The endless green stretched before them.

This was the extra-dimensional space named Pandora by the Number One Brain. Towering emerald vegetation was ubiquitous, and all sorts of small insects and creatures darted through the woods—creatures intentionally seeded into this space by the Creation Society, with the original intent to destroy this world.

To destroy a world doesn't always require cannons or bombs. If a world is suddenly populated by a dozen species that have no natural predators, and their reproductive rates are extremely fast, they will quickly overrun the world and ultimately destroy it.

The collapse of the food chain is the world's demise.

Scientists always aim to achieve their goals in the simplest and most effective manner.

However, this time, the Creation Society's method proved entirely ineffective. The Queen Bee acted as the god of this realm; long before this space was first bombarded, its forebears had already consumed countless different species.

When the Creation Society released one species into this space, the Queen Bee immediately produced over a hundred different species in response. These were either interconnected within a new food chain or acted as natural enemies to the very creatures the Creation Society had introduced.

The more species the Creation Society released, the more the Queen Bee produced. When she no longer needed to concern herself with whether the creatures she produced were capable of combat, it presented almost no challenge to her core being.

In the end, the dozen or so species released by the Creation Society merely served to enrich this world. These invasive creatures did not cause any serious environmental damage; instead, they dutifully slotted themselves into the ecosystem.

Qin Fen hovered above the treetops, marveling at the vast jungle that stretched as far as the eye could see. The scientists of the Creation Society were indeed madmen; they had engineered such a miraculous world.

Thump... thump... thump... thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud...

A continuous sound of heavy metal striking the ground echoed incessantly. One hundred purely mechanical combat robots materialized in the jungle, their two hundred red scanning beams rapidly probing the surroundings, registering every biological energy signature.

Lin Liqiang sat smiling on the shoulder of one combat robot, curiously observing this magical world he had never truly entered before.

Du Peng stood with his arms crossed over his chest, assessing the environment.

Brooks, holding his sheathed, broad battle saber, also regarded his surroundings with curiosity. This was the wondrous world of Pandora.

The Number One Brain watched the two groups of people on the projection screen, finding himself increasingly unable to comprehend the thinking of today's youth.

Every single young person entering the extra-dimensional space of Pandora was a renowned powerhouse among the Federation's martial artists today. They should have understood the immense power and danger posed by the creatures within Pandora.

Separated fingers are never as strong as a tightly clenched fist—a simple truth even a three-year-old understands. Yet these young people chose not to unite but instead split into two teams, each entering the territory of a Demon Marshal-level entity.

Why take such a risk? The Number One Brain could not fathom it. As a scientist, he sought effective annihilation of the enemy; he couldn't grasp what these young martial artists were thinking.

The two hundred combat robots were evenly distributed between the two young men who had just awakened their psychic abilities.

Hiss... hiss...

Sounds of friction from moving creatures occasionally broke the silence in the waist-high grass of the forest. A Wolf-Man, as tall as an ox and as powerfully built as a tiger, suddenly leaped from the undergrowth, its sharp teeth aimed directly at Qin Fen's throat, froth bubbling around its jaws.

Whoosh!

A massive pillar of fire erupted from beside Qin Fen, shooting toward the sky. The airborne Wolf-Man didn't even manage a scream; it plummeted back to the ground like a piece of charred wood, instantly shattering into more than a dozen fragments of black charcoal, giving no indication that it had once been a Wolf-Man possessing strength equivalent to a human five-star master.

"Not bad! Other than the high cost, these combat robots are truly useful," Lin Liqiang snapped his fingers, admiring the robot beside him whose mouth was emitting high-temperature flames capable of instantly carbonizing a living being.

Qin Fen glanced at the carbonized creature on the ground and nodded in agreement. Coupled with psychic control, the combat robots were indeed immensely powerful, but the cost remained prohibitive.

A single precise and powerful combat robot possessed astonishing lethality, and when equipped with its high-tech weaponry, it was more efficient than the Grim Reaper's scythe. Unfortunately, the price was too high. If such an expensive machine were hit by a single armor-piercing explosive shell, it would be instantly scrapped.

How much did an armor-piercing explosive shell cost? Even the most expensive wouldn't be more than a thousand yuan, perhaps ten thousand at most.

