Chapter 709: The Momentum is Set: Three into One Li Ba watched Gan Jin’s retreating back as he headed toward the door, shaking his head lightly. If this young man had awakened the Bloodline Warrior lineage of the Elf King, he would surely have reached Ultimate Awakening by now, and might very well have become the strongest warrior among all Ultimate Bloodline Warriors!
Invincible confidence, an aura as brilliant as the stars—what a pity… Li Ba sighed, shaking his head gently. Without this young man’s bloodline awakening, who the true strongest warrior is has become a genuine unknown.
Pan Hongji held his chin, smiling faintly as he watched Gan Jin. It had always been ordinary warriors challenging Bloodline Warriors; this was the first time an ordinary warrior had addressed a Bloodline Warrior—and one who very possibly had reached Ultimate Awakening—saying, “I’ll wait for you to challenge me.” The Top Sixteen of the Newcomer King Tournament were starting much later than usual.
After lunch, the crowds swarmed toward the most exciting arena. Jiuyang Fengcai, Duan Feng Bu'er, Pan Mengshen, the Sleeping Lion King, Wuming, Gan Wuqing, Fen Tu Kuangge, the Barbarian Prince Peterlit, Tie Ge Zhanhun, Shanchuan, Isayel!
Since Biluo had withdrawn, Pan Mengcheng entered the Top Sixteen as a substitute. The twelve most powerful young generation warriors who made it to the Top Sixteen each had a massive banner erected high around the perimeter of the stage.
Furthermore, four other banners seemed intentionally placed among the twelve, standing quietly in the middle, as if being venerated like kings. Gan Wu Xingchen!
Jiuyang Fenghua! Li Dongfeng!
The heirs of the three Ultimate Bloodline Warrior families, those most likely to achieve Ultimate Awakening, were positioned relatively centrally. At the very heart, stood a banner that was clearly more commanding of attention: Gan Jin!
The sight sent a wave of excitement through the audience of over two hundred thousand. When in history had an ordinary warrior even dreamed of making the Top One Hundred, let alone the Top Sixteen?
Now! Four of the Top Sixteen were ordinary warriors!
Nearly thirty percent of the spots! This could no longer be described merely as a miracle, nor as making history; it was nothing short of shattering history, completely overturning it!
Most significantly, the custom had always been to display only three banners at the center point of the Newcomer King Tournament. Because of Gan Jin’s emergence, that space now held four banners, and Gan Jin’s was obviously more prominent than the other three—as if the three banners represented kings, and Gan Jin was the Emperor!
As time passed, figures began to appear beneath the banners bearing names. Lei Long Li materialized under the aura of Li Dongfeng.
The banner of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon fluttered vividly in the wind, emitting a soft pa-pa sound as it moved, like the snort of a dragon stirring from its slumber. Gan Wu Xingchen sat quietly beneath the battle standard of the Elf King lineage.
No one could discern his thoughts from his supremely aloof expression. Jiuyang Fenghua wore a set of garishly gaudy golden armor.
On anyone else, such an ostentatious, monochromatic set might earn them the look of a country bumpkin flaunting ill-gotten wealth. Yet, upon Jiuyang Fenghua, the equally vulgar golden armor lent her an air of martial heroism.
Standing there casually, she looked like a Goddess of War descended from the stars. Duan Feng Bu'er sat on the ground, looking disgruntledly at the banners of the three Ultimate Bloodlines: “Damn it!
Why? I can fight damn well too!
Why are their banner positions better than mine? Couldn't they wait until after they fought me to place the banners?” Pan Mengshen gazed quietly at the three banners, a knowing confidence playing on his lips: “I hope the draw pairs me against one of them today.
Then, one of those three banners will be torn down, replaced by the aura of Pan Mengshen.” “I want to tear one down too!” Pan Mengcheng’s power soared upon reaching True Saint, and his confidence swelled with it. “Tear one down?
And then?” Duan Feng Bu'er rolled his eyes at the excited Pan Mengcheng. “And then…” Pan Mengcheng, seeing Duan Feng Bu'er’s displeased face, quickly added, “We move Boss’s banner to that spot.
We don’t need the Boss to personally take action against them.” The surrounding people stared at Pan Mengcheng in surprise. Why was this kid acting this way?
