The speed granted by injecting the Furious Elixir into his legs propelled Ru Zhen Qin Lin forward like a phantom. His body blurred, leaving behind a faint afterimage in his original spot, his fingers, crackling with blue lightning, lunged for Qin Fen’s eyes. His five fingers flicked in rapid succession, the afterimages creating the illusion of ten fingers dancing up and down, making it impossible to discern the real strike.

According to the rules of the Sky Martial Arts Combat Network, if the eyes were struck, the user would be blind for three days upon logging back into the network. This strike was clearly intended to keep Qin Fen offline for three days, or force him to spend money on a sight restoration potion.

Qin Fen was slightly taken aback. This was just a duel; was there any need to be so ruthless? To cut off his income for three days? A surge of anger immediately rose within him, and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art instantly permeated his soles.

The electric fingers were already upon him. Just then, Qin Fen’s ankle twisted sharply, causing his waist to fold slightly, his body coiling inward—it was the Dragon Concealing Body from the Shaolin Arhat Fist. His right hand formed a fist and delivered a standard, textbook strike: the Fierce Tiger Emerges from the Shaolin Arhat Fist. A sound of cracking bone instantly emanated from Ru Zhen Qin Lin’s chest. The entire man was sent flying back two zhang, spitting up great gulps of blood, the blue electric light receding completely from his limbs.

Everyone watching the duel was stunned into silence. Ru Zhen Qin Lin, after consuming the Furious Elixir and unleashing the dazzling Rapid Electric Finger technique, had been defeated in an instant!

The Dragon Concealing Body combined with the Fierce Tiger Emerges from the Shaolin Arhat Fist?!?

Someone had already activated the replay function of the duel recording, reconfirming that Ru Zhen Qin Lin had indeed been defeated by 'Thirty-Six Hours,' who was utilizing the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Art synergized with the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

How was this possible? The Shaolin Arhat Fist was the most rudimentary, common set of boxing techniques! Cultivators of both New Martial Arts and Ancient Martial Arts affectionately referred to it as the "calisthenics" of boxing.

A mere keyboard warrior, someone who had never engaged in actual combat, using a restricted internal energy technique, paired with the "calisthenics" of martial arts, had actually managed to defeat an opponent who had boosted his strength to nearly the level of a Quasi-Three-Star Warrior via the Furious Elixir!

Most astonishingly, it was an instant knockout! No way? Had the calisthenics defeated the New Martial Arts technique, the Rapid Electric Finger, which required payment to acquire?

Qin Fen, having won on his first move, felt none of the expected excitement of defeating an opponent. He hastily transferred the $515 into his bank account and immediately logged out.

How? How could this be? Qin Fen removed his helmet and sat staring blankly in the quiet room. Based on the data he had previously gathered, the success rate against a Furious Elixir-enhanced Ru Zhen Qin Lin was less than fifty percent. Moreover, it should have taken at least three hundred exchanges to completely exhaust the elixir’s effect. Only at the precise moment the drug wore off, when the user experienced a momentary shock of physical maladjustment, could victory be secured!

Even if Ru Zhen Qin Lin hadn't taken the Furious Elixir, an instant knockout would have been impossible! Qin Fen gazed out at the moon. What was going on today? Everything felt so unreal. Was his opponent careless? Or perhaps…

While Qin Fen was baffled, in the Free Zone Eleven of the Sky Martial Arts Combat Network, on Arena Eleven, Ru Zhen Qin Lin remained in a daze after exiting the battle mode. He still couldn't fathom what had happened in that single instant. How could he have lost to the Shaolin Arhat Fist?

The crowd that had lost money began to curse loudly. Running away immediately after winning was considered the most despicable act on the Sky Martial Arts Combat Network, and they had been unlucky enough to encounter it.

“Qin Lin! Stop spacing out. That guy only won through sheer luck!” “Exactly! Otherwise, why would he run away instantly!”

Was it really luck? Ru Zhen Qin Lin felt differently. Although he deeply disliked this 'keyboard warrior,' in the split second before his defeat, he clearly saw an unusual, profound calmness in the eyes of 'Thirty-Six Hours'—a look he had never encountered before.

After staying offline for a while, Qin Fen got up and began practicing the 'Shaolin Arhat Fist' in his cramped room, the routine he usually used for strength training: Double Elbow Block, Double Palm Press, Double Elbow Block, Interlacing Hand Block, Turning Single Fork, Double Wind Ear Slap, Turning Dragon Coil Downward Chop, Double Thrusting Palms…

After completing all forty-one forms of the 'Shaolin Arhat Fist,' Qin Fen felt not the slightest hint of fatigue. Instead, a vibrant, vital energy pulsed throughout his body.

Qin Fen looked at his hands in disbelief. This set of 'Shaolin Arhat Fist' that he had performed countless times before—previously, he had only been extremely proficient; today, it felt fluid, natural, as if it flowed effortlessly from heaven.

Recalling the battle scene with Ru Zhen Qin Lin, Qin Fen clenched his fists slightly. An uncontrollable excitement began to climb within his heart. So, this was what combat felt like—exhilarating.

Qin Fen moved his lips silently, taking a deep breath to suppress the surging battle intent and excitement in his chest. He brought his mind back to his original reason for entering the Sky Martial Arts Combat Network.

The articles! Qin Fen slapped his forehead. This was one of his sources of income. Although he had earned quite a bit from gambling today, that was unexpected income. The recordings of the two matches were barely enough to write one article. He needed to download the combat footage first.

Logging back into the Sky Martial Arts Combat Network, he immediately heard a rough voice shout, “Qin Lin, stop daydreaming! If this kid dares to log in again, I’ll challenge him the moment I see him and get revenge for you…”

The shouter’s voice hadn't even finished echoing when a figure shimmered in an empty seat in the audience section—Qin Fen, who had just fled, reappeared.

All eyes instantly focused on the man who had just shouted, their expressions seeming to convey: Well, buddy, the guy’s here now. Your move.

Qin Fen ignored the gazes of the crowd, and even ignored the rough voice, quickly operating his interface to download the recordings of the two recent matches.

After a brief silence, the rough voice sounded again: “‘Thirty-Six Hours,’ I challenge you! If you have the guts, fight me.”

A fight! Qin Fen was momentarily stunned. The blood that had cooled down offline a moment ago instantly began to heat up again. The battle lust that had just subsided surged forth uncontrollably, the impulse to fight relentlessly pounding against the reason he was trying to restrain.

“I’m here to get the combat footage, I’m here to get the combat footage,” Qin Fen muttered to himself repeatedly, surprised at his own words. What was happening to him today? He was instinctively accepting a challenge!

“‘Thirty-Six Hours,’ say something!” The challenger’s voice rang out again: “I challenge you.”

“Is there a stake?” Qin Fen blurted out, feeling surprised himself. What was wrong today? He was unconsciously agreeing to fight!

P.S.: It seems a bit early for ticket soliciting, but I'll try asking anyway.