The entirety of his blood, his crimson eyes, his domineering posture, coupled with the berserk fighting just concluded—the sheer power of having slain two Martial Arts Masters in such quick succession—enveloped the entire battlefield in an instant. When Hatoyama Kazuo’s gaze locked with Qin Fen’s, he instinctively shuddered violently, his body unconsciously drifting back half a meter.

Hatoyama Kazuo had achieved his status as a Martial Arts Master through effort, and he had certainly taken lives before; otherwise, he could never have reached his current height. But today, facing Qin Fen’s fiercely aggressive and unrestrained madness, he was truly terrified; both his heart and body reacted with primal fear.

Whether it was Kyokushin Hao Tian or Bae Seong-jun, Hatoyama Kazuo was confident that against these two Martial Arts Masters in a full-force engagement, his winning odds were barely fifty-fifty. If he had to face them consecutively, fighting them in a war of attrition, he wouldn't have the slightest chance in the second bout.

Hatoyama Kazuo stared at the imposing crimson eyes of Qin Fen and sucked in cold air repeatedly, thinking to himself: These are not the eyes of a man; they resemble those of a War Demon. Several Martial Arts Masters felt their hearts tremble slightly.

Though the focus wasn't directly on them, they could still sense the aura emanating from Qin Fen—the pinnacle among Martial Arts Masters, challenging anyone to stand against him. Hashimoto Unjuro watched the battle, his entire mass of fat trembling with excitement.

Qin Fen’s victory here lay in his spirit, his sheer bravery, and that martial heart that knew no fear in combat. Song Zhenting nodded, deeply moved.

Qin Fen’s performance in these two consecutive battles had been a breakthrough far exceeding his limits. This wasn't some mere burst of cosmic energy; it was the synthesis of everything he could master, the fusion of all his capabilities, awakening his potential and foundation to project that spirit that dares to challenge everything.

“That was a beautiful fight,” Song Zhenting murmured with approval. Before facing Kyokushin Hao Tian, Qin Fen had sustained significant damage from the previous bout where he killed Bae Seong-jun, perhaps even aggravating some latent internal injuries.

He should have chosen a place to rest immediately. Kyokushin Hao Tian’s four-star Living Beast was supposed to be a critical foundation for him to claim the ultimate victory.

Yet, even these supreme assets of Kyokushin Hao Tian failed to bring him the victory he deserved. Qin Fen unleashed the Divine Ranking List twenty-four times in succession; every punch grievously wounded Kyokushin Hao Tian’s body.

Initially, the biological beast's regenerative capabilities proved quite effective, but the speed of its reconstruction couldn't compare to the dismantling destruction wrought by Qin Fen’s Divine Ranking List. The vast power of the Divine Ranking List acted like municipal enforcement agents engaged in wild demolition, shattering Kyokushin Hao Tian’s defensive barriers and his ability to recover piece by piece.

By the time he absorbed the twenty-third strike of the Divine Ranking List, all his meridians and organs had been completely pulverized, shocking him to death on the spot, even though his external appearance remained outwardly intact. After enduring the twenty-third strike of the Divine Ranking List, Kyokushin Hao Tian’s body instinctively moved to raise an arm.

Halfway through the motion, the body’s reflexes ceased with the extinguishing of his life. Song Zhenting had to concede that the regenerative power of a level-four bio-beast could not match Qin Fen’s maniacal Divine Ranking List.

Gazing at Qin Fen on the ground, resembling a blood-soaked War Demon, Song Zhenting frowned slightly, seriously doubting if Qin Fen could survive. Though he couldn't decipher the principle behind the Divine Ranking List technique, he could see the immense pressure Qin Fen bore with every strike.

It should be a martial art usable only when one’s body was in peak condition; using it while injured risked self-destruction before harming the enemy. The observing martial artists in the sky all turned their attention to Hatoyama Kazuo, eager to see his reaction.

A massive body, akin to a sheer mountain of flesh, blocked the path before Qin Fen. Hashimoto Unjuro glanced at Hatoyama Kazuo and gently shook his head.

Though he spoke no words, his actions clearly told everyone present that anyone wishing to challenge Qin Fen, who had just fought two Martial Arts Masters back-to-back, would first have to contend with him, the master of Shin Sumō. Hatoyama Kazuo stared blankly at Hashimoto Unjuro, sighing deeply to himself.

At a moment like this, if they could stand shoulder to shoulder, perhaps they could all be considered brothers of the Wa State. Why...

