All right! This is certainly not an impossibility! The prerequisite is that you have already reached the absolute peak of Three-Star strength, possess exceptional martial intuition, and have extensive experience in group combat. Otherwise, you should choose the same course of action as Qin Fen.

This chase, running and pursuing, lasted for nearly fifteen minutes. The time remaining for the event was rapidly diminishing, and many of those initially in pursuit had begun to fall behind. In this virtual God of War Arena, the activity was not without its expenditure of stamina. It was a system utilizing specialized technology to ensure that participants expended the equivalent physical energy in reality. This was the true reason why Qin Fen had previously been reluctant to fight within it.

Although some participants dropped out, the number of pursuers did not decrease significantly. Once the top hundred warriors were defeated and fell out of the ranking, new individuals naturally filled their spots. To quickly accumulate points, almost all of these newcomers chose to attack Qin Fen. For a time, the number of people behind him actually grew larger.

Those chasing Qin Fen, as they ran, couldn't help but marvel, "Is this Thirty-Six Hours even human? Running at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint for over ten minutes—doesn't he ever get tired?" Many had transitioned from the initial excitement of the chase to a grim, teeth-gritting pursuit.

A forest! Qin Fen's eyes lit up when he saw the woods; entering there meant stepping into his domain! Normally, if nearly a hundred Three-Star masters were chasing him, he couldn't guarantee remaining undetected while hiding. Now, these pursuers were physically and mentally fatigued, no longer in peak condition, making it much harder for them to detect the concealed Qin Fen.

With a mighty leap, Qin Fen plunged into the woods, twisting and turning through the thicket, using the trees for cover to quickly shake off the crowd, and vanishing from sight.

These nearly one hundred people charged into the forest only to find that Thirty-Six Hours had vanished. Instantly, they broke into small groups of two or three, dispersing to search.

Hiding in the shadows, Qin Fen watched the scattered figures, a smile playing on his lips. He hadn't expected to have the opportunity right here and now to put into practice everything the instructors had taught him. He silently crept toward the two nearest Three-Star warriors...

Soon, two Three-Star warriors disappeared from the forest, and Qin Fen's tally continued to climb. Three... Four... Five... Six...

The number of masters in the small wood was rapidly decreasing without anyone noticing. Qin Fen's figure moved like a phantom, darting about gleefully. Everything Gerileh and the Butcher had taught him was rapidly advancing through practical application. Normally, finding nearly a hundred Three-Star masters willing to act as sparring partners was simply impossible. Qin Fen began to thank the creators of the God of War Arena for gifting him such a magnificent training opportunity.

"Only the last thirty seconds remaining... please use your time wisely..."

The system's voice echoed through the air once more. Everyone saw that Qin Fen’s score, in the first position, had risen by several hundred points, realizing that all hope was truly lost. Nearly a hundred people failing to defeat a single individual was deeply infuriating. One of them even shouted loudly, "Thirty-Six Hours, if you’re a man! Come out and fight us fairly! Hiding like a coward—what kind of hero are you..."

Before the words fully left his mouth, Qin Fen suddenly descended from above, stomping his foot directly down, driving the man's head into his chest cavity. His sudden appearance stunned everyone else! That man who had shouted was standing with at least ten others nearby! This was why he had felt bold enough to yell!

"Bring it on! Twenty-odd seconds left! I also want to see the extent of my own ability!" Qin Fen, having held back until now, could finally bear it no longer. Facing about ten Three-Star masters in these final twenty-odd seconds, he too wanted to gauge the true strength he possessed!

Without waiting for the ten men to react, Qin Fen charged forward...

At the same level, attacking ten people simultaneously—and still charging forward? Was this man insane? Although curious, the dozen or so individuals quickly snapped out of their astonishment and simultaneously utilized their movement techniques to surge toward Qin Fen.

Ambition aroused, momentum building! As Qin Fen rushed forward, though only one man, he appeared like the foremost general charging across a battlefield of ten thousand troops. His fierce momentum managed to suppress the ten or so opponents!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Qin Fen plowed into the crowd, his movements broad and decisive, perfectly complementing his relentless spirit. He directly clashed head-on with the first three men he encountered. The loud reports of colliding fists and feet and meeting muscles resonated soul-shakingly. In that moment, Qin Fen completely forgot that he was there to seize the title of God of War and claim rewards. He forgot how many opponents he faced; he was utterly immersed in the sheer exhilaration of explosive combat. Since the battle began, his opponents had been either too weak or too strong. It had been difficult to find several evenly matched rivals for a proper fight. This current engagement became the most satisfying battle Qin Fen had experienced since he began fighting!

By then, the other opponents had also surrounded him, their fists and feet pouring down like a torrential storm. Qin Fen had entered a state of self-forgetfulness, a condition of total immersion. His martial intuition combined with pure instinct allowed him to grasp the true essence of the Martial Way; every strike he delivered carried the force of nearly a thousand pounds.

Several Three-Star masters who were nearby heard the commotion and rushed over, each watching Qin Fen single-handedly challenging the crowd with slack jaws. Every blow he struck was incomparably fierce and overwhelming in spirit, yet when evading, he moved with the pliancy of a willow branch, darting freely amid the flashes of fists and feet—fluid and seamless, as if the entire sequence had been pre-rehearsed.

Upon witnessing such a scene, the few who had just arrived immediately abandoned the idea of joining the fray. It wasn't that they feared Qin Fen; rather, such a spectacle was rarely seen on the entire Three-Star battlefield, and they were reluctant to disrupt it.

Twenty-odd seconds—an abnormally short duration—but to those fighting Qin Fen, it felt extraordinarily long. To be unable to subdue one person despite surrounding and striking him with nearly ten people—if this news spread, it would be a great embarrassment.

"Time's up..."

The instant the voice sounded, Qin Fen felt the space around his body empty!

He blinked, looking around, and realized this was no longer the God of War Arena. He was standing at the login interface, finally grasping that the time limit had expired.

Closing his eyes to savor the memory of the recent fight, Qin Fen felt an indistinct sense that he had become significantly stronger.

"Interesting," Qin Fen murmured, opening his eyes. He saw the mailbox icon blinking. Opening it, he found several letters inside. One was from Leopard Head, essentially stating he wouldn't fight today but would seek a proper match another time. Another was from Little Fist Immortal, also containing a challenge, largely expressing his dissatisfaction at being ambushed.

Casually replying to Little Fist Immortal with a formal note requesting payment for the challenge, Qin Fen opened the last letter.

This one was from the system, concerning the rewards. The prize choices were three from which he could select two: A set of new martial arts called the Pressure Origin Technique (Ya Yuan Gong). A set of new martial arts weapon equipment, the Magnetic Flying Sword (Ci Dong Fei Jian)—this weapon was somewhat similar to the Two-Form Thunderclap Sword martial equipment Qin Fen had encountered before, only this set was more powerful. The final option was a set of soft armor, which looked capable of providing excellent defense.

New martial arts, in Qin Fen's estimation, were synonymous with luxury items. Even if one viewed them, learning them was uncertain; they usually required a substantial fee just to gain access to study them.