He showed no fear toward the heirs of the three Ultimate Bloodlines, but adopted this attitude toward Duan Feng Bu'er. Sensing the doubtful gazes, Pan Mengcheng scratched his head with a touch of genuine warmth on his face: “You don’t understand.
If it weren't for Boss Bu'er, I might still be struggling to even enter the Saint realm, let alone reach True Saint strength. Boss Bu'er is always my Boss; that will never change!
Besides, Boss Bu’er could break through at any moment. If he breaks through to the True Saint realm, he could easily defeat me.
You don’t understand; you never will.” Pan Mengcheng stopped paying attention to the others and focused intently on the two ordinary warriors nearby: Shanchuan and Wuming. These past few days, Pan Mengcheng had heard many rumors about Shanchuan’s Battle Qi.
Ever since learning that Gan Jin was the inheritor of Wind and Cloud Battle Qi, he had become intensely interested in the inheritor of Mountain Qi. The heirs of the two strongest ordinary warriors—their strength shouldn't differ too much, right?
Moreover, the inheritor of Mountain Qi, Shanchuan, looked to be at least thirty years old, suggesting a mature level of strength. And then there was Wuming!
Pan Mengcheng was even more curious about him, as this was the person who confused even Gan Jin, someone whose depth of strength and origin were impossible to gauge. How could one not be curious?
The Sleeping Lion King remained asleep, entering the arena area in a somnambulant state. Among all those who fought their way to the Top Sixteen, he was the only one who hadn't displayed True Saint power, yet no one assumed this sleeping lion king was already a Saint.
Jiuyang Fengcai glared hatefully at Duan Feng Bu'er. This Nine-Headed Serpent Bloodline Warrior had killed her younger brother on the very first day of the Newcomer King Tournament.
She had not forgotten this deep enmity and intended to slay him upon meeting him to avenge her brother. Isayel stood listlessly beneath her banner.
As the youngest contestant, although she was undoubtedly the strongest Bloodline Warrior among her peers, unmatched by anyone of her age, her inherent weaknesses—insufficient age and accumulation—were exposed when facing the other fifteen young powerhouses. “Kid, fight relaxed.
Isn't any result fine?” Duan Feng Bu'er turned to Isayel: “You should be happy to spar with powerhouses. Does ranking really matter?
If you were their age, do you think you’d be weaker than them?” Isayel’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she looked earnestly at Duan Feng Bu'er: “Boss Bu'er is right.” “Exactly. Let loose.
You are still young; you have infinite future ahead,” Duan Feng Bu'er said, sprawling out beneath his own banner with an air of utter indolence: “The future certainly belongs to people like us.” Peterlit watched his surroundings warily. In terms of age, he was older than everyone here except Shanchuan, yet his strength was not significantly higher than theirs.
He had initially thought that besides the heirs of the three Ultimate Bloodline families, no one could stand against him, but he never expected this year's True Strategist Dynasty Newcomer King Top Sixteen to be this frighteningly powerful. Tie Ge Zhanhun’s gaze toward Gan Jin was the most complex.
Back in the academy, they were both first-year freshmen. He had already ranked in the academy’s Top Ten Hundred Battles List, possessing Battle Soul level strength, while his opponent was merely at Golden Battle Heart.
Now… True Saint! And possibly the strongest True Saint among the younger generation!
Tie Ge Zhanhun felt as if he were trapped in a ridiculous dream. This person, whom he once intended to take on as a retainer, was now stronger than him, one of the Top Ten Bloodline Warriors.
Gan Jin sat calmly upon the throne he had forged for himself, eyes closed, continuing to meditate on his fused combat technique: Beginning and End. Time ticked by, and suddenly, a deep, resonant bell tolled throughout the arena, echoing over the entire Divine Capital city.
At that moment, the warriors waiting beneath their banners felt a surge of adrenaline! At this moment, Gan Wuqing also appeared beneath his designated banner.
After days of absence, Gan Wuqing’s aura made his current level even more inscrutable. Even more puzzling was his mere appearance; from start to finish, he exuded composure and confidence.
He maintained a faint smile even when meeting Gan Jin’s gaze, no longer showing the worry of being ganged up on and killed by Gan Jin and others, as he had days before. “The fact that I dared to appear means I have my trump cards!
