The strike landed with perfect timing, achieving a level of exquisite precision that was simultaneously utterly ignominious.*** Even Qin Fen himself found the execution of that blow almost unbelievable; the decisive point of victory had prompted his body to instinctively deploy a tactic once used by Zeng Yicheng. It was only at that moment he understood why Zeng Yicheng had badgered him into sparring for an entire night.

Combat techniques didn't always need constant verbal instruction; being relentlessly suppressed in continuous fighting could easily cause the disadvantaged party to unconsciously mimic the opponent’s methods, especially for someone like Qin Fen with his phenomenal martial intuition—his body simply auto-memorized aspects of his fighting adversaries. "Damn it!" Butcher not only failed to seize victory but was instantly put on the defensive, dodging the vulgar "Monkey Steals the Peach" with a "Grasshopper Jump" drawn from the New Army Basic Boxing.

Having finally seized an opening, Qin Fen had no intention of letting Butcher escape. He pursued immediately with the "Arhat Cloud Steps," simultaneously launching a low kick aimed directly at Butcher’s groin again.

The few veteran soldiers watching widened their eyes. Hadn't Squad Leader Hao said this kid specialized in upright, orthodox boxing styles?

How could he suddenly devolve into such ignoble tactics in the blink of an eye? The "Waste Captain" hadn't paid much attention to Qin Fen’s initial fighting until Qin Fen unleashed a series of vulgar moves; his expression slowly began to sharpen with excitement.

The "Waste Air Combat Team" was the self-proclaimed title used within the Air Combat Net; outsiders had another designation for them: the "Wimpy Team"! Previously, the Waste Captain had been debating how to integrate the righteous boxing style of Qin Fen with his own air combat skills.

Now, it seemed this kid truly possessed an incredible, vulgar talent! Qin Fen was unaware of the Waste Captain's thoughts; if he had known, he would certainly have told the man that anyone sparring with the King of Vulgarity for a night would inevitably be influenced.

\\ Following the groin kick came the eye gouge! After several rounds of ignoble strikes, Butcher’s momentary lapse in vigilance had left him completely at a disadvantage and in a state where defeat could come at any second.

It wasn't that Butcher was incapable; it was that the intelligence provided by Squad Leader Hao contained an error, leading to a preconceived notion. Had he known nothing about Qin Fen, he wouldn't have ended up so wretched, perhaps only shifting the advantage to a stalemate at worst.

Another groin kick! Butcher roared, his Four-Star strength surging, instantly accelerating his speed, and he batted away Qin Fen's attack with a palm strike.

Though the Four-Star level repelled Qin Fen, Butcher dared not immediately revert to Three-Star; the recent vulgarity had given him too unsettling a feeling! Qin Fen’s vulgar combat skills carried an element of stiffness, clearly indicating they were recently acquired!

In that moment of Butcher’s hesitation, Qin Fen had already closed the distance again. His shoulders trembled slightly, and a powerful aura erupted, completely superseding the previous vulgarity.

Butcher felt as though he wasn't facing a man, but the raging tide of the ocean! Qin Fen’s palms flashed out, the air faintly echoing the furious roar of ocean waves—"Furious Raging Tide!"** The palm shadows covered the sky, each strike carrying a roaring power.

Butcher dared not be careless; the strength he had just raised to Four-Star shifted again, reaching Meteor-level! Bang bang bang bang!

Butcher staggered back two steps, his wrists tingling, staring with a mixture of shock and delight at Qin Fen, who was bracing his knees, gasping for breath. Hoo-hoo-hoo… The spectators shouted their excitement and surprise; how could a newly enlisted recruit be this strong?

If not for the slightly awkward transition between his vulgar and ferocious combat styles, if not for the stiffness in that strange burst of ultimate moves, and if not for his current less-than-peak physical stamina, Butcher at Four-Star might have suffered a severe injury! Qin Fen’s two arms felt as if pierced by countless needles.

The Furious Raging Tide was already unfamiliar, and to win against a higher level, he had even integrated the specialized technique he was developing—concentrating power for explosive force—into the Raging Tide. The already stiff attack became even more rigid.

Qin Fen smiled lightly. During that brief fight, his body seemed to have gained some insight into Butcher’s killing methods; next time he met Zeng Yicheng, he would let him taste the lethal techniques of the military.

If he could fuse three different styles… Qin Fen trembled with excitement; that would create an even stronger existence! But the undertaking was monumental, something that couldn't be accomplished in a day or two.

Butcher gently moved his tingling palms: "Kid, was that your ultimate move? What’s it called?" "Furious Raging Tide," Qin Fen managed to recover a little stamina.

Although his arms were still throbbing intensely from the impact of the Meteor-level strike, forcing a Meteor-level expert two steps back while only at Three-Star—perhaps he was the first in the entire Federation to achieve that—filled him with pride. "The name certainly matches," Butcher praised, then his expression shifted: "People of the Qin family are monsters!

Back then, Qin Zhan also..." Butcher didn't finish, but Qin Fen vaguely guessed he wasn't the first to accomplish such a feat; perhaps his elder brother had done something similar. "Alright!

Butcher, I’ve let you off easy on time today. It’s my turn!" The Waste Captain had been impatient for a long time, grabbing Qin Fen’s arm and dragging him toward the Air Combat Room.

The Air Combat Room wasn't the helmet setup found on the troop transport vessel; it consisted of actual aircraft simulation cockpits, filling a massive hall covering ten thousand square meters—the first Air Combat Chamber—with rows upon rows of simulation cabins. These were far more advanced and realistic than helmets, simulating everything from aircraft vibrations to various combat scenarios—truly real planes, short of actual flight.

"Kid, know how to play?" the Waste Captain asked, brimming with excitement. Qin Fen nodded: "I've seen introductions to these simulation cockpits on the Air Combat Net." "Excellent!" The Waste Captain slapped Qin Fen's shoulder: "Channel Twenty, Frenzied Melee!

For now, you're called Waste Reserve Rookie." Qin Fen nodded, entered the combat net, input the name the Waste Captain requested, and selected his favorite fighter, the Ghost Space Fighter. "Kid!

Over here!" The Waste Captain piloted a Satan Destroyer-class space fighter, its massive skull insignia bearing the eye-catching characters 'Waste' behind it, signaling his own rather bold personality. "Go on, shoot down that pink fighter jet ahead of me!" the Waste Captain said, still excited.

"Let’s see how much strength you really have."