The remaining person, the one called "Red Ball," glared at Qin Fen with immense frustration. His comrade’s death felt so undeserved; to maintain their concealment, they had forcefully suppressed their aura, and before they could unleash their full strength, they were caught completely off guard. Otherwise, since they were all Three-Star Warriors, the outcome wouldn't be decided in just one or two exchanges.

Aiming for more points, Qin Fen remained silent, taking a single step forward that covered nearly three meters. He continued employing the broad, sweeping style of the Shaolin Arhat Fist.

With his comrade dead, Red Ball became far more cautious. He anchored his stance, channeling power throughout his body. Clenching both fists, he met Qin Fen’s incoming strike head-on, possessing extreme confidence in his new martial art, the Iron Battle Body.

Qin Fen’s arm trembled slightly, and Red Ball instantly felt the ferocity he had sensed moments before warp into something utterly bizarre.

In a flash of lightning and flint, Red Ball saw a shadow dart out at an almost impossible angle, its target unequivocally his vital lower region!

Despicable! Shameless! An extremely despicable and shameless fighting style!

A person could possess numerous different combat techniques, but it was difficult to possess two, or more than two, distinct fighting temperaments.

A combat temperament was usually something cultivated over long periods of probing and exploration, or an aura developed through a master's instruction.

To combine two radically different combat temperaments within one individual was exceedingly rare.

Red Ball could never have imagined that the person radiating the overwhelming, thunderous, and fierce temperament a split second ago could instantly switch to being so treacherous and vile.

The transition was too swift. Red Ball’s mind could barely keep up with Qin Fen’s leg swing aimed at his groin, but his body, due to its prior commitment to the exchange, simply couldn't react in time.

Smack!

Although the Iron Battle Body could theoretically be trained to protect the lower vital areas, that was undeniably the most vulnerable part of the human body. A Three-Star Iron Battle Body had not yet hardened that area to the point of being impervious metal.

Qin Fen’s cultivation art was the most power-generating one: the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. This kick sent Red Ball flying upward, his feet losing contact with the ground.

Deprived of grounding, Qin Fen instantly closed the distance, grabbed Red Ball’s leg, and violently yanked him back towards his own position. His free left hand slammed a punch into Red Ball's head: the Hong Quan Drawing Arrow Hammer!

Without any suspense, Red Ball was instantly declared dead by the system.

Watching his score tick up to three, Qin Fen happily adjusted his breathing and swiftly moved away from the main avenue.

The gap between Three-Star masters was usually not significant, so one-hit kills were rare. Qin Fen considered himself quite fortunate to dispatch three opponents so easily.

Especially the last one using the Iron Battle Body—that was the foundational technique for what was called the ultimate hard martial art of the new era, the Titanium Extreme Body; its defensive power surpassed even the Iron Cloth Shirt or the Golden Bell Shield. If Qin Fen hadn't suddenly shifted his fighting style, finishing him off would likely not have been so straightforward.

“Bad luck!”

Red Ball, reborn somewhere unknown in the God of War Arena, stood with his hands on his hips, recalling the fight with deep resentment.

“If it hadn't been for that shameless kick shattering my weak spot…” Red Ball gritted his teeth, “I wouldn’t necessarily have lost to him! Such terrible luck! To fight an opponent practicing the labor-intensive martial art, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. If it had been someone else, even if they knew my weak spot, a single kick probably wouldn’t have broken through my defense!”

Qin Fen sprinted through the sparse woods on the plain. In the first hour of the match, he had killed twenty-five enemies! Most of these were secured through ambushes; only a few victories came from direct confrontation.

Three-Star Warriors were no easy targets. Even someone as formidable as Qin Fen would likely suffer significant stamina drain if he had to fight twenty-five of them head-on.

His objective in the God of War Arena was crystal clear: victory! Winning was all that mattered, whether achieved through stealth leading to the final triumph or through direct combat. The priority was to conserve stamina as much as possible, as the God of War Arena was not a quick event but a two-hour endurance battle.

More importantly, Qin Fen had only recently entered the Three-Star realm and knew he hadn't reached his peak strength yet. In an arena full of Three-Star experts, others might still surpass him in raw power. If he didn't conserve energy, winning in the end would be extremely difficult.

Another half hour passed, and Qin Fen's tally climbed to forty-five points, placing him among the top three scores in today's arena match.

When fighting opponents of equal Three-Star strength, victory in mutual destruction was inherently unpredictable. Even Qin Fen himself was surprised to have managed forty-five kills. He admitted that without combining the Butcher's killing techniques, Geri Le’s stealth skills, and the treacherous fighting style followed by the fierce approach favored by the King of Cunning, Zeng Yi Cheng, he wouldn't have achieved this score.

Killing forty-five people only put him in third place? Qin Fen looked at his ranking score with astonishment. How many people had the top two experts killed? How had they managed it? Had they been fighting in coordinated groups?

Throughout the process of killing those forty-five people, Qin Fen had encountered a few small groups of three or four, always ensuring he landed the final blow on one member to boost his own kill count.

The system's voice boomed across the arena: "The final thirty minutes of the God of War Arena are commencing. Scoring calculations will now use a new conversion…"

Qin Fen’s recently relaxed nerves snapped taut. For the first ninety minutes, killing any opponent yielded only one point.

But entering the final ninety minutes, killing the person currently ranked first would award one hundred and ten points! Killing the second would grant ninety points! The third would yield sixty points! The fifth would grant forty points, and the fourth would grant fifty points! Killing anyone in the top ten would give thirty points. Killing anyone in the top one hundred would grant ten points. Those between the top 200 and the top 100 would receive five points, while everyone else still earned one point.

This wasn't all! To heighten everyone’s excitement, the top ten individuals’ locations would be revealed to the entire system. Regardless of the distance separating them, they could request the system to instantly teleport them within a five-hundred-meter radius of their target. The system would then point out the general vicinity but not the precise location, as a measure to protect those who utilized concealment techniques.

Those ranked between the top 200 and the top 100 would have their locations broadcast to everyone in the entire God of War Arena, though they lacked the privilege of instant teleportation.

As for the top hundred, they held the right to request the system to reveal the location of any one of the top ten.

Qin Fen quickly regulated his breathing and immediately queried the location of the current number one ranked player. Eliminating him would instantly net him one hundred and ten points.

"First-place location locked. Do you wish to teleport?" the system inquired.

"Not for now," Qin Fen replied.