Chapter 708: Qian Jin’s Unique Three-in-One Combat Technique

The high-level Fiend’s rage-filled roar was no less deafening than cracking thunder. The searing flames, characteristic of the advanced Fiend, shot out like a razor-sharp rocket, heading straight for Qian Jin, who had just materialized. The very rock beneath them was baked into dust by the intense heat.

“Beneath the Stars, the Wellspring of Ten Thousand Flames! Hammer of Forging, Annihilate All Fire!”

Qian Jin’s Battle Soul War Hammer burst forth, shattering the incoming rocket. Simultaneously, he moved with fluid grace, weaving through the countless fiery projectiles. The Qian Kun Boundless Seal caused the gravity around him to descend into utter chaos; the gravitational pull in every cubic millimeter of space was utterly unique. The Fiend’s fists were suppressed by crushing weight, yet its body experienced zero gravity—one moment its head felt impossibly heavy, the next indescribably light. The might of the Qian Kun Boundless Seal was unleashed to its absolute limit, directly dissolving the Flame Fiend, which was composed entirely of fire.

The scattered Fiend rapidly retreated, its endless aura of flame swiftly reforming into a single mass, forcefully drawing upon the molten heat from the volcano behind it to replenish the power just scattered by that single punch.

Qian Jin demolished the Fiend with one blow, yet his feet didn't pause for an instant. A single Slicing the Sea strike cleaved the just-reconstituted Fiend in two again. His massive hand pierced into the Fiend’s interior, reaching for the Demon Core, the only remaining solid entity.

As the Demon Core was grasped, the Fiend let out a cry of pure terror. The superheated vapor erupting from the volcano enveloped Qian Jin’s body.

“Ice Flame Body Protection!”

A layer of chilling ice flame manifested on Qian Jin’s skin, colliding with the incoming surge of heat, producing a sharp, sizzling vapor. Only the Fiend’s Demon Core remained untouched, completely unsealed by the power of the ice flame.

“Come out for me!”

Qian Jin yanked the Demon Core with brutal force. The fiery essence clinging to the core around it—resembling countless blood vessels tethered to the nucleus—snapped apart with loud cracks. The colossal Fiend issued a final, unwilling roar as its form gradually dissipated.

“Finally obtained.” Qian Jin sighed repeatedly, gazing at his palm, reddened from the core’s heat. “With this, there’s one more chance to forge the Saint Artifact Set.”

Qian Jin stood at the rim of the crater, his eyes fixed on a single, cold, white flower blooming on the volcanic wall. The primary purpose of his visit wasn't to slay the Fiend, but to seize this one Ice Flame Flower.

In recent days, any variety of Battle Qi that came into Qian Jin’s possession could be rapidly mastered due to his overwhelming strength; any Battle Seal could be learned in a single attempt. Yet, this Ice Flame Battle Qi, despite prolonged cultivation and relentless practice, refused to reach the legendary highest state: Absolute Zero.

Absolute Zero brought about the cessation of time!

Possessing such a unique ability would be tantamount to mastering a Soul Domain. Against an opponent wielding an aberrant Soul Domain that could slow or accelerate time, he would gain significant capital for counterattack.

Time and space—these were the two most terrifying domains beneath the Stars. Duan Feng's instantaneous movement made his location impossible to defend, whereas even a minute slowing of time within a time domain could decide life or death.

If, back then, Qian Zhan’s Mysterious Soul Domain had been a Time Domain instead of a Gravity Domain…

Qian Jin knew clearly that he probably couldn't last three seconds, even if he detonated every single Battle Seal.

Absolute Zero! It was mandatory! Qian Jin hopped deftly across the volcanic wall, approaching the Ice Flame Flower, inhaling the cold yet burning essence it exuded.

Ice flame aura emanated from Qian Jin’s palm as he grasped the flower. The blossom immediately released wisps of ice flame energy that flowed along his palm and surged into his body.

The Ice Flame Flower was not meant to be eaten, but to be touched and absorbed—a specialized bloom.

Qian Jin had searched through more than a dozen volcanoes to locate this single Ice Flame Flower, daring not to waste even a fraction of it through carelessness.

