With one foot crushing the opponent's sternum, his body already leveraged into the air, the free foot slammed into another man's face! The only remaining opponent had already been intercepted by Leopard Head. The Steel War Frame took a sweeping blow that rang out like metal striking a hard object. In the next instant, Leopard Head grabbed the man's leg and slammed him violently to the ground with a massive windmill throw! His brutal methods were even more fierce than Qin Fen's.

Hoo... hoo... hoo...

Qin Fen rapidly regulated his breathing. The explosive burst of power just moments ago—fighting three three-star warriors simultaneously while aiming for the quickest victory—was incredibly draining. If he didn't recover, he wouldn't be able to continue.

Leopard Head finished his opponent and looked back at Qin Fen, his eyes flashing with eager excitement. That spectacular one-versus-three fight had been accomplished using the simplest Shaolin Arhat Fist! How incredible was that! The fierce style was exactly to his liking. If not for the prior bet and promise, he would have wanted to spar with Qin Fen immediately.

"Thirty-six hours, you won!" Leopard Head collapsed onto the ground, saying, "A deal is a deal! Go ahead!"

Qin Fen wasn't overly surprised by Leopard Head's reaction. Those who follow the path of hard martial arts are usually men of their word! Wu Qi is character! If a person habitually reneges on their promises, they could never unleash the fierce power Leopard Head had just displayed.

"Don't you want to fight the other masters anymore?" Qin Fen looked at Leopard Head. "You came here because the masters on the Martial Arts Net usually reject your challenges, didn't they? That’s why you came here, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Leopard Head didn't argue, nodding cleanly. "It's a slight shame I can't fight them here this time, but a man must keep his word! If I lost, I lost!"

"Killing you would only take thirty minutes," Qin Fen murmured. "Earlier you mentioned that those ranked higher might have helpers, right? Can you do me a favor? Come with me to kill the first and second ranks. You handle the experts around them, and I’ll take care of the first and second themselves! Regardless of the outcome, after the Arena, we’ll pick a suitable time for our match."

Leopard Head considered for a moment, then sprang agilely to his feet. "Good! It's time to wipe out some of this rotten atmosphere! I'll go with you! Who do we strike first?"

"The first rank!" Qin Fen spoke, and immediately used the system assist to pinpoint the location. He vanished from the starting point in an instant.

The location of the number one rank was far more bustling than where Qin Fen had been. Just as he was teleported five hundred meters away, he saw seven or eight streaks of white light flash around his body—all masters within the top one hundred! Everyone's target was the number one rank!

"Go!" Qin Fen dropped a single word to Leopard Head, who had just appeared, and began accelerating. To miss such a grand scene of so many people fighting for the top spot would be a true waste.

Walking for another four hundred meters, Qin Fen could already hear the shouts of battle less than a hundred meters away, and he saw a chaotic brawl involving at least sixty people.

"This number one is truly trash!"

Leopard Head, now beside Qin Fen, looked disdainfully at the center of the distant battlefield, where the number one was constantly hiding behind others. His team, supporting the number one, numbered at least twenty men, and they appeared quite well-trained.

"These points are mine," Qin Fen mumbled, concealing his aura, crouching low as he rapidly approached the thickest part of the melee. The even more imposing and fiercely powerful Leopard Head followed beside him.

Upon reaching the fray, Leopard Head let out a furious roar. His Steel War Frame instantly hardened his muscles. With wide, angry eyes, he swung his massive fists like hammers directly into his opponents.

Although he lost the bet to Qin Fen, Leopard Head refused to lose the momentum. His attacks were even more ferocious than before.

Qin Fen was happy about Leopard Head's ferocity; it drew everyone's attention to him, naturally deflecting some focus from himself.

A melee was something Qin Fen had never encountered before. His superb martial sense gave him a huge advantage in one-on-one fights, allowing him to preemptively sense the direction of an opponent's attack.

Entering this brawl, Qin Fen’s martial sense felt irritatingly overwhelmed for the first time. The instant any of the surrounding attacks landed, his nerves reacted, as if everyone nearby was attacking him.

No wonder Butcher had said that true battlefield combat was completely different from training! Qin Fen gained significant insight in that moment. He frequently activated the Dragon Concealment technique, dodging several attacks to rapidly close in on the core of the battle.

Soon, the person holding the most crucial points for the top rank—Little Fist Immortal!—noticed Qin Fen.

Sensing a gaze directed at him, Qin Fen simply rolled on the spot, adopting a seemingly clumsy posture to evade an attack, his face even showing a hint of cowardice.

Little Fist Immortal, who had initially been about to call his subordinates to eliminate Qin Fen, was overjoyed to see Qin Fen appear so flustered and timid. His feet slipped, and he shot forward, closing the distance to Qin Fen in a flash, his hands rapidly striking the air so hard it cracked audibly.

Monkey Form!

This movement looked rogueish and crude, but if it connected, it could shatter solid brick!

Qin Fen, still low to the ground, his eyes sharpened. Without rising, he shot out a leg, like a scorpion’s tail, straight towards Little Fist Immortal’s head!

Unlike the usual fierce wind of his kicks, Qin Fen’s strike was almost entirely silent, flashing with the sudden lightning of a scorpion striking its prey, landing on the center of the man’s head before Little Fist Immortal could react.

Thud! Crack-crack!

Little Fist Immortal didn't even have time to cry out for help. His skull instantly shattered, and his body collapsed onto the ground like a discarded, tattered shoe.

Having landed the strike, Qin Fen silently congratulated himself on his luck. If Little Fist Immortal hadn't tried to show off, turning a simple Monkey Form palm strike into a complex maneuver with aggressively moving hands, eliminating him wouldn't have been possible in a single blow. This man did possess skill, but he was overly cautious, not entirely useless as Leopard Head had claimed.

After eliminating the number one, Qin Fen's score instantly soared, jumping to nearly two hundred points in the blink of an eye.

Stationed near the center of nearly twenty combatants, Qin Fen dared not pause for even a moment, his calves propelling him in a direct dash toward Leopard Head's position.

Seeing Qin Fen break through, Leopard Head let out a loud shout. He deliberately took damage, shaking off two three-star warriors, while enduring an iron fist to his chest from another.

Qin Fen rushed up at that moment. As Leopard Head was being struck, Qin Fen slapped down, shattering the head of the attacker who struck Leopard Head, and instantly burst free of the encirclement.

From the ambush to the breakout took mere seconds. It was only then that people realized their number one was dead, and the attacker was already out of the fighting circle.

"Chase!"

Except for Leopard Head, both sides engaged in the chaotic fight instantly stopped battling and began pursuing Qin Fen, who now held the highest score.

Although the God of War Arena permitted top-one-hundred masters to teleport, this was only allowed when they were disengaged from combat. If one was constantly fighting, teleportation was restricted—this rule was specifically in place to prevent individuals like Qin Fen from hitting and immediately blinking away.

Watching fifty-plus figures chase behind him, Leopard Head found Qin Fen running at the forefront a spectacular sight. This time, he felt no contempt for Qin Fen's retreat.

Fierceness did not equate to foolishness. If their positions were reversed, Leopard Head would have made the exact same choice. One three-star fighting a crowd of three-stars?