazing up at Dishi Tian, whose face was a deep purplish-red, and chuckled softly to himself, "I heard he took Qin Fen as a disciple; it seems the rumors are true. Quite the spirit, daring to take Qin Fen as a disciple when he is challenging my father's authority. It seems you truly think highly of Qin Fen."

Song Zhenting’s voice was low, but the majority of the surrounding spectators were at least Martial Arts Masters, and Hatoyama Unjiro clearly heard him, feeling an urge to spit blood and flee. Dishi Tian never accepted disciples in the Holy Martial Hall because his standards were too high. Taking Qin Fen as a disciple suggested he genuinely regarded him as a treasure. Hatoyama Unjiro forced himself to gather his focus. He knew his old friend Jizhen valued stability; when Jizhen took risks, it meant immense potential rewards. Today, he absolutely had to lend a hand, not just for any potential gain, but for the benefit of all martial artists in He Province.

Upon hearing Qin Fen’s words, Jizhen Haotian focused all his energy on him, ignoring everything else. His world now contained only Qin Fen, and he couldn't hear Song Zhenting’s murmuring.

Qin Fen lowered his stance and rooted his feet, drawing his left and right fists forward and back, as if drawing a massive bow. The muscles in his body snapped audibly, as if a great bow had truly been drawn.

Jizhen Haotian, despite his internal distress, fumbled in his robes and produced Super Berserk Pills and Super Iron Armor Pills, swallowing them without hesitation. These medicines weren't meant to last just seconds or minutes; they had a time limit. Since Qin Fen’s previous match hadn't expired his effects, Jizhen Haotian had to medicate up, or there would be no need to fight at all. In battles between top experts, the effects of such enhancers were far more pronounced.

A set of pills perfectly formulated by a skilled apothecary could sometimes be the deciding factor in a duel between equal-level Martial Arts Masters.

Qin Fen was fortunate, as Luo Ta, a genius in pharmaceutical arts, had put 120% of his spirit into crafting the gifts. Their effect was several points stronger than the most expensive, high-grade market pills—something Pei Chengjun hadn't anticipated.

The moment the pills entered Jizhen Haotian’s body, the Bio-Beast activated simultaneously!

Fourth-Level Fusion! Another Fourth-Level Fusion! The faces of several Martial Arts Masters in the sky observing the Third-Level Fusions twitched. Jizhen Haotian, just like Pei Chengjun, had achieved Fourth-Level Fusion!

Song Zhenting slowly shook his head, looking at Qin Fen with little optimism, muttering, "Fourth-Level Fusion, super regeneration. If Qin Fen can't take down Jizhen Haotian with one punch, this fight will be truly difficult."

The surrounding spectators nodded in agreement. If Qin Fen couldn't deliver a knockout punch, with both sides injured, the vital regenerative power of the Fourth-Level Fusion Bio-Beast would become crucial. The longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantaged Qin Fen would become.

In this fight for life and death, neither side held back. In an instant, spurred by mutual tension, their power even surpassed their usual peak states. The already shattered stones beneath their feet exploded outward, scattering from the surging internal energy.

Their auras rapidly closed the distance, and in the blink of an eye, they met at the central point between them! Qin Fen's eyes blazed intensely, his Thunder Step instantly exploding with the sound of thunderclaps. His body transformed into a shimmering jade phantom in the Heavenly Eye Detection System for a moment.

Jizhen Haotian’s expression was grave as he concentrated on the core, his eyeballs rapidly darting left and right, swiftly tracking the movement and position of Qin Fen's phantom form.

He had to admit, the speed of the Thunder Step was terrifyingly fast. If he met it head-on, he would quickly be unable to keep up with the pace of the Thunder Step, potentially leaving his back open to attack from Qin Fen.

The ground of Bailu Lake exploded repeatedly, sending up clouds of dust and smoke; wherever Qin Fen passed, it was as if lightning had struck his standing point.