“Still not reaching Absolute Zero…”

After absorbing the entirety of the Ice Flame Flower, Qian Jin sighed again, beginning to doubt the very existence of Absolute Zero. No matter his effort, he could not attain the so-called ultimate state.

“Since Absolute Zero remains out of reach, then…” Qian Jin leaped out of the crater and looked toward the higher peaks of the mountain. “Time to go claim that Battle Crystal lode!”

The moment Qian Jin locked onto the location of the Battle Crystal lode, more than ten distinct roars of furious magical beasts erupted. Sensing covetous eyes upon their territory, they immediately voiced their displeasure.

Vast deposits of Battle Crystals weren't just beneficial to warriors; high-level magical beasts also required them to enhance their strength.

The next instant, Qian Jin saw nearly twenty different species of high-level magical beasts actively abandoning their territories and charging toward him.

Twenty high-level magical beasts! Qian Jin’s scalp tingled. Defeating one-on-one was manageable, but one against twenty?

Twenty high-level beasts—one didn't encounter such a grouping casually even in the Western Mountains. To find twenty such territorial and fiercely individualistic beasts gathered together was unbelievable.

Run! The thought flashed across Qian Jin’s mind as his special movement technique, Freedom, was activated. He sprinted at high speed through the mass of beasts, covering hundreds of meters in an instant, yet the distance between him and his pursuers barely widened.

Run, run, run…

After five minutes of continuous flight, the twenty high-level beasts had spaced themselves out due to the relentless pace, no longer running shoulder-to-shoulder as they had initially.

Amongst magical beasts, some excelled at running, and others did not.

A fierce roar echoed from the sky once more. A massive Gryphon plummeted like a meteor, smashing heavily into the ground where Qian Jin was running, carving out a considerable pit.

Dead is dead!

Qian Jin recalled Enlack’s words and dared not relax. He unleashed a simple, straight-line punch, imbued with unstoppable momentum. This strike, which he had meditated upon for days, attempting to fuse various combat techniques into his own unique move, began to show the faintest form of coherence.

The sharp Iron Arm Mantis, the grand Ascension Peak Eighteen Hammers, the peculiar Qian Kun Boundless Seal… they coalesced into a fist that was chaotic, messy, seemingly without pattern, yet overflowing with the essence of a destructive storm.

The Golden Gryphon opened its maw, which likewise contained endless magical elements, blasting forth a thick storm of magic.

In an instant, the Golden Gryphon sensed it: if it could not block this fist radiating destructive energy, it would die! The enemy before it was a true powerhouse! An equal in strength, and anyone showing the slightest softness or holding back even a little would be instantly terminated.

There was no room for mercy; it was a contest to see who could unleash their peak physical power in the shortest possible time.

Powerhouses rarely competed on endurance; the contest was who could erupt with greater offensive power in less time.

Seals were also a factor in this dynamic! Qian Jin understood clearly that his Seals not only allowed his Battle Qi reserves to sustain longer battles but also exceptionally honed his explosive power, making him capable of bursts far exceeding others of the same rank.

Thick, blinding, and similarly destructive magic blasted forward. Wherever it passed, grass instantly vaporized into ash, and stones crumbled into powder. Everything seemed incapable of resisting this ultimate blow from the high-level beast, heading toward the end of history, terminating all things.

Qian Jin’s pupils were filled with the sight of this massive destructive magic. His heart gave a slight jolt, and in his mind flashed images: the vibrant green of sprouting flowers and grass, followed by the withered yellow of decay, then the ash left by burning, and finally, the vigorous green resurgence of life—a cycle unbroken, ceaseless. Regardless of the succession of dynasties or the rise and fall of history beneath the Stars, the green grass remained grass, unchanged by any upheaval.

Cycle? Immortality? Ending everything?

The chaotic Battle Qi within Qian Jin’s arm suddenly found a touch of smoothness. The initial confusion lessened, replaced by a sliver of order, and his power, in that single moment… actually weakened!