How much did a meticulously crafted, fully armed combat robot cost? How much time? How much labor? Such devices were currently perfectly suited for attacking the creatures of the Pandora extra-dimension. But the question remained: among the strange creatures the Queen Bee was currently producing, were there any specifically designed to counter these combat robots?

Treading over the carbonized corpses, Qin Fen advanced quickly, making no effort to conceal his movements. The Queen Bee was virtually the sovereign of this world. Just as humans used surveillance satellites to monitor this realm, the Queen Bee had also produced creatures called Earth-Link Worms that burrowed beneath the roots in the soil.

News of human intrusion into the extra-dimension would reach the local leader-level demon beasts immediately. According to the Number One Brain's analysis, these Earth-Link Worms could even form a kind of projection, relaying what they saw in a fully three-dimensional manner to the demon beast commanders for them to judge whether reinforcement was necessary.

"Qin Fen," the voice of the Number One Brain came through Qin Fen's earpiece, transmitting the information he saw on the projection screen in real-time. "Your activities have been noted by the local Demon Marshal. After some consideration, he has not issued a call for reinforcements but is rapidly gathering his forces and moving toward your position."

"The territory you have entered is the Sickle Demon Marshal's zone."

The Sickle Demon Marshal? Qin Fen quickly recalled the basic information collected about him by the Number One Brain.

The Sickle Demon Beast: three meters tall, with arms shaped like incredibly sharp sickles capable of easily slicing super-alloys. These arms could separate into weapons resembling a nine-section whip, allowing for attacks that were both hard and flexible. Its teeth were sharp and hard, capable of easily tearing through space alloys. It possessed four legs for high-speed movement and eight eyes on its head, allowing it to observe its surroundings from any angle. It was bloodthirsty and extremely dangerous.

Under its command were two Demon Generals: the Lion-Scorpion Beast, which could walk upright or on all fours, possessing sharp claws and teeth, a tail as hard as steel, and potent venom as its signature attack; and the Little Sickle Demon Beast, similar in appearance to the Sickle Demon Marshal but weaker.

Rumble... rumble... rumble...

The earth began to shake. The birds nesting in the treetops took to the air in waves, filled with primal killing intent. They swept through layers of forest, overwhelming everything around them, surging toward Qin Fen and his team.

More than a dozen large trees collapsed. The combat robots quickly piled these trees up, converting them into a temporary combat fortress. Six-barreled Gatling guns, new-model Metal Storms, flamethrowers, nitrogen sprayers, sulfuric acid sprayers...

A unique crossfire net was formed by various weapons positioned at different points. Small missiles launched from the open rear armor plates of the combat robots rained down.

Qin Fen clicked his tongue in awe. These top-tier weapons were useless against the Demon Marshals themselves, but they were hardly negligible against the coming tide of demon beasts.

If the two great spaces were ever locked in a decisive conflict, it would likely be an extermination war! The defeated side would almost certainly be wiped out by the victor.

In their final desperate counterattack, the annihilated side would unleash world-shattering force. At that moment, whether divine beast martial artists or individuals like himself, they would face the upper echelon of the demon beast army—high-level demon beasts—with no time to spare for the sheer volume of low-level ones.

Engaging those would fall to human warships, aircraft, mechanized armor, and soldiers; even civilians might be drawn into the fight.

The relentless, pervasive frenzy of those demon beasts made it difficult to assume they wouldn't breach human territory. These combat robots would undoubtedly become irreplaceable assets in that fight.

The ground tremors intensified. Qin Fen started when the first wave of demon beasts charged out of the woods: Elephants? Elephants covered in scales! Their flanks sprouted sword-like needles resembling those of a porcupine, though these were far larger—each sharp point nearly half a person's height, the wicked tips carrying the aura that they could pierce steel plating.

"Biological tanks?"

Qin Fen was startled, watching the giant Elephant-Monsters charging at high speed. These creatures were not in the Number One Brain’s data. Not only were their bodies evolving, but their minds were evolving too.

Human warfare had followed a similar path: mechanized coordination complementing infantry charges, with tanks serving as the spearhead.

Were these colossal demon beasts not the tanks of humanity’s past, the mechanized armor of the present? And were the beasts flanking them not the infantry?

"The Queen Bee is terrifying..." Qin Fen sighed again as he surveyed the assault before him. The biological world of this extra-dimension possessed no productivity whatsoever; they made no materials for living or production, nor did they have corresponding social strata.

