Chapter Seven Fourteen: One Man Against a Crowd! (Begins soliciting monthly votes)

"Lucifer Liushui has been captured?" "Lucifer Liushui has been captured?"

Qian Jin and Baolong Zhence asked the people opposite them simultaneously.

Lucifer Liushui! Others might not know her status within the Zhence Dynasty, but Baolong Zhence knew better than anyone; his son, Mune Zhence, had hidden nothing from him in this regard.

Baolong Zhence also understood the weight and importance of this demoness in Qian Jin's heart. Now, this news... it turned out that Jiliu Feijing was Qian Jin! This rumor spread like wildfire across the Demon Lands, eventually confirmed by the Royal Family: Lucifer Liushui had been apprehended because of Qian Jin, and she was set to be burned alive in a few days! Neither mother nor child would be spared!

The moment this news struck Baolong Zhence's ears, it was like thunder crashing into his skull. Why had things escalated so suddenly? Qian Jin was at the crucial turning point toward the pinnacle of his life; why must this happen now? Neither mother nor child would be spared! The mother, naturally, referred to Lucifer Liushui. And the child? Whose child was it?

Baolong Zhence could figure that out just by using his knees: the child was Qian Jin's!

What would a father’s reaction be upon learning his son and wife were about to be executed? A coward would naturally fall to his knees, begging for mercy, pleading for his wife and son to be spared. But that approach had never yielded success. A merchant would prefer negotiation, seeking an exchange of benefits to retrieve his wife and child; this method often proved useful. However, the entity they now faced was the entire Demon Royal Family. The chances of successful negotiation were slim; the demons’ demands would likely be impossibly harsh.

Was Qian Jin a coward? No! Was Qian Jin a merchant? Also no!

Baolong Zhence knew Qian Jin’s character well. When he possessed nothing, he dared challenge the authority of the Elven King Bloodline families. Therefore, he certainly would not fear a challenge from the Demon Race now!

Moreover, the Demon Race deliberately leaking this information externally was itself a stratagem designed to lure Qian Jin into a trap.

Would Qian Jin go? Baolong Zhence offered a bitter smile. Qian Jin was no fool; he would naturally realize this was a ploy by the demons to draw him out. Warriors around him, some from military families and others schooled in royal machinations like Mune Zhence, would surely inform him that this was a layered trap.

Did Qian Jin know all this? Yes! Baolong Zhence could deduce it with his backside: Qian Jin must be fully aware of everything. But—did he refrain from going just because he knew? No! He would still go! If he didn't save his wife and child, he wouldn't be Qian Jin.

Baolong Zhence’s face was clouded with anxiety. This news was far more troubling to him than the Demon Race amassing an army for a final confrontation with the Zhence Dynasty! The demons must also know that Qian Jin would inevitably come! Consequently, the Demon Lands would be strewn with threats designed to ensnare Qian Jin.

Qian Jin’s value was immeasurable now. If he lived another ten years, how much could he uplift another nation? No one could calculate it! The demons understood this truth as well. If Qian Jin came to save his demoness, he risked death upon the Demon Lands.

“Qian Jin, you absolutely must finish the Newcomer King Tournament!” Mune Zhence slammed a hand onto Qian Jin’s shoulder. “I know what you’re thinking. I know what you intend to do! Go to the Demon Race! But you cannot go alone. We will all go rescue Liushui! At worst, we all die together! But the Newcomer King must be completed! If for no other reason than to increase everyone's chances of survival! The rewards for this tournament are incredibly rich! If everyone obtains those rewards, it boosts our hope of survival.”

Qian Jin turned to look at Mune Zhence, then at Duanfeng Buer, and finally at the bandit who had relayed the message for Bahuang Wusheng. Lucifer Liushui... everyone...

“Heh heh... Heh... Heh... Who else!”

Above the arena, Qian Wuqing shrieked maniacally. In moments, he had completely devoured the essence of Tiege Zhanhun, a peak True Saint expert, leaving only an empty husk of skin fluttering in his hand.

“Wait for me.” Qian Jin clapped the bandit on the shoulder, then strode toward the stage. As he passed his metal throne, he casually tossed it high above the arena. He stepped out, arriving above the stage simultaneously with his throne, and