What was this? Qian Jin had no time to dwell. His fist slammed into the destructive magic. The clash of two nearly equal forces generated an explosion of infinite power. The earth at the center of the collision instantly collapsed, forming a large pit ten meters in diameter, which rapidly expanded into an even vaster crater.

Qian Jin had no time to observe the earth, which was many times harder than ordinary granite, nor could he observe the sheer might of that punch. All his concentration was poured into the Golden Gryphon’s destructive magic.

Boom, boom, boom…

In a flash of lightning, after hundreds of force exchanges, the Golden Gryphon’s head completely exploded under the impact of the punch. Qian Jin smoothly thrust his hand into the beast’s carcass, tearing out the Demon Core. Covered head-to-toe in blood, he charged out continuously, having no time to bother with the equally valuable carcass of the Golden Gryphon.

Why did the power weaken just now? Qian Jin fled rapidly, replaying the moment the power blast diminished in his mind. He had slightly organized the power to make it more controllable—why did the power decrease? If the power hadn't suddenly weakened, that single punch should have obliterated the Golden Gryphon, which hadn't even unleashed its full strength, instantly.

Qian Jin knew well that if both sides allowed their power to fully erupt, he wouldn't be stronger than the Golden Gryphon; both might have ended up in a protracted battle until one succumbed.

However, his speed of eruption was far greater than his opponent’s. If not for the sudden power reduction, the fight shouldn't have lasted more than a second.

Amidst the brief contemplation, the pursuing beasts were closing in again.

Qian Jin turned back to face the Cyclops Wolf leading the charge. He unleashed the fused punch again. This time, the fusion was smoother than before, yet the explosive power grew weaker. The Cyclops Wolf’s left arm exploded, and its body was sent flying backward rapidly, though it wasn't truly killed.

Qian Jin couldn't pursue and finish off the Wolf; even that brief pause would allow the other pursuers to surround him, leaving him to fight to the death due to exhaustion.

The one-armed Cyclops Wolf’s eyes burned with savage malice, showing no fear despite its injury. Its steps actually quickened as it resumed the chase.

“What exactly is happening?” Qian Jin couldn't comprehend it. According to his calculations, the moment all Battle Qi techniques fused to create his own technique, the power should have increased exponentially. Why did the power diminish every time he brought a bit more order to it?

The distance between them stretched slightly again! Qian Jin abruptly stopped, twisted his waist, turned, placing his right leg behind his left leg in front, his movements radiating immense grandeur. A punch traversing the river of stars and sun enveloped the wounded Cyclops Wolf.

Bang! The Wolf’s humerus shattered, and it was sent flying backward rapidly. The beast's body didn't even explode this time. Each time the technique was more orderly, the power grew weaker!

How could this be? Qian Jin was filled with confusion, but his assault didn't slow. Having experienced the previous failures where the punch grew weaker, he already anticipated that a single blow might not kill the opponent. He pulled a throwing knife from his waist, letting it fly in the same direction as the Wolf, but its speed was far, far greater.

A flash of white light flickered across the Cyclops Wolf’s throat. Its massive head was sent soaring skyward by pressurized blood, tumbling end over end before falling to the ground, its body sliding several meters backward from momentum before collapsing.

The throwing knife! This was Qian Jin’s ultimate, hidden assassination skill! After countless refinements, Qian Jin was confident that even the Divine Archer family would yield before his Flying Knife Mastery. Merging the three great archery arts, his knife possessed not just speed, but a terrifying omnipresence!

The old throwing knives were swift as lightning, raising fierce winds with every launch, instilling a primal fear of death. If one failed to evade the knife, the last instant before death would be filled with absolute dread!

The current throwing knife, before or after it left his hand, seemed utterly dissolved into the air, making absolutely no sound. Even the strongest peak experts of the age would find evading this single strike immensely difficult.

No killing intent, no wind noise, not even a sensation of being locked onto—how could one dodge a knife like this?

Qian Jin had merged the three supreme archery arts, confident in holding the number one position in marksmanship today. He was even more certain that fusing various combat techniques should result in overwhelmingly greater power. Yet, the more he refined them, the more he realized the power was decreasing, whereas the fusion of his three archery arts had increased their might by several times, perhaps more than tenfold!