If you have the guts, come and try to kill me!” Gan Jin frowned slightly upon hearing Gan Wuqing’s low murmur, pondering what trump card this undead possessed that allowed him to show up. Now, the ones wanting to kill Gan Wuqing were not just one person; even the Snake Emperor and Li Ba had decided that if Gan Wuqing dared to appear, they would kill him regardless of the consequences.
But when Gan Wuqing truly materialized, standing so calmly beneath his banner, it instead sowed infinite doubt. What exactly gave him the confidence to appear?
Gan Wuqing was no fool! On the contrary, he was extremely cunning!
He ambushed Gan Jin while stealing treasure, using a special sealing talisman that imposed an additional layer of power seal on Gan Jin. It was a pity that after visiting Aknash, Gan Jin already knew how to break that seal; he hadn't removed it merely because he wanted an extra seal to push himself toward harder cultivation.
In the Newcomer King Tournament, eliminating all opponents in his group allowed him to advance early, avoiding further dangers here. Sending a decoy, having the decoy killed, then sending another decoy to prove he was still alive.
All these moves were interlinked in a precise sequence, constantly maintaining the advantage of being one step ahead. Gan Jin had never faced an opponent like this, and for a moment, he couldn't fathom what trump card this undead held in reserve.
Father? Gan Jin looked toward the high platform, where Gan Cheng sat beside the Snake Emperor, Pan Hongji.
Ever since Gan Jin reached the True Saint realm, Gan Cheng had become virtually untouchable within the Gan family. Stable hand?
That was still his job, but anyone visiting the Gan family would rush forward to greet this father of Gan Jin enthusiastically. Those who had previously slighted Gan Cheng were now frequently found seeking him out to apologize, making the Gan family feel that keeping Gan Cheng outside as a stable hand was slapping the Gan family’s face every second.
When Pan Hongji sent men to escort Gan Cheng away, Gan Zhanxuan, for the first time in a long while, did not express his tyranny, tacitly agreeing to Gan Cheng being taken by Pan Hongji. “Gan Jin has reached True Saint and commands sufficient forces to help my True Strategist Dynasty eliminate countless demons.
Sending Gan Cheng to him as a gift is no big deal. In my view, Gan Zhanxuan, if it means slaying the demons, what does my own death matter?
Let alone a mere Gan Cheng? I fear neither Gan Jin nor his supposed forces.
But since he can contribute to slaying demons, he should fulfill the duties of a warrior.” Gan Wu Xingchen recalled Gan Zhanxuan’s words at the time, and a flicker of anger crossed his face. The Patriarch was too stubborn!
Eliminating demons is my job, Gan Wu Xingchen! The domineering Gan Zhanxuan is no longer domineering enough.
Then I, Gan Wu Xingchen, shall awaken the power of the Ultimate Bloodline, replace this old Patriarch who has lost his spirit, and lead the Gan family into an era of greater prosperity and invincibility! “The Top Sixteen of this Newcomer King Tournament will no longer use the matchup bracket based on group winners!” Bao Long Zhence loudly proclaimed the new competition rule: “This time, we will use a draw system!
Two contestants will be drawn each time to fight! The loser’s number ball is removed, and the winner’s ball is returned to the container for reshuffling!
This means if someone is unlucky, they might win their first match and immediately have to fight a second or even a third match!” “Gan Jin! Fight for fifteen consecutive victories and show it to your teacher!” In the VIP seats of the spectator stands, Rodriguez, utilizing Biluo’s amplification magic, shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena.
Two hundred thousand people froze simultaneously and turned to look at Gan Jin. Fifteen consecutive victories?
If Gan Jin was drawn in the very first match, and he won every single fight thereafter, he would truly set the ultimate record of fifteen straight wins! The spectators were silent for a few seconds, then the nearly two hundred thousand ordinary audience members erupted, shouting in unison with a unified voice: “Gan Jin!
Gan Jin! Fifteen consecutive victories!
Fifteen consecutive victories!” The roar of two hundred thousand people formed a vast wave of momentum, pressing an invisible pressure onto the other Bloodline Warriors. Even the number of ordinary people, two hundred thousand, was astonishing, and coupled with their passion… Gan Jin, seated on his throne, slowly raised his arm, then clenched his open five fingers tightly into his palm with a sharp, ear-splitting crack!