This was a purely militarized expansion—a unique biological world whose entire evolutionary path was geared toward offense, combat, and destruction.

If such a group of organisms were to break out of the Pandora extra-dimension, the human world, even if not utterly defeated, would suffer massive depletion, and technology might even regress significantly.

"Mechanization!" Lin Liqiang raised a hand to wipe drool from his chin. "These are all specimens worthy of study! Thank the heavens for granting me such an opportunity!"

Clack... clack... clack...

The hundred-plus combat robots collectively adjusted their firing positions.

Lin Liqiang suddenly spread his arms wide and roared, "Fire!"

In an instant, the forest was filled with the cacophony of gunfire and shrieks of agony. The whirlwind of metal shredding from the Metal Storms, the continuous burst from the Gatling guns, the bombardment from the high-temperature flamethrowers, and the impact of missiles instantly halted the advance of the demon beast army.

The demon beasts of the extra-dimension clearly hadn't expected their opponents to be entirely different from anything they had encountered before. The firing accuracy targeted vital weak points like eyes rather than just hitting their tough scales; the attack was cold, efficient, and utterly devoid of emotion.

When a half-meter-long sharp arrow shot out, the metal combat robots would unhesitatingly raise an arm to intercept. If an arm was pierced, rockets would launch from their shoulder joints, using the entire arm as a rocket launcher to propel it into the beast horde for detonation.

The demon beasts were typically a group fearless of death or injury, but for the first time, they discovered their enemy was even more indifferent to death and harm.

In the span of a mere dozen breaths, the leading ranks of the charging beasts were utterly annihilated by the mobile storm controlled by Lin Liqiang's combat robots.

Furious roars shook the forest. Qin Fen sensed the directly advancing beasts beginning to disperse, forming something resembling an encirclement—a tactic to surround and crush them like dumplings.

"Qin Fen, that was the language of the demon beasts," the Number One Brain's voice crackled over the comms. "The Sickle Demon Marshal just ordered that these 'foodstuffs' should be captured alive if possible, kept intact to present to the Queen Bee for cultivation into stronger war beasts."

"Is that so?" Lin Liqiang chuckled. "I don't need live specimens; dead ones will do just as well."

With another roar, three massive figures burst through the forest canopy into the air. The backs of two dark silhouettes unfolded transparent wings resembling those of a dragonfly, while the central figure's wings, resembling those of a beautiful butterfly, looked delicate and fragile but allowed for extremely fast flight!

"They can evolve many abilities and even learn human martial arts, but..." The Number One Brain's voice carried a note of mockery, "...aside from the Queen Bee, they cannot learn the Martial Void Technique. Thus, they rely on various wings for flight."

Qin Fen looked up at the Sickle Demon Marshal, whose beautiful, butterfly-like wings were spread wide. Even from a thousand meters away, he could feel the ferocious killing intent, the anger, and the sheer power radiating from it.

"Is that the Sickle Demon Marshal?" Qin Fen clenched his fists, a battle urge rising within him. The Gang Qi inside his body spun wildly, surging upward. His heart pounded, forcing blood through his system like the war drums before a clash on an ancient battlefield.

"Still not there? Still unable to reach the Heavenly Gang realm?" Qian Jin frowned slightly, looking down at his body, which was nearly the color of ice jade. "Even with this much compression and condensation, can it not form Heavenly Gang? Ru Lai must have done it this way; why can't I? Spinning in a vortex to tightly cinch the Earthly Gang true Qi infused with martial arts..."

"Old Qin," Brooks rested his hand on the hilt of his battle saber and smiled at the Little Sickle Demon Beast in the sky. "I'll let you have the big one today. When we get back, you owe me a feast! I don't lack money, but earning a treat from you gives me a greater sense of achievement, especially considering your personality maximizes ours."

A feast? Personality? Qin Fen looked up at the three-meter-tall Sickle Demon Marshal and laughed. Yes, personality! His personality and Ru Lai's are fundamentally different. His methods might not suit me. My Master is reluctant to give me too much direct advice on martial arts now; if he pushes any further, I will surely follow their old paths.

A feast! That’s it! Is the Divine Fist Dao one of petty contraction? Qin Fen smiled and slowly ascended, spreading his arms, allowing the compressed power to fully expand outward in continuous bursts!