Mixing the techniques together seemed, instead, to make them gradually weaker than even a single technique used alone in the past.

If it were just the Qian Kun Boundless Seal, or just the Ascension Peak Eighteen Hammers, Qian Jin was confident he could have eliminated his two recent opponents with a single strike. But the fused technique… its power was greatly reduced!

He couldn't grasp it. The more Qian Jin pondered, the less he understood. Why would the power diminish so drastically when the fusion of techniques became much smoother? Why was it weaker than the chaotic, explosive power generated during the very first forceful fusion?

“No! I must figure this out!” Qian Jin forgot about the Battle Crystals. The pursuing horde of magical beasts became his test subjects for understanding the Battle Qi fusion issue.

Rumble… Rumble… Rumble…

The massive Western Mountain shook every few dozen seconds with another violent explosion—the result of Battle Qi colliding with magic or the kinetic force of a beast’s punch. Splintered trees flew into the sky, and plumes of dust billowed high above.

Weaker and weaker! Qian Jin felt his Battle Qi eruption continuously strengthening through the bombardment, yet the power unleashed by the combat technique grew weaker. During the last collision, he was nearly forced back by a beast; only the creed of relentless advance, poured into his fist, prevented him from retreating.

Why? Why? Qian Jin kept questioning himself, his emotion shifting from initial composure to growing irritation. Seeing a pursuing beast, he instinctively spun around and threw a punch!

A purely instinctive punch, devoid of calculation, planning, or any semblance of order applied to the technique!

Bang! The brute force claw the powerful beast unleashed in its strongest attack shattered the instant it met Qian Jin’s fist. The beast’s entire body exploded, spraying chunks of flesh and blood onto the ground. The Battle Qi generated by Qian Jin’s punch formed massive air currents, within which the various techniques collided, rubbed against each other, and became entangled.

They were visible to the naked eye! They were unstoppable!

The mere air pressure from the punch pulverized a pursuing high-level beast into shreds, and the attack only dissipated after being fully absorbed by a third beast blocking it with all its might.

This was…? Qian Jin momentarily forgot to retreat, standing stock-still, staring at the punch thrown in sheer frustration—a punch capable of shaking the stars!

“This…”

Qian Jin strode forward. As his fists rose and fell, he stopped thinking about control, stopped contemplating how to execute the punch, and didn't even consider where he was aiming. Everything was based purely on instinct, like a newborn child instinctively seeking its mother’s breast, instinctively striving for survival.

Qian Jin waved his fists instinctively, attacking directions where danger might arise or was already present. Wherever each technique passed, it left a deep scar in the sky. Unlike usual, where an air tunnel would form only to be immediately filled by surrounding air, these marks remained suspended in the sky for several seconds, as if space itself had been cleanly severed by the punch, its wound slow to heal, preventing even air from entering the vacuum of the rift.

At this moment, the powerful beasts seemed incredibly fragile before Qian Jin’s fists. With every blow, tiny beads of blood seeped from the surface of his fists—the damage inflicted upon himself as he let the techniques surge out of his body without conscious control.

Unordered, chaotic, instinctive fists! Each blow consumed far more Battle Qi than the orderly attempts, yet the power was something the orderly strikes could never match.

After a brief flurry of punches, Qian Jin regained clarity, feeling like a reservoir that had been completely drained, his body heavy with exhaustion. The scars left by the chaotic, disordered fists seemed to speak volumes.

Qian Jin looked up at the fading punch marks in the sky. A moment of clarity returned to his mind. As the marks slowly vanished, he could still observe the disorganized techniques colliding and rubbing against each other.

Before these marks disappeared completely, they were all etched into Qian Jin’s mind—the untamed freedom of this state revealed a power never before accessed. Perhaps it had always existed, but no one had ever truly discovered it.

“This is…”

Qian Jin was startled to find himself standing less than ten meters from the Battle Crystal lode. The battle advance, conducted entirely without thought, hadn't retreated; instead, driven by the creed of combat, he had pushed forward all the way to this Battle Crystal vein, once occupied by over a dozen high-level beasts.