In that instant, all fifteen contestants experienced the same sensation: the shouts and roars of those two hundred thousand people, their collective momentum, were grasped by Gan Jin and drawn into his body! Facing Gan Jin in that moment, one always had the strange feeling of facing two hundred thousand people simultaneously.
The Great Momentum is Forged! The elder powerhouses in the spectator stands trembled simultaneously as they witnessed Gan Jin’s instantaneous display.
This Gan Jin was no longer merely a powerhouse of the younger generation; he had truly stepped into the very highest echelon of powerhouses. No one would regard him as a warrior of the younger generation anymore; he had forged his own Great Momentum during this tournament.
Every top-tier powerhouse possesses their own Shi (Aura/Momentum)! Gan Zhanxuan’s is Tyranny, Li Ba’s is Profundity, Pan Hongji gives off Cunning, and the Great Devil King’s aura is Invincibility.
Gan Jin’s Shi is the Mastery of the Stars! Every veteran powerhouse, upon sensing the Shi Gan Jin had forged, was filled with astonishment.
Shi is the crucial final step that is hardest to complete, and the Mastery of the Stars? This concept had crossed the mind of nearly every powerhouse while forging their own Shi.
But the stars hang high above, looking down on all living beings; no one had ever managed to control them. It seemed that everyone’s destiny was manipulated by the stars, forcing even the strongest to bow their heads before them.
What kind of heart must one possess to control the stars? Many powerhouses frowned, contemplating how many chances of victory they would have if they engaged Gan Jin in a life-or-death battle right now.
Gan Jin vs. Peterlit!
When the names for the first pairing appeared, the audience boiled over again. As expected!
The first match was indeed Gan Jin! Gan Jin had made too few appearances in the recent matches, and none of his opponents had been strong enough—not one opponent could withstand a single finger strike from him.
While people admired his strength, they always felt the battles were somewhat dull and tedious, hoping someone could make him exert himself a few more times. Top Sixteen!
Peterlit! The royal bloodline of the Barbarians, the Behemoth Bloodline Warrior!
Currently thirty-five years old and in the Solid Saint stage, Peterlit, upon awakening, achieved not only the Behemoth state but also the legendary Golden Behemoth King state, appearing once every hundred thousand years in the Behemoth clan. Legend held that if any Behemoth could break through the True Saint stage of Heavenly Extreme Awakening and enter the invincible Ultimate Awakening, it would undoubtedly be the Bloodline Warrior in the Golden Behemoth King state.
This prophecy, or rather, folk tale, had circulated among the Barbarians for countless years. Many even believed it was merely a legend that would never come true.
But the day Peterlit reached the Solid Saint realm, he truly manifested the Golden Behemoth King state. Upon achieving this state, Peterlit knew he might have supreme glory in the future.
Filled with excitement, he came to the Newcomer King Tournament intending to sweep away all the Bloodline Warriors of the True Strategist Dynasty, only to encounter Gan Jin, this terrifyingly powerful ordinary warrior. Peterlit slowly walked onto the stage, maintaining the demeanor of a prince.
His warrior attire shattered and scattered under the expansion of his Battle Qi, revealing an incomparably robust musculature. Even before activating his Bloodline War Body, the hue of his chest radiated an orangey-gold, immediately bringing to mind the legendary Golden Behemoth King.
The Holy Hammer in hand! Peterlit dared not be careless facing Gan Jin.
He gripped the Battle Hammer Sacred Artifact inherited from the Behemoth clan, fastened a set of Sacred Artifact chest armor upon himself, and even wore a pair of Sacred Artifact boots. A complete set of Sacred Artifacts!
The crowd gasped when they saw Peterlit. The Barbarians had truly invested everything in this Newcomer King Tournament, bringing out one of their only two complete sets of Sacred Artifacts: Crude Strength.
Dong! A heavy metal throne descended from the sky, crashing onto the arena floor with a dull thud that seemed to strike the very souls of the two hundred thousand spectators, instantly making everyone incredibly alert.
Gan Jin sat within the tall metal throne, looking at the Behemoth Prince Peterlit opposite him: “Make me stand up, and you win.” Simple words! This was the sentence Gan Jin recited every time he sat on the arena throne during these matches: Make me stand up, and you win.
This phrase, which sounded unbearably arrogant to many, was repeated every time, yet no one had ever managed to force Gan Jin out of his seat. Let alone make him leave, no one had even managed to make him use his second arm.
