The Jungle Ranger armor had many minimal configurations, one of which was portable operation, a method used by almost all Jungle Ranger operators that consumed almost none of the operator’s strength.

The Jungle Ranger also possessed another mode of operation: pure manual power, a method that barely engaged the power core. In its initial development, many preferred to call this mobile armor simply "power armor." The Jungle Ranger resembled the armor of ancient knights, equipped with various weaponry, arguably even surpassing the bulkier mobile armors.

Its arms enveloped the wearer's arms, its legs encased the pilot's legs, and its torso surrounded the operator’s body—unlike other mobile armors, it required no separate cockpit.

Chen Ni's roaring voice once again startled and killed a flock of birds. Qin Fen’s mecha’s iron face turned coldly to the left and right. His legs slowly spread apart and forward, adopting a deep horse stance. His right fist was tucked near his waist, while his left fist extended straight out, loosely locking onto Chen Ni, adopting a stance for martial combat.

Not shedding the Jungle Ranger? Lü Dongbin’s brow twitched. Was he afraid of being sliced? Or had Qin Fen, accustomed to an unbroken winning streak since his debut, allowed victory to cloud his judgment? Wearing the mobile armor offered him no protection; on the contrary, the device had become an impediment to his fighting.

"Oh? Captain Zhan Peng, what is the meaning of this?"

"Indeed! He won't even dismount the Jungle Ranger? His opponent is an Eighteenth Star level martial artist."

"Exactly! While the Jungle Ranger’s material composition is excellent, the physical strength of an Eighteenth Star martial artist isn't something that metal can just break through. Even if Qin Fen lands a punch, he’d only manage to scrap the mech's mechanical arm, right? Is he so confident that even encased within the Jungle Ranger, he can protect the armor while defeating Chen Ni?"

"Let's watch. This kind of fight isn't something you see every day."

The Jungle Ranger positioned at the very front of the ranks held an unmistakable excitement in his tone. The formation immediately fell silent again.

"You—" Chen Ni's furious roar caused the bulging veins on his bald head to distort the character for "Sin." His ten fingers snapped loudly, as if each one had been forcefully broken. His body lowered slightly towards the ground. This refusal to dismount the mobile armor, and using the Shaolin Arhat Fist as his opening stance, could almost be considered an outright insult.

Fueled by hatred and this physical slight, Chen Ni’s eyes shot wide open. His feet suddenly pushed off the ground like a pouncing beast. The dirt he displaced shot out with the velocity of bullets, tearing through the air with sharp "Chiu, chiu" sounds, raining down on various tree trunks. The fragile soil particles punched clean through the wood!

In a sudden transformation, Chen Ni became a leopard! The cannon-shot intensity of his charge, though fierce, lacked true wild frenzy. His body rushed forward almost glued to the ground; wherever his gangqi passed, the rotting grass immediately cracked open. His five fingers spread wide and thrust out with a tearing sound! His muscles and nails, merged with gangqi, became claws of profound iron, aiming for the heart and lungs! Simultaneously, his body shot upward, a taut beng-beng-beng sound echoing from his bones like a forcefully drawn longbow.

In that instant! With his body nearly scraping the ground, Chen Ni straightened his waist and raised his head. His chest lifted off the ground, and his entire form soared like a fierce eagle or a dragon ascending to the heavens. A chilling killing intent shot straight up towards the nine heavens, like the sudden eruption of resentment and murderous spirit from a million corpses—a malevolence and qi that no immortal artifact could suppress.

Lü Dongbin hadn't expected Chen Ni to be this powerful. If he had been in this state when facing He Xiangu earlier, she would have already been shredded into pieces.

Qin Fen stared at Chen Ni's raised claws. His five fingernails were slender and compressed, covered in dark, winding blue veins across his entire palm, resembling an iron gauntlet woven from countless steel wires. That thrust aimed at the heart and lungs shifted instantly through a continuous sequence: sweep, hook, twist, tear, rip—a single strike capable of reducing a person to scattered debris.

"Sky Slice? Flowing Light Slash?" A sudden flash of insight hit Lü Dongbin. This was the infamous Flowing Light Slash user, Chen Ni! The genius martial artist who massacred 642 civilians without reason merely to test the extent of his technique, and later, while being hunted as an Eighteenth Star practitioner, ripped apart a Seventeenth Star pursuer, earning his infamous name.

He Xiangu’s expression grew grave. If this attack were aimed at her, she would have been completely trapped by his ever-changing maneuvers, leaving no possibility for counterattack.

The two-meter-tall Jungle Ranger suddenly recoiled fiercely. A camouflaged green afterimage remained standing tall, but its body seemed to instantly shed its shell like a cicada. Its body shrank, pulled back, and retreated downward, causing the overwhelming claws to lose their target instantly.