“Uncle really didn't lie to me; there truly is a massive Battle Crystal lode here!”

Qian Jin looked down near his feet. Normally, Battle Crystals were buried underground, but here, the earth itself was composed of them!

A single, complete Battle Crystal, vast enough to span a thousand meters in diameter, smooth and polished like a mirror. If someone with unstable footing walked on its surface, they might slip and fall due to its extreme slickness.

Even standing at the edge, Qian Jin could feel the indescribable, surging Battle Energy. He stepped onto the Crystal surface, and before he could even circulate his Battle Qi to absorb it, rich Battle Qi began arching up from beneath his foot.

This was the first time Qian Jin had encountered such a phenomenon. Previous Battle Crystals, even when held in hand, remained inert unless he actively used his Battle Qi to draw energy. Here, the Crystal actively surged energy into his body.

“Absorbing while standing is too slow.” Qian Jin stretched out flat on the Crystal surface in a wide 'X' shape, his body’s every Qi aperture frantically drawing in and replenishing the depleted reserves.

This method of absorption was countless times faster than before. In a short time, Qian Jin’s Battle Qi was restored to its peak state. Furthermore, the unparalleled recovery capability of his Wind and Cloud Battle Qi healed the Qi meridians that had been damaged by the chaotic impacts of his techniques.

“Still have time.” Qian Jin looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on the higher peaks. “I remember there were some high-level beasts up there.”

The Western Mountain was never a tranquil place in the Endless World.

Today, the Western Mountain was particularly unsettled, with continuous explosions of Battle Qi and magic pitting against each other, stirring up clouds of dust and rock debris.

Qian Jin lay sprawled on the Battle Crystal surface, panting heavily. This was already the nth time he had returned here to replenish his reserves. The super-burst cost demanded super-replenishment, and only a Crystal like this could fully restore the expended Battle Qi.

The chaotic hybrid Battle Skill's power had failed to grow greater through countless trials; instead, the expenditure of Dou Qi climbed ever higher. For every single unit increase in power, the Dou Qi cost rose by ten—this disproportionate scale made Qian Jin feel that his nascent skill was still riddled with flaws and defects.

High-tier Battle Skills certainly consumed vast amounts of Dou Qi; immense power was inevitably coupled with immense cost. However, this consumption was still alarmingly excessive. Even Saint-level Battle Skills consumed Dou Qi, yet they could maintain that consumption within a manageable range. This hybrid skill’s drain was fully ten times that of the Qiankun Wuji Seal!

“Disorder, Order…”

Qian Jin dismissed any thought of replenishing his Dou Qi. His mind was consumed only by the contemplation of order and disorder. Every time the skill trended toward order, its power plummeted. If it continued to fall this way, the moment it achieved perfect order, its power might not even reach that of a mere killing-blow Battle Skill, let alone a Saint-level one.

The power of the disordered skill was indeed still rising, but this progression carried a significant flaw: the Dou Qi consumption was non-proportional. If this continued, once the seals within his body were fully broken, he would likely exhaust all his Dou Qi in just a few strikes, let alone crushing his opponent.

Disorder? Order?

Various transformations of Battle Skills began to rise in Qian Jin’s mind: smooth and contrary… cosmos and universe… life and death… Every peak Saint-level Seal was a fusion of two extremes. Then…

“Order and disorder are also a form of opposition…” Qian Jin gently tapped his chin. “What is the origin of disorder? Mixture… Chaos…”

Qian Jin suddenly recalled an obscure volume he had once seen in the Qian family residence. It wasn't a book detailing Battle Skills or the biographies of the mighty, but rather a work by an ordinary scholar exploring how the Earth, the stars, and all things in the heavens came into being.

It mentioned that the initial state of everything was boundless chaos, disordered and without pattern. Everything was inherently disordered, yet from this disorder, all things, including life, were gestating. The beginning was chaos, disorder!