Over thirty bursts of Thunder Step occurred in the blink of an eye. The dust and shattered stones of Bailu Lake soared into the sky, enveloping the area. Jizhen Haotian’s heart clenched violently, and he inwardly thought, Not good!

Qin Fen retreated to his initial attacking position, his right fist, held near his right waist, suddenly rotating. This single rotation generated enough wind force to create a powerful vortex, violently sucking in the surrounding floating dust and air! It was as if the force of thirty thunder strikes was momentarily drawn into that vortex of air.

The vortex formed instantly. The fabric of Qin Fen's trouser legs burst outward from the explosive force, shredding his martial arts uniform into ragged rags. His left and right feet planted simultaneously, blending the force generation method of the Thunder Step, propelling his body forward with tremendous force!

Qin Fen first created momentum, then gathered force, and finally unleashed it. One move, grand in scale and unparalleled in might—the Dragon Cannon, enhanced by the Thunder Step’s kinetic release, instantly upgraded to the Thunder Dragon Cannon! The moment his feet struck the ground, the entire Bailu Lake and the peak of Han Mountain visibly shook. Jizhen Xuanyi felt a continuous vibration beneath his seat, like riding a tractor over rough, uneven mountain roads.

At this moment, the ground beneath Qin Fen, within a radius of several dozen meters, seemed to be packed with explosives, as rock fragments collectively erupted and leaped upward.

The earth shook! Truly, the earth shook! No one had expected that when Qin Fen unleashed his true technique, it would result in actual seismic activity. In that instant, a streak of crimson blood appeared at the corner of Qin Fen’s mouth! As his ultimate move reached its peak, even surpassing it, the injuries sustained during the previous fierce battle with Pei Chengjun finally manifested! Before striking the enemy, he could no longer suppress his internal injuries.

In a flash, Qin Fen vanished from his spot!

The compressed internal energy surged and erupted, pushing Qin Fen to his peak state once more. This kick carried the strength of one dragon and ten elephants!

In this instant, Qin Fen’s speed surpassed the velocity of the fiercest cannonball. Even under the high-tech surveillance of the Heavenly Eye system, Qin Fen's figure was ephemeral, like a thin mist, appearing before Jizhen Haotian instantaneously, as if teleporting.

Qin Fen’s charge was like a ravaging sandstorm, ferocious and overwhelming! The powerful downdraft generated by his ascent felt capable of blowing Jizhen Haotian into the sky.

Jizhen Haotian’s pupils contracted rapidly, shrinking smaller than a needle point. His internal energy boiled along with his blood, and even his ethereal soul seemed to sublimate under this unprecedented pressure. In the next moment, Jizhen Haotian’s expression regained its solemnity, his pupils locked and unmoving, his heroic face shining with an inexplicable luster. He stood still, relaxed his hips, lowered his shoulders, and released his waist, his spine straightening like a massive dragon, rigid as a pine. His hands overlapped, his shoulders rotating freely, channeling power to his left hand, which swung smoothly and swiftly.

This strike used the transmission of force layered through both hands; the left hand attacked with the momentum of wind driving the rain, a fusion of integrated force striking directly outward.

This blow possessed the essence of wind driving the rain, yet it was more than just that. It channeled the essence of Jizhen Haotian’s martial arts cultivated over many years, merging the strength of over a hundred points across his body—like the unified power of a hundred Warring States marshaling forces to invade Joseon!

Jizhen Haotian, situated in Han Province, faced the geographical advantage held by Qin Fen. By utilizing his martial arts and integrating the history of He Province, he manifested the spirit of that ancient era when He Province launched a surprise attack on Han Province and achieved total victory. He had effectively used the disadvantageous terrain to traverse time and space, pulling that past glory into the present moment.

Yamato! The strongest technique of New Karate! As Jizhen Haotian unleashed this strike, his mind became perfectly clear. Hatoyama Unjiro in the sky watched, his face filled with shock, sighing inwardly that his old friend had erupted into a state of the Great Harmony that he hadn't reached since entering the sixteen-star level, all under the immense pressure of Qin Fen’s fists!