That phrase again! Peterlit frowned.
Although Gan Jin hadn't shown much action recently, he heard this sentence every time Gan Jin fought. Every time he heard it, it brought a sense of… a sense of… pressure!
Yes! The first time he heard it, it was grating, but subsequently, every time he heard it, it transformed into a form of pressure—it was a Shi, the kind of oppression he only felt when facing his father, the Emperor, in his youth, now reawakened by Gan Jin!
At this very moment! Peterlit had never felt Gan Jin’s Shi so overwhelmingly oppressive!
Far, far more crushing than before. Could this be the true sense of oppression one only felt when directly facing Gan Jin?
Gan Jin sat there, quiet and serene, his right hand slightly raised, resting his elbow as a support, his fingers slightly curved, his index finger pressing against his temple, his thumb propping up his chin—like a Demon King waiting with boredom and ennui for a brave hero to come challenge him. Two hundred thousand people shared the same sensation: the Peterlit who had just stepped onto the stage was a valiant hero challenging a Great Demon King.
But the moment the Great Demon King truly appeared before this hero… The hero’s confidence instantly collapsed into nothingness; the hero’s strength vanished in an instant. Before the two had even exchanged a blow, the audience could already sense how fragile the powerful hero appeared before the Great Demon King.
“Perhaps just one strike?” “Yeah, I think he might only be material for one strike.” “The Behemoth clan is truly fragile. The strongest Bloodline Warrior of the younger generation, at least ten years older than Gan Jin, can only withstand one blow…” “Whether he can even block one strike is questionable.” The murmurs of the two hundred thousand people mixed together, like buzzing, chaotic flies.
Yet, Peterlit could still clearly hear their conversation. An inexpressible sense of humiliation rapidly spread through Peterlit’s body.
“I, Peterlit, am the existence of the legendary Golden Behemoth King bloodline state! I shall achieve Ultimate Awakening and stand upon the highest pinnacle of the continent!”
"I, Peterlit, will lead the barbarians to glory they have never known before." "How could I, Peterlit, possibly lose to an ordinary man?" "Dormant Bloodline Power War Body, awaken! Coarse Might Holy Artifact Set, lend me your strength! Today marks the first true step toward my glory, Peterlit! My renown will eclipse even the sun's brilliance!"
Peterlit's roars crushed and silenced the murmurs of two hundred thousand people. His powerful body rapidly expanded—larger and larger and larger—sprouting layers of golden fuzz.
In the sunlight, the golden fuzz looked as if it were woven from true gold thread, each strand imbued with the sharpness of a golden needle, capable of piercing ordinary skin with the slightest touch. This layer of fuzz was his natural armor; not only could it injure others, but its thickness also served to buffer the impact of any incoming punch.
Standing three and a half meters tall, the Golden Behemoth King Peterlit looked down upon Qian Jin. Utilizing his sheer physical advantage and a fierce, beast-like expression, he was able to withstand Qian Jin's imposing aura without feeling suppressed. His massive war hammer, suffused with battle qi, blazed with dazzling light; he had transformed into a deity wielding the sun.
Powerful! The young warriors watching from below the arena lifted their spirits as they gazed upon Peterlit. Driven by the power of three Holy Artifacts, this barbarian bloodline warrior had grown stronger beyond anyone's imagination.
A peak True Saint expert would have little ability to fight against Peterlit now.
Only the final razor's edge separated him—the true True Saint realm!
Everyone could sense that the current Peterlit stood on that very edge, one step away from joining the ranks of the absolute strongest.
One step from True Saint! Peterlit had never felt so powerful. The unattainable True Saint realm felt as if he could touch that peak strength simply by raising his arm a bit higher.
"I need pressure; I need pressure to awaken the next stage of my bloodline power," Peterlit stated, his eyes burning crimson as he stared at Qian Jin. "You are the best pressure I could ask for! Come on! Let me see how strong you are! And let me show you just how mighty I am with three Holy Artifacts in hand!"
The moment Peterlit’s foot lifted from the ground, his colossal form vanished from his spot, transforming into a blazing golden sun that rushed towards Qian Jin.
Fast! His massive physique did nothing to impede Peterlit’s speed; aided by the shoes forged from Holy Artifacts, his velocity nearly rivaled instantaneous movement.