“What a pity,” Hatoyama Kazuo sighed again, thinking privately that if this battle had taken place on Mount Fuji, Kyokushin Hao Tian would have gained an added geographical advantage, diminishing Qin Fen’s by the same measure, and perhaps the outcome would have been entirely different. Hashimoto Unjuro shook his thick, heavy neck slightly.

Hatoyama Kazuo could read certain words in his eyes: Martial arts know no nationality! The world has long achieved great harmony!

Kwang! The hatch of the helicopter in the sky was violently blown open from the inside by a ferocious force.

A long, unrestrained, and dashing shout echoed from the cabin. Xue Tian, clad in a pale blue martial arts uniform, landed on the ground beside Qin Fen.

A lazy smile played on his lips, his right hand resting gently on the hilt of his Iai sword as he spoke slowly, “My brother has fought two matches, and watching it has set my heart ablaze. I hear that Mr.

Hatoyama Kazuo, the master of Shin Aikido, can draw a blade bare-handed as easily as picking something from his pocket. I’m quite keen to witness this skill.” Hatoyama Kazuo’s facial muscles jumped violently, his pupils contracting cautiously as he stared at the Iai sword at Xue Tian’s waist, taking a deep, lung-filling gasp of air.

Everyone present were martial arts experts. From the moment Xue Tian kicked open the door, let out his cry, and settled into his stance with his hand on his sword, he immediately exuded an extraordinary aura.

The blade—not drawn! Its sharpness pierced the vast sky!

The man—not moving! His intent to fight soared to the clouds!

Xue Tian differed from Qin Fen; he lacked Qin Fen’s outward projection in martial arts, possessing instead a few degrees more of that internalized restraint that Qin Fen lacked. This wasn't because Xue Tian’s realm was higher than Qin Fen’s, but rather his personality dictated it; usually appearing like a wandering, shiftless scoundrel, this kind of unexpressed, latent power was a far more difficult threat for Hatoyama Kazuo of Aikido to confront.

The moment Xue Tian stood poised, the martial arts experts present sensed a chilling concentration of blade energy and sword intent emanating from every part of his body—it was certainly not limited to the single sword in his hand. How many swords does this young man, Xue Tian, actually carry on him?

Song Zhenting couldn’t quite gauge the exact number. Fight?

Or not fight? Hatoyama Kazuo hesitated.

If he refused a challenge from the younger generation, the reputation of Shin Aikido would suffer considerably. Fight?

Looking at Xue Tian, Hatoyama Kazuo felt a strange intuition for some reason: this newcomer wasn't much easier to deal with than Qin Fen. Perhaps he lacked that overwhelming, powerful punch, but he possessed far more cunning and unpredictability.

Fight? Or not fight?

Hatoyama Kazuo’s two eyebrows knitted together like a tangled rope. He suddenly looked up toward the helicopter in the sky.

Inside the cabin, several young martial artists were sharp with fighting spirit. Even if their strength didn't reach fifteen stars, it didn't mean they lacked intense battle will.

Hatoyama Kazuo had no doubt that if he won the duel against Xue Tian, these young men would leap out one by one like hungry wolves to challenge him. Defeat Xue Tian?

Hatoyama Kazuo was not confident he could achieve the devastating feat of killing Bae Seong-jun as elegantly and forcefully as Qin Fen had. Even if he could potentially win against Xue Tian, it would demand a considerable price.

At that point, would he still have the strength to face the subsequent challenges in the war of attrition? That was the real question.

Hatoyama Kazuo placed his hands behind his back, tilting his chin slightly toward the murky sky: “Shin Aikido is Shin Aikido, and Shin Karate is Shin Karate. Settling internal matters will naturally be the task for Brother Kyokushin Hao Tian’s disciples in the future.

My Shin Aikido will not interfere.” With those words, Hatoyama Kazuo’s body flickered, slicing through the air with a rushing sound, flying straight away from the viewing ground without the slightest hint of lingering attachment. The other Martial Arts Masters in the sky, looking at the ravaged battlefield and then at the departing Hatoyama Kazuo, successively took to the air and left.

There was nothing left to linger over at the collapsed peak of Mount Halla. Though the two continuous great battles today were brief, they were intensely brutal and fierce.

Song Zhenting flew out of Mount Halla without looking back, a faint smile perpetually fixed on his lips, murmuring inwardly: This viewing trip was not in vain. Although Qin Fen’s strength is inferior to mine, I can still draw many unexpected lessons from this fight.