“The beginning?” Qian Jin lightly raised his arm, and the Battle Skill erupted into disorder once more, yet it was not the same eruption as before. With the same power output, the Dou Qi consumption dropped drastically!

The streaks left across the sky remained. A profound, ineffable feeling washed over Qian Jin; he felt as if his entire being was a part of that chaotic disorder.

“This is Chaos? And also the Beginning?” Qian Jin slowly stood up, gazing at his hands. “Then Order and Disorder must be two extremes. The power of Order shouldn't weaken. Is that the process of Disorder developing towards Order? If it were truly Ordered…”

“Then true Order…” Qian Jin lowered his head in contemplation. “Order is merely the process of development; after the process should come the end, the result…”

“I understand!”

Qian Jin’s head snapped up. The Battle Skill that had puzzled him for so long, which he could never integrate, now began to fuse rapidly. Disorder was merely a state, and its essence was the beginning, the Chaos, containing the ‘Life’ within Life and Death. Order was just a pattern of development; its essence led toward… Extinction! It represented the End…

“It turns out, I had it backward all along. I always thought Order represented the positive force, and Disorder the negative force. In reality… Order is the negative force, and Disorder is the positive force.”

“I understand! I understand!”

The western mountain echoed with Qian Jin’s excited laughter, immediately followed by two Battle Skills of completely different flavors surging toward the sky, each carrying a power incomparable to anything before.

“I can get stronger, I can get stronger.” Qian Jin took a deep breath. Chaos contains everything, and the End contains everything too. His Battle Skill wasn't rich enough yet; any Battle Skill should be able to merge into this single punch! The Wind and Cloud Dou Qi, being a unique Dou Qi that fuses all skills, was perfectly suited to master the skill he created!

“The forces of positive and negative should also be able to mix, just like the Shengsi Xingchen Seal.” Qian Jin closed his eyes and sank back into meditation. His two fists faced each other, and streams of energy repelled within them, this repulsion generating an even more immense force.

“The Seal of Positive and Negative Poles!”

Qian Jin punched both fists toward the sky. The massive Dou Qi let out the roar of a giant dragon, and the surrounding trees were instantly shredded into fine dust.

Thud!

With just a single punch, Qian Jin felt his Dou Qi completely depleted, forcing him to sit back on the ground to absorb the Dou Qi from the Dou Crystals.

“This Battle Skill…” Qian Jin suddenly realized that the Seal of Positive and Negative Poles had absorbed all Battle Skills to create this special technique. Each incorporated Saint-level skill required a massive drain on Dou Qi, especially with the ultimate skills of the four ultimate bloodline warriors mixed in. The consumed power was not merely one plus one plus one plus one. Ten times, dozens of times, even a hundred times the consumption of Dou Qi. Power! Always accompanied by another unknown hardship! It required an enormous price!

“This… is still immature…” Qian Jin lay on the ground, looking at the intertwined traces of positive and negative energy rushing toward the sky. “They are just barely combined, and there is no condensed Battle Seal… the power…”

“Very impressive!” Enlack stood in the village, observing the vast western mountain. A wisp of air, thinner than a strand of hair, shot straight into the sky, and he nodded repeatedly. “I thought he would need my guidance to understand, but he figured it out on his own.”

Uncle Black, holding his pipe, watched the energy in the sky. A rare look of satisfaction appeared on his usually impassive face. “Once he understands this, he will learn anything quickly. He should master the Eighteen Hammers of Ascending Peak quite rapidly.”

Enlack nodded happily. “He can also learn many of my Battle Skills much faster. The skills he learned previously will also be grasped more quickly.”

Lying on the giant Dou Crystal, Qian Jin once again absorbed its energy. His internal Dou Qi storage capacity had undergone a considerable boost following this series of frantic releases.

“Wasting so many Dou Crystals is a sin,” Qian Jin sat up and looked at the sky. “Again! I will continue training! After the Rookie King Tournament ends, I will personally defeat Gan Zhanxuan! Just as he easily defeated me that day in the frontier lands! I won’t just win; I will win with absolute brilliance!”

“The little fellow seems quite energized,” Enlack raised an eyebrow. “I thought he would come to me first for a spar.”