Li Ba's eyebrows shot up. "That's fast!"
Qian Jin kept his right hand propping up his cheek, while his left arm rose to instinctively deliver a punch.
Raise arm, deliver punch.
What should have been a lightning-quick strike, invisible to ordinary eyes, was seen clearly by everyone. It was the simplest motion of raising an arm and punching, its trajectory visible even to common folk.
This punch wasn't slow; rather, its supreme stability seemed to transcend the bonds of time, allowing everyone a clear view of its execution.
"This is my self-created Chaos Genesis. Consider it a welcoming gift."
Disordered battle qi techniques tangled, scraped, and collided, forming a thick, translucent vortex of battle qi that swept up both Peterlit’s war hammer and the man himself, immediately followed by the sound of countless strikes and explosions battering the behemoth’s body.
What is this? Peterlit’s blood-red pupils contracted repeatedly. The war hammer he swung was ensnared and pulled by the endless battle qi, rendering it incapable of hitting its target, instead being yanked around wildly.
The next instant, the chaotic assortment of battle qi techniques hammered down onto his robust body as if they cost nothing.
Dense, powerful, relentless attacks rained down like an endless storm upon every inch of Peterlit’s skin—whether shielded by Holy Artifacts or not.
After hundreds of impacts, Peterlit’s body smashed through the magical barrier surrounding the arena. The sun-wielding deity had become a fallen sun. Golden all over and stained with blood, he careened toward the spectator stands with destructive force. If he had made contact, every spectator in that section would have been killed.
As Duan Feng’er sighed, before anyone could scream, he raised a hand, unleashing a soul domain of instantaneous movement to alter Peterlit's trajectory. Peterlit’s body reappeared high above, aimed toward the clouds far overhead.
In a flash, Peterlit shot thousands of meters into the sky, shrinking to a black speck in the vision of the crowd. Many were only now realizing they had nearly been crushed to death, letting out cries of terrified panic.
"That reaction speed…" Duan Feng’er shook his head repeatedly, sighing.
Isabel frowned, looking at Duan Feng’er. "Boss Er, you just saved this Behemoth this time."
The crowd was stunned for a moment before realizing: if Peterlit’s body had crashed into the stands, he would have lost the match by leaving the ring. But merely flying upward meant he hadn't been defeated!
Experts who had reached the Saint realm possessed the ability to fly, meaning Peak True Saint Peterlit could certainly use flight to prevent himself from falling out of bounds.
"Is that so?" Duan Feng’er rolled his eyes. "Little fellow, you underestimate Qian Jin too much. I hope you are the one drawn to face him next. I’ll borrow you a stack of defensive Holy Artifacts and see if you can maintain enough clarity after he throws one punch at you."
Whoosh…
The whistling sound made by a massive object plummeting from the sky at high speed first reached the ears of the young warriors, and only then registered with the common audience.
The people watched the Golden Behemoth King Peterlit fall from the heavens, not using the flight ability of a Saint, but crashing down like a true meteor, smashing an immense crater into the rock-solid arena, sending fragments of stone scattering into the air.
No flight, no roar—just the descent of a lifeless meteor.
The rescue team rushed onto the field and dug Peterlit out of the thirty-meter-deep crater. He was covered in damp soil, completely unconscious, with hardly a bone unbroken. Even the light emanating from his Holy Artifacts had dimmed, as if the brutal beating had made the artifacts themselves terrified.
"By the stars above…"
Isabel repeatedly swallowed hard. "This is… this is the strength of Boss Qian Jin? It’s excessively powerful! Peterlit had already reached the level of a one-step True Saint!"
Duan Feng’er shot Isabel a look. "Kid, if you were that Behemoth, you should consider yourself fortunate. Qian Jin clearly held back his power when he struck. Otherwise, that punch wouldn't have just left him severely injured and unconscious; taking his life would have been just as simple."
Killing Peterlit, who wore a suit of Holy Artifacts, with a single punch? A one-step True Saint felt so fragile before Qian Jin?
The young warriors present simultaneously recalibrated their estimates of Qian Jin’s strength. Even the veteran experts in the stands were rethinking their chances of victory against him.
"Kid, don't forget," Duan Feng’er pointed at Qian Jin's body and then held up two fingers.