Diffusion! Expansion! Qin Fen felt that while his raw strength hadn't increased dramatically, the martial Earthly Gang Qi was transforming. It changed rapidly, the Gang Qi impacting every inch of his skin.

The sound of his heartbeat grew louder. The blood rushing through Qin Fen’s body sounded like dozens, even hundreds, of taps turned on full blast, the rushing noise like a rising tide. Thick blue veins reappeared and jumped beneath his skin. His complexion shifted from bluish-black to fiery red, finally settling on a faint gold. His bones stretched instantly.

Bone extension! Tendon stretching! Qin Fen unleashed his power without restraint. His body, which had long stopped growing, shot up in an instant to three meters tall, transforming him into a genuine mobile armor suit!

Heavenly Gang Qi burst from his body, soaring toward the heavens! Majestic power surged, demonic flames blazed! In an instant, Qin Fen became even more demonic than the beasts, like a demon king who had broken through the void to descend upon the world.

The Sickle Demon Marshal's eight eyes blinked rapidly. It could not comprehend how a human could transform like this in the span of a breath. Furthermore, that aura inspired an impulse of worship in it!

On the ground, of the demon beasts preparing to attack, half immediately knelt down!

The Number One Brain watched all this on the projection screen in disbelief. Qin Fen was indeed outstanding; he didn't deny that. But his current power level could not compare to Qilin. When those beasts encountered Qilin, even in the human world, when Qilin went all out, not a single beast had ever knelt in worship. What was happening now?

Awoooo, awoooo, awoooo! The Sickle Demon Marshal roared in fury. The beasts kneeling on the ground scrambled back up, trembling, but their desire to attack had vanished.

"Is this the Divine Fist Dao?" Lin Liqiang shook his head repeatedly. "To me, it looks more like the Demonic Fist Dao! Old Qin now looks like a peerless arch-demon crawled out of hell! If there’s anything divine about him, it’s probably just that single white wing?"

With his full strength unleashed, Qin Fen’s Shenmo (Divine Demon) Body manifested its black and white wings, coupled with the soaring Heavenly Gang Qi. The expression of invincibility he projected swept over every inch of the surrounding space without concealment.

"We can't let Old Qin steal all the spotlight," Brooks drew his broad battle saber, his eyes filled with infinite affection. "Nothing exists outside the saber! I can feel it—our bloodlines are connected!"

The earth thundered, dust erupted into the sky. Brooks merged his body and saber into a single bolt of lightning!

Fast! Fast! Fast!

The Number One Brain's high-tech optical sensors could not track Brooks's movement, capturing only a faint afterimage. That lightning-fast phantom flashed past the Little Sickle Demon Beast. His saber was already back in its sheath. A mist of blood erupted from his pores, completely enveloping him.

Pfft... pfft...

The Little Sickle Demon Beast turned, attempting to see the enemy who had passed behind it, only to see its own body floating in the air without a head. The next second, its body split into eight pieces, and its head cracked in two.

Killed? That was the Little Sickle Demon Beast's final thought before its body completely disintegrated.

Qin Fen watched Brooks in the air, his eye twitching slightly. He shouldn't have had to struggle this hard and take damage in this fight. He could have slain the Little Sickle Demon Beast without sustaining any injuries, but he had pushed himself to the limit because of his own breakthrough.

The battle saber in the air pointed toward Qin Fen! Brooks threw his head back and laughed wildly!

"I'd rather die than let you, Qin Fen, pull even further ahead of me!"

Qin Fen clearly accepted the message conveyed by his comrade's actions. This life-risking attack, this special method of betting everything, was, for Brooks—who had experienced the Saturn trip and the stadium battle—a way to test his martial arts theories with his life.

Fortunately, the gamble he took on his theory, betting everything, yielded the result he desired.

"Du Peng, it's time for my main event," Qin Fen roared. As a response to Brooks's all-or-nothing gamble, the Shenmo wings on his back flapped, and his body surged forward like a torrent.

The Sickle Demon Marshal's eyeballs suddenly shifted. Its wings snapped open to the sides, and its two arms instantly transformed into blades that whipped toward Qin Fen, instantly warping the air around them.

Gravity! The Sickle Demon Marshal's hidden ability—the power to alter atmospheric pressure! In a battle between experts, even a seemingly trivial ability like doubling the gravity at a crucial moment could yield unexpected results!

