Having finished his two matches in the Sky Martial Arts Network, Qin Fen fell into deep thought. He felt he had encountered too few styles of spear techniques; he hadn't yet grasped their essence. Perhaps only by touching upon that core essence could he find a way to integrate different styles and enhance his strength.

Recalling the hint given by Jun Turbulence before he vanished, Qin Fen was again curious: what kind of expert, one dubbed "Black Hole level," would he encounter tonight?

So excited he couldn't sleep, Qin Fen simply lay down and practiced the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill once.

After two hours of circulation, Qin Fen, drenched in sweat, took a shower and finally felt a trace of drowsiness. Soon, he drifted into the dreamscape he intended to reach.

It was the endless cosmos again. Qin Fen hovered in a space of indeterminate location, awaiting the appearance of the Light Man.

"Boy, waiting for me?"

The person emerging from the light and shadow had a slightly hoarse voice, a medium build, and was a little overweight, appearing to be in his late thirties or early forties. His short, chestnut-colored hair was parted on the side, and his features were strikingly handsome. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his dress trousers, exuding an air of scholarly elegance, while his eyes held a touch of laziness and world-weariness.

So handsome! Even as a man, Qin Fen couldn't help but secretly praise him internally. At the same time, he pondered what Jun Turbulence had said—could it be that this man’s fighting style was too circuitous, contrasting sharply with his own direct and powerful approach, meaning that learning from him might not only be unhelpful but could actually cause regression through negative influence?

"Yes." Facing the Light Man, whom he knew was unreal, Qin Fen still asked very politely: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Zeng Yicheng?"

"Oh?" The man’s eyes suddenly brightened. His smile was full of composure and magnanimity: "Why? Did Jun Turbulence mention me?"

"Yes."

"Then he probably also told you not to adopt my style entirely, right?" Zeng Yicheng’s smile radiated confidence and generosity: "He was correct, actually. It's not good to fully adopt my style. But neither is it good to learn nothing at all. I believe there are certain combat styles you should learn a bit of. Only by gathering the strengths of many masters can you forge your own fist style, wouldn't you agree?"

Qin Fen nodded repeatedly. Compared to Jun Turbulence, who had lectured with an air of condescending superiority, this Zeng Yicheng felt more like a refined professor in a university.

"You are Three-Star, correct?" Zeng Yicheng adjusted his power level to Three-Star: "Then, let us both use Three-Star power and spar a bit. The simplest way for martial artists to understand each other is through action."

Qin Fen nodded. Jun Turbulence was already so powerful; he presumed this Zeng Yicheng couldn't be far behind. Qin Fen had watched thousands of fights but lacked practical experience against masters. This elegant Zeng Yicheng was clearly an excellent mentor.

"You attack first, or should I?" Unlike Jun Turbulence or the Butchers, every movement Zeng Yicheng made radiated a serene, scholarly aura that calmed the mind.

Qin Fen knew the opponent was strong. Having fought alongside Jun Turbulence and the Butchers these past two days, he had been unconsciously influenced by them, launching an immediate offensive without any preliminary warning.

The muscles in his right leg rapidly swelled and contracted; the space beneath his foot seemed ready to explode. Qin Fen swept out three consecutive palm strikes, raising a fierce wind.

"Well met."

Still with that refined voice, Zeng Yicheng stepped half a pace forward, crossing his arms horizontally before his chest, a movement resembling the 'Cloud Hands' of Tai Chi, but which was actually the 'Horizontal Block and Hook' from Arhat Fist, designed to neutralize the three-palm strike.

The Horizontal Block and Hook fundamentally involved blocking with the arm, hooking the opponent's move with the wrist, and then flicking it aside to shatter their balance.

After the horizontal block, Zeng Yicheng's hook was illusory. With a flash of movement like lightning, he powerfully kicked Qin Fen's groin!

The Groin Raking Kick!

Although it was a phantom attack, striking a vital area carried serious danger. The very first Light Man had stated that the brain would perceive it as real, and physical functions could still be damaged. Qin Fen certainly didn't want the weighty responsibility of continuing the Qin family line to rest entirely on his older brother, Qin Zhan; he also wished to fulfill his filial duty in propagating the family line.

Qin Fen never would have imagined that a man possessing such refined dignity would use such a vile move. In haste, he retreated, pressing his palm down to deflect the base kick.

Qin Fen was fast, but Zeng Yicheng was no slower. This man flipped one hand, advancing two fingers straight toward Qin Fen's eyes.

A Groin Raking Kick followed by eye-gouging! Another utterly repulsive attack!

Dodging the offensive move by tilting his head back, Zeng Yicheng’s other hand already formed a Tiger Claw shape, aiming for Qin Fen's kidney area.

The kidneys are located near the waist; being struck there could lead to sterility, a move no different in consequence from the Groin Raking Kick.

Dragon Concealment! Qin Fen didn't even have time to counterattack; he first needed to evade this despicable strike.

A sly glint flashed in Zeng Yicheng's eyes. The hand reaching for Chu Nan’s kidney area shifted slightly lower, directly grabbing his scrotum—the notorious "Monkey Steals the Peach," deemed the most insidious move in the Federation!

Vile! All traces of scholarly elegance vanished from Zeng Yicheng’s face, replaced by an aura of pure depravity.

He was tricked! Only now did Qin Fen fully grasp the meaning behind Jun Turbulence's warning: this supremely skilled individual fought with utter unscrupulousness.

Blocking the Monkey Steals the Peach, Zeng Yicheng slid behind Qin Fen like a snake, two fingers erect, aiming directly for Qin Fen’s rear exit, determined to pierce him!

Chu Nan had been on the defensive since the fight began. Feeling Zeng Yicheng’s inherent viciousness, he finally found a chance to counter. He turned his body sharply to the left, using his right foot as an axis, swinging his left foot from left to back in a hooking motion before lifting it high! The Scorpion Tail!

Zeng Yicheng’s technique didn't change. His free hand had anticipated Chu Nan's move, driving a punch toward the Scorpion Tail.

In the flash of light and electricity, Qin Fen gritted his teeth, transforming the Scorpion Tail into a violent stomp of his right foot, sending his body shooting backward at extreme speed. He lunged toward Zeng Yicheng’s face before his opponent could react!

Vile meets vile! Hong Fist, Sitting Mountain Stance!

"Huh!"

This move greatly surprised Zeng Yicheng. In all the accumulated data collected by the liquid metal, Qin Fen had only ever practiced righteous, hard, and powerful methods, never displaying any underhanded fighting styles.

Rolling on the ground, Zeng Yicheng quickly moved far away. He sat on the ground, smiling at Qin Fen: "What a strong martial sense, what great talent! You truly are a successor of my Great Perfection School of Villany! In the midst of combat, you grasped the true essence of my Vile School."