Chen Ni twisted his wrist downward to press the attack, trying to pursue, but found the camouflaged green mobile armor was no longer where it had been standing. Its thick metal arm swiveled sharply, swinging upward from his abdomen, then shifting left. The cold metal chassis flashed past his armpit, carrying a howling gale, and shot straight past him. A perfect Shaolin Arhat Fist—Fierce Tiger Emerging from the Cave—delivered him ten meters behind Chen Ni, where it stopped.

Pffft...

The heart! Chen Ni saw the heart that should have been inside his body, now beating strongly within the cold metal palm, occasionally letting out soft huhu sounds.

"Chen Ni, for testing the power of your martial arts, you massacred 642 civilians, killed twelve pursuers, indirectly causing the deaths of 317 more civilians, generating massive public outrage. Your rank on the Wanted List is S-Class, with a bounty of five hundred million!"

Qin Fen's voice remained as calm as it had been initially, as if he were holding not a beating human heart in his palm. His metal visor accompanied his voice, which was devoid of feeling but relentlessly recited Chen Ni’s life record.

Qin Fen would not forget that day when, needing money, he had used the network in the army to investigate various wanted criminals and their bounties. He recalled seeing this name because of its astonishingly high reward, and he had once intensely fantasized about what it would be like if this scoundrel was severely beaten, and he captured him personally. He never expected that dream would materialize today, though in a manner far different from what he had envisioned.

"I annihilated the Zuo family; anyone related to that can come seek revenge from me, but you—" The Jungle Ranger’s metal right arm gently wiggled its metal index finger: "—You are not qualified."

Bang! The Jungle Ranger’s cold left hand clenched shut. The still strongly vital heart turned into a pulp, and fresh blood sprayed violently through the gaps in the cold steel fingers.

"You—"

Chen Ni watched his heart shatter, his body collapsing weakly to the ground with a dull thud. All his former arrogance, killing intent, and madness vanished. He was nothing more than a cold corpse.

"So strong!" Lü Dongbin stared blankly at Qin Fen, a chill running down his spine, surging from his lower back straight to the back of his skull. His hands and feet instantly felt cold. Was this the rumored Qin Fen? The Qin Fen who killed the Dragon-Subduing Arhat, Li Jianglong, with a single punch?

Strong! Truly too strong! Lü Dongbin broke out in goosebumps. This was the first time since becoming a Martial Dao Master that witnessing a battle caused his body to react with instinctive chills.

From beginning to end, he never stepped out of the Jungle Ranger—this cold metal armor—yet he used it to eliminate an Eighteenth Star Martial Dao Grandmaster!

Lü Dongbin’s eye corners twitched incessantly. Yet, the most terrifying and unbelievable part was the combat technique Qin Fen employed: one move, Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell, followed by the Arhat Fist’s signature move, Fierce Tiger Emerging from the Cave. A dignified Eighteenth Star Martial Dao Grandmaster died by what looked like calisthenics boxing moves. It was no wonder that the Grandmaster-level fighter, who had made such a formidable entrance, died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Any Martial Dao Master, if they died by the Fierce Tiger Emerging from the Cave move of the Arhat Fist—a mere exercise routine—would likely die unable to close their eyes in peace.

The entire battlefield fell deathly silent, not even a crow to be heard. The large contingent of Tianmen martial artists were all stunned, rendered senseless. Chen Ni, who was so powerful that his mere roar and killing intent could injure others, was dead—and he died so humiliatingly! The method of killing—crushing a heart—was so brutal.

Every Tianmen martial artist lived on the edge of death and had witnessed countless ways to die; they had seen dismemberment more than once. But seeing someone’s heart gouged out, followed by calm words, and finally, the heart being crushed—that was unprecedented.

The cold voice matched the cold iron mask, and in that instant, Qin Fen branded an incredibly cruel image into the hearts of the Tianmen martial artists! This image quickly merged with the rumors they had already heard about him.

"That strong!"

"Captain Zhan Peng, did you predict this?"

"Is this Brother Zhan's sibling? No wonder the outside world nicknamed him 'Monster.'"

The Jungle Ranger at the front maintained its initial stillness. The gaze shooting out from the observation port had already left the recent battle. He scanned the surroundings methodically, replying faintly, "I didn't predict it. His strength exceeded my expectations. I thought he would shatter the mobile armor at a critical moment to fight Chen Ni hand-to-hand. He eliminated Chen Ni without ever exiting the armor; I did not calculate that. Keep observing the surroundings; our prey might appear soon."

Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong...

Lü Dongbin felt the 'expert' inside the iron box beneath his feet growing increasingly restless. He frowned tightly, staring at Qin Fen, secretly guessing: was the agitation caused by unknown danger? Or was it the strength and killing aura Qin Fen had unleashed in that instant?

"Hand over the new energy source and the new metal, and you may leave."

Qin Fen's words after battling Chen Ni echoed again, seeming to carry a faint hint of bloodlust to everyone listening. The fight had left too profound an impression.

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