Qin Fen smirked. Against a god, any petty trick is useless! He swept his hands in an arc around his body, drawing his opened arms inward, like closing a net cast for fishing. Powerful yet yielding—this was the Wind Accompanies Flowing Clouds technique from the Primordial Chaos Palm.

In that moment of expansion, Qin Fen understood so much. Previously, the Divine Fist Dao always sought to integrate all martial ways into itself, creating a technique similar to the Grand Principle scripture created by Masters like theirs. A god must naturally accommodate everything.

This had always been Qin Fen's thinking. But in that instant, thanks to Brooks's unintentional remark, he suddenly understood.

Why must all martial ways be fused together to constitute an independent school? If the Divine can accommodate everything, then every martial way is the Divine Fist Dao; doesn't that make it the Divine Fist Dao? Was the stubborn pursuit of fusion merely a single branch of the Divine Fist Dao all along?

A thousand days of striving for enlightenment culminating in a single moment of clarity; as Qin Fen’s fists unleashed grand, sweeping strikes that nevertheless retained a delicate precision, his form agile and his arms sinuous as dragons. The harmony of Heaven’s circle and Earth’s square resided within his movements, allowing him to seize the beast’s scythe-like arms—which resembled twin whips—directly in his grasp.

“Tricks of a mere artisan!”

With a single move, Qin Fen’s Wind Accompanies Flowing Clouds, he shattered the sickle beast’s attack, a cold snarl escaping his lips as his spine rose rigid, towering like a peak. His fist lifted high over his opponent’s head, and with a sweeping, all-encompassing motion, he smashed it down.

Those four simple syllables resonated, vast yet never boisterous. Every being present, human or beast, heard it with perfect clarity, as if it were the very decree of Heaven’s might.

This blow was Qin Fen’s strongest technique, the Fengshen Bang (Investiture of the Gods List), offered at this pinnacle moment as a fitting return gift to Brooks. Only the Fengshen Bang could convey such profound respect.

Bang! Bang! Roar!

Two sharp explosions erupted from the sickle beast’s shoulders, severing and blowing away those whip-like arms. From the stumps, two human-shaped arms instantly sprouted! This, it turned out, was its ultimate killing move!

In its haste, the beast had no chance to ambush Qin Fen. The instant it felt the power of the Fengshen Bang, it scrambled to raise its newly formed arms in defense.

It had intended to use the brief moment Qin Fen was occupied with its scythe-arms to suddenly sever them, unleash its true killing technique, and slay this formidable foe. Instead, Qin Fen had countered its opening move immediately. Even more surprising was the sheer swiftness and unexpected arrival of that earth-shattering punch.

The sickle beast’s eight eyes witnessed the scene clearly: Qin Fen’s fist descended like an all-encompassing weight, massive and hard—a third larger than its own head—and within it seemed to churn the very power to command the heavens and the earth.

What shocked the sickle beast most was that the moment Qin Fen struck, the very air around it compressed and exploded. It felt as if the gravity in its immediate vicinity had suddenly intensified tenfold!

This punch carried immense, crushing force; it was as swift as thunder and as sudden as lightning, as if Qin Fen had already calculated every potential move the sickle beast might make. With gravity intensified, how could it flee? This punch had to be met head-on; there was no alternative.

Aoo-aoo-aoo-ka!

The sickle beast poured its entire being into raising its arms upward, attempting to intercept Qin Fen’s most violent onslaught.

The moment the arms collided with the fist, the sickle beast felt itself lose all sense of buoyancy. Its entire body plummeted toward the ground at an astonishing rate.

Stone shards, clods of earth, and dust billowed skyward. Where the fist’s impact concluded, a considerable crater formed in the ground. Lying in that pit, the beast stared at its own arms—arms so tough they could easily shred metal warships—now utterly pulverized!

Without time for extensive reflection, the sickle beast’s abdomen ruptured, its body exploding rapidly with a series of loud cracks, transforming instantly into a mound of bloody pulp.

“This…” Unit One’s consciousness observed everything unfolding in the projection, still refusing to believe what it had witnessed. A Demon Marshal, rated by the Qilin as capable of contending almost equally with a top-tier Star Host general, had been killed outright by a single punch from Qin Fen? Was he truly the foremost young talent of this era, just as he claimed?