Bang bang bang... The dust and debris that Qin Fen’s Thunder Dragon Cannon pressure had gathered were pierced through by Jizhen Haotian’s single strike. The force of his punch was like a silver spear piercing into a vast army, penetrating layer after layer of dust and stone!

To pierce the Dragon Cannon's pressure with the Yamato—this was not the absolute limit of his own punching power; it was unattainable otherwise!

With this single punch alone, Jizhen Haotian could have defeated the previous Lie Chengjun’s Mount Taibai technique.

Qin Fen’s face was shrouded in layers of jade-like light, his gaze unwavering and firm as diamond. The Thunder Dragon Cannon rotated, his five fingers interlocking again—it was his strongest ultimate technique, the God Sealing List!

This God Sealing List was also a direct confrontation; neither could retreat! Whoever retreated would have their momentum completely suppressed, leading to certain death.

The two destructive waves of punching pressure collided, causing the air to explode repeatedly, as if determined to pull in and crush all the air in Bailu Lake until it detonated.

Every martial artist present could feel the immense force of this impact. Song Zhenting could sense the opposing forces continuously growing stronger from the air disturbances at the collision center.

A do-or-die head-on clash, where neither side showed mercy. In this round, the older generation, Jizhen Haotian, wore a solemn expression, while the younger generation, Qin Fen, displayed fierce resolve. These two expressions radiated endless killing intent. Everyone could feel that they were pushing their strength and will to the absolute limit.

Qin Fen and Jizhen Haotian’s fists met!

The peaks of Han Mountain trembled, emitting a resounding groan, like a man crying out in intense pain. Countless shattered stones accelerated their fragmentation, and a large crater formed beneath their feet where the crushed stones had been.

In a flash, both retreated rapidly. Jizhen Haotian’s outer clothes were shredded, his eyes wild, his hair standing on end, and his complexion somewhat purple. He stopped his backward slide by digging his legs into the ground. He saw the retreating Qin Fen, now bleeding thin red lines from the corners of his mouth and nostrils. Despite his worsening injuries, Qin Fen immediately pounced forward again, the vast power of the God Sealing List absorbing the surrounding carnage, roaring down once more. Jizhen Haotian had no time to catch his breath; he relaxed and tensed his entire body, blasting out the Yamato again.

Boom! Another massive shockwave struck, and Jizhen Haotian was sent flying back again. He stared in astonishment at Qin Fen, who, in addition to the blood from his mouth and nose, was now bleeding from his ears, yet he pounced again as if oblivious to pain and injury.

God Sealing List! Yamato!

The two ultimate fists collided again. Jizhen Haotian managed to halt his backward flight, watching Qin Fen, whose eye corners were now also oozing blood, as he rushed in once more. Jizhen Haotian trembled inwardly, wondering what kind of monster this kid was.

The two exchanged blows three times, both suffering immense damage. Jizhen Haotian spat blood from his nostrils and mouth, but he had to ignore his injuries temporarily to gather the fourth Yamato.

Yamato! God Sealing List! Yamato! God Sealing List! Yamato! God Sealing List!

The peaks of Han Mountain had long since shattered and collapsed; Bailu Lake was gone. Jizhen Haotian’s bones were crying out in agony, and his pores, just like Qin Fen’s, were bleeding. Yet, he was forced to endure Qin Fen’s twenty-fourth God Sealing List.

Eleven… twelve… thirteen… fourteen… The spectators silently counted the exchanges that had far surpassed their limits. When the two bloodied figures struck for the twenty-third time, Jizhen Haotian stopped counter-attacking, standing rigidly like a statue. He took Qin Fen’s twenty-fourth God Sealing List, and his body instantly fragmented.

"You!" Qin Fen, covered in blood, looking like a demon clawed from a pool of blood, his eyes bloodshot, looked up toward Hatoyama Unjiro in the sky: "If you want to clean up the mess for Jizhen Haotian, come down!"