Isabel’s pupils contracted sharply; he suddenly understood Duan Feng’er’s meaning. When Qian Jin sat on his throne, facing the challenge from the one-step True Saint Golden Behemoth King Peterlit, he still had two seals clamped upon him, constantly suppressing his power for a brutal form of training!
In an instant, Isabel recalculated Qian Jin’s strength again, but found that no matter how he analyzed it, he could not determine the true state of Boss Qian Jin’s power.
Pan Hongji, Li Ba, and the other veteran experts exchanged bewildered glances. They weren't surprised that Qian Jin defeated his opponent with one move; what truly shocked them was the punch itself!
Chaotic and disordered, it carried an irresistible sensation—as if everything was about to return to its origin, yet it wasn't the true origin at all.
What kind of battle technique was this? Li Ba could sense the imprint of the ultimate battle technique from the Golden Dragon family contained within it. He also felt the imprint of the Heaven and Earth Limitless Seal from the Elf King bloodline family, alongside the imprints of two ultimate demon race bloodline techniques.
Fusing two battle techniques to create a new one? Li Ba managed a slight twitch of his lip. Such a technique was less an innovation and more of a hodgepodge—mixing various techniques together, relying on his own freakishly strong body to ignore the physical damage inflicted by the strike, unleashing a devastating, all-destroying power with a single punch.
"Converging all battle techniques into one punch? Transforming disorder into Chaos Genesis?" Pan Hongji gazed at the residual trace of the punch in the sky, clicking his tongue ceaselessly. "Stunning concept, terrifying punch. Though incomplete, it is still remarkable! To gather all techniques and unleash the never-ending, continuous force of the River of Stars! Splendid!"
The surrounding veteran experts quietly mulled over Pan Hongji’s assessment, slowly nodding after a long silence. This young man was more terrifying than they had imagined. Fortunately, his battle qi stamina seemed lacking; if they had to fight him to the death, their chances of victory would be much higher.
"This kid…" Li Ba was silent for a long time. "If he fully comprehends the corresponding ultimate power and forms a complete technique set, he might actually stand a chance against bloodline warriors who have achieved ultimate awakening."
Pan Hongji smiled slyly at Li Ba. "Old Clan Head, while Qian Jin isn't exactly brilliant, he is incredibly hardworking. Do you think he hasn't discovered the corresponding ultimate power?"
Li Ba paused slightly, then also chuckled. Qian Jin was clearly no fool; he must have already figured out the path, likely having found the other half of the ultimate power himself.
"Looking at it this way…" Li Ba shook his head and sighed. "He didn't even use his full strength."
Pan Hongji frowned deeply. It wasn't just that he hadn't used his full strength in his technique; his body was still bound by two seals for this cruel form of training. If he released everything now, the combat power Qian Jin unleashed would likely only be challengeable by the older generation experts present; everyone else would currently be no match for him. That he still insisted on fighting now suggested he wasn't just refining his battle techniques, but also helping his friends improve and hone their skills.
"What happened last night?"
Li Ba looked at Pan Hongji with troubled confusion. The Qian Jin before last night, though powerful, still possessed a certain baseline of strength. In just one night, the feeling Qian Jin gave off was completely different.
Pan Hongji was equally perplexed and baffled. What event could have propelled Qian Jin to this level of strength, and allowed him to comprehend a battle technique uniquely his own? Although the method of forming this unique technique was crude, even bearing the strong scent of plagiarism, it was still his technique!
Experts reaching the Saint realm began researching their own exclusive battle techniques, but it usually took over ten years to develop and tentatively finalize a single specialized technique.
For Qian Jin to achieve preliminary solidification and display such potent power in such a short time… Pan Hongji could only sigh at the strangeness; he could not fathom how Qian Jin had managed it.
The two hundred thousand spectators were utterly dumbfounded. The mighty Golden Behemoth King had truly been unable to withstand a single blow from Qian Jin, leaving him nearly destroyed despite wearing a set of Holy Artifacts.
The other young warriors in the Top Sixteen displayed varied expressions; only they knew how they felt after witnessing that strike.
Qian Jin sat motionlessly on the metal throne, calmly looking at the area where the lot drawing was held. "Please continue the drawing."
Only then did the crowd notice that this young expert, who had entered the True Saint realm, showed no intention of leaving the arena. It seemed he genuinely intended to fulfill the audience's expectation and secure fifteen consecutive victories for them to witness.
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