“Proposing marriage?” The smile on Song Zhenting’s lips grew wider. “Perhaps it will have more chance of success than imagined.” Hashimoto Unjuro turned his mountain-like body, leaned in close, and peered at Qin Fen: “…Boy, are you still alive?” Qin Fen managed to force out a strained smile: “Senior, I’m alive.” “Senior?” Hashimoto Unjuro’s two thick black eyebrows gathered above his forehead amidst the folds of fat: “Boy, you graduated from the Sacred Martial Hall too, right?

I came from there as well. We’re essentially from the same school, so what’s this senior-junior business?

If you find me agreeable, just call me Hashimoto, and we’ll be friends. We can eat, drink tea, discuss martial arts, and strategy later.

If you can’t stand the sight of me, then keep calling me Senior.” Qin Fen endured the pain in his facial muscles and managed a bitter laugh. Although this was his first time meeting Hashimoto Unjuro, the founder of Shin Sumō, he had to admit the man possessed an appealing straightforwardness and lack of affectation in his words.

A Martial Arts Senior, a founding master who had shown such righteous gallantry against Kyokushin Hao Tian—Qin Fen truly couldn't find any way to tell the man that he didn't find him agreeable. “Brother Hashimoto,” Qin Fen squeezed his eyelids, “My disciple is badly hurt.

Could you please carry him for a moment?” “Done!” Hashimoto Unjuro’s massive body moved with surprising agility; with a slight turn of his ankle, he was instantly in front of Kyokushin Xuan Yi. Xue Tian smiled, turned his back to Qin Fen, slightly bent his knees, and extended his arms backward to the sides.

Qin Fen did not stand on ceremony; his legs softened, and his body went slack as he leaned onto Xue Tian’s back, his arms weakly draped over his shoulders. The second battle had been too brutal.

The implicit threat from Hatoyama Kazuo had vanished, and the fighting spirit and momentum that Qin Fen had sustained immediately dissipated. He could no longer keep his body upright enough to fight; even walking had become somewhat difficult.

Since Xue Tian offered, he wouldn't foolishly decline out of politeness. Even if Xue Tian hadn't made the gesture to carry him, Qin Fen would have asked him to do so.

Martial Sky Technique! After securing Qin Fen on his back, Xue Tian immediately executed the Martial Sky Technique—a skill Qin Fen hadn't even learned yet—and floated swaying into the helicopter.

Hashimoto Unjuro entered the cabin, settled Kyokushin Xuan Yi in place, and bowed respectfully to Di Shitian: “Greetings, Chief Seat.” A hint of pleased surprise was hidden in Di Shitian’s eyes, and he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. Hashimoto Unjuro stared at Di Shitian, frozen for a moment.

Within the Sacred Martial Hall, he had never seen the Chief Seat display any sign of happiness. Though this time it was deeply concealed, it was still easily perceptible—he was genuinely smiling, even if the expression looked slightly awkward.

Di Shitian moved to Qin Fen’s side, briefly checked his injuries, and then spoke slowly: “How much did you gain?” Lying on the cabin floor, Qin Fen smiled faintly and replied, “A great deal.” Everyone knew what they were discussing. To have fought two Martial Arts Masters back-to-back and claim no gains would have been bizarre.

This duel was not just about defeating Bae Seong-jun for Qin Fen; during the fierce fight, the moment he shattered the highest peak of the Korean peninsula felt like shattering the spirit of an entire nation. The sensation of delivering a fist that destroyed the imprint of thousands of years of national history was now deeply etched into Qin Fen’s body and blood.

If it weren't for the immense damage sustained... If he were at his physical peak, Qin Fen was confident that against a competitor like Kyokushin Hao Tian, who tried to take advantage while still refusing to admit he was taking advantage of an injured opponent, a single punch would suffice.

The pilot turned back to look at Di Shitian and asked quietly, “Chief Seat, where to now?” Hashimoto Unjuro was initially stunned before realizing: Qin Fen had already graduated from the Sacred Martial Hall. According to protocol, unless conscripted by the Hall, one was forbidden from casually returning.

This rule applied even to martial artists whose foundation was built outside the Hall; even if one’s master was the Chief Seat of the Sacred Martial Hall, no exception was made. Xue Tian patted the pilot’s shoulder and took the initiative: “Tianbei City.” With such a small aircraft carrying a young martial artist who had just killed a five-star Moon Reacher, a founding master of Shin Sumō, and the Chief Seat of the Sacred Martial Hall, Di Shitian, Qin Fen had no need to worry that Li Mingzheng would launch any sneak attack due to Bae Seong-jun’s defeat.