Black tapped his pipe against the sole of his boot, hands clasped behind his back, and walked leisurely toward the courtyard, saying, “When he returns, perhaps he will genuinely be capable of fighting you.”

“Is that so? Does that mean he has a chance to knock down that wandering spirit who wishes for freedom?”

Black stopped, thinking seriously. “Perhaps. Even if he fully awakens and undoes all his seals, his power will require a long period of accumulation to recover its former intensity.”

“In that case, I look forward to it…” Enlack laughed again. “I truly didn’t expect this kid’s growth rate to be so much faster than I predicted. Interesting, truly interesting! Perhaps he hasn’t even realized it himself, but in this Endless World, he is nearly free of temporal constraints. There will no longer be the sixteen-hour limit.”

“Why does time pass so slowly? Hasn't it been sixteen hours yet?” Qian Jin, having fully absorbed his Dou Qi again, called out curiously to the System Sprite—an almost living alchemical creation jointly made by Uncle Black and Aknash.

“Player Qian Jin, you have been here for eighteen hours. Your maximum stay limit here is one hundred years. Do you wish to exit the Endless World now?”

“Eighteen hours? One hundred years?” Qian Jin shivered. “Luckily, I sensed something was wrong and asked early. Otherwise, the Rookie King Tournament would have been delayed! I demand to leave now.”

His vision suddenly blurred and distorted. Qian Jin tried to open his eyes wider, but it was too late; he was pulled out of the Endless World.

“I spoke too soon. I should have waited a few more minutes,” Qian Jin sat up, shaking his head. “I should have knocked off a Dou Crystal to take with me into the Dou World.”

Qian Jin stood and walked out of the room, finding everyone already waiting by the door. Compared to the previous night, the group of young people before him seemed to have achieved breakthroughs in strength, almost universally.

Although Pan Hongji was dressed the same as yesterday, the aura emanating from him was vastly different from the day before. He hadn't broken through to Ultimate Awakening, but his overall combat ability had seen a massive surge, especially in the integrity of his Dual Soul Domain.

Overnight, Qian Jin noticed that Li Ba, the elder from the Three-Headed Golden Dragon bloodline family, appeared to have aged twenty years younger, his youth rekindled.

Seeing Qian Jin, Pan Hongji’s Wanjie Eye suddenly opened, scanning him from head to toe. “What did you encounter last night? You feel completely different from yesterday—as if… as if you underwent incredibly grueling special training.”

Incredibly grueling? Qian Jin thought of last night: the countless times he emptied his Dou Qi, the fierce battles against more than ten high-level magical beasts. It was far more than just incredibly grueling; it was akin to experiencing numerous near-death scenarios.

“How strong are you now?” Pan Hongji looked at Qian Jin, then at Pan Mengshen. “Be careful when facing Qian Jin. He is much, much stronger than you imagined last night.”

Pan Mengshen, also possessing the Wanjie Eye, scrutinized Qian Jin for a long time before gently shaking his head. “I can’t see through him. Just like I can’t see through the Serpent Emperor.”

Duan Feng’er, activating his mutated Truth Eye, carefully studied Qian Jin for a long time. “You are indeed much stronger than yesterday, and neither of your dual seals has opened yet.”

“Whatever the case,” Lei Long Li looked at Qian Jin with eager anticipation. “I truly wish to fight you. Perhaps only the pressure you exert can push me into that supreme Ultimate Awakening.”

Ultimate Awakening! Lei Long Li’s chest swelled with heroic ambition. He didn't need to fear defeat, because he possessed the chance for Ultimate Awakening. Even if Qian Jin defeated him a thousand or ten thousand times, as long as that pressure forced his Ultimate Awakening to appear, all those losses would be replaced by the ultimate, invincible victory! History only remembers the final victor. Those who won countless times in the middle stages, but lost in the end, are still failures in history.

“Reach the final round,” Qian Jin shrugged. “I’ll be waiting there for your challenge.”

:Every muscle in my body aches, every bit of soreness, burning fever—it’s truly unbearable… I need to sleep RO