With such a formidable entourage, Qin Fen confidently retrieved a red Yang Returning Pill from the firm Dragon-shaped belt around his waist and placed it in his mouth. This super-effective internal injury medicine, personally crafted by Izzarota, could rapidly treat internal wounds in a short time, though its side effect was a full day of exhaustion and weakness.

Theoretically, it only needed ten seconds, but Qin Fen knew his injuries couldn't fully recover in that time. Izzarota had custom-made the formula based on Qin Fen’s body back then.

Even considering Qin Fen’s future physical strength and the difficulty of treating severe injuries, he hadn't anticipated the damage and destruction caused by battles once Qin Fen reached the fifteen-star level. After swallowing the pill, Qin Fen closed his eyes again, silently circulating the 'Resurrection Sutra,' the love token Song Jia had given him.

The Zhenqi, cool as a clear stream, flowed slowly and circulated inside him. Everywhere it passed, the pain in his cells and meridians was halved, and fatigue gradually slipped away amidst the rotation.

Moments later, Qin Fen entered a state of utter detachment. Threads of white and black light, swirling and mixing, slowly writhed in his Dantian, spreading like the roots of a great tree toward every inch of his skin, every single meridian.

The Bio-Beast! Which had always required its host’s command to operate, now rapidly suffused Qin Fen’s entire body without any directive whatsoever.

Even at the first stage of fusion, the bio-beast possessed regenerative functions, but that function was too weak, utterly incomparable to the four-stage fusion. The speed of regeneration was visible to the naked eye.

Di Baotian noticed the bio-beast surfacing on Qin Fen and paused for a few seconds. As a Chief Seat of the Sacred Martial Hall, he had never witnessed such a strange bio-beast, one that seemed to be mixed with the phantoms of several different types of creatures.

The plane flew rapidly through the air. Qin Fen was lost in his state of deep meditation, a faint smile still on his face.

To outsiders, the benefit of this battle was a massive boost to his reputation, but the true harvest on his martial path was far greater. Once his body recovered and he went to propose marriage, he would possess increased capital when facing the martial-arts-everything Qilin.

Xue Tian watched Mount Halla slowly recede behind them, crashing down in a heap. It was no longer just the uppermost peak collapsing; this was more than a mountain falling—it symbolized too many things.

In a secret underground intelligence room in Korea, Li Mingzheng stood stock-still, holding the phone, speechless for a long moment before finally saying, “Bae Seong-jun, killed in action? And Kyokushin Hao Tian of Wa State also died at Qin Fen’s hands?

How is this possible?” Kwang-Hoo... The receiver dropped onto the Zitan wood desk and spun repeatedly.

Li Mingzheng could not accept the news he had just received: Bae Seong-jun, the Martial God of Korea, was dead! He was the pride and glory of the entire Korean martial arts community, a renowned Martial Arts Master who had been defeated by a martial artist who had just entered the Master realm.

Li Mingzheng found the subsequent news even harder to swallow: after killing Bae Seong-jun in the fierce fight, Qin Fen had immediately gone on to kill Kyokushin Hao Tian, the founder of Kyokushin style Shin Karate. In a single day, in a short span of time, two long-established Martial Arts Masters had been killed by Qin Fen.

Li Mingzheng recalled the expression and the look in Qin Fen’s eyes when he had threatened to slaughter his entire family at the airport; a chilling sensation immediately washed over him. Li Mingzheng was not a Martial Arts Master, but he understood perfectly well that after recovering from these two consecutive battles where he fought and killed two established masters while under-ranked, the experience Qin Fen absorbed would likely propel him into an even higher realm.

The combat footage captured by military satellites had already reached Li Mingzheng’s secret intelligence room. The projected images replayed before his eyes repeatedly, each viewing deeply shaking his spirit and soul.

As Mount Halla collapsed, Li Mingzheng’s eyes, unconsciously, filled with tears, as if it wasn't just the mountain that had fallen, but his own soul and homeland that were crumbling along with it. “Qin Fen!” Fierce, sharp light flashed in Li Mingzheng’s eyes once more.

He smashed the desk in front of him with one punch and roared, “You killed my son, you destroyed the spiritual pillar of Korea! I definitely—I definitely...

Zuo Lin, you refuse to cooperate with me? Very well, then I will fully support Qin Fen!

Force you to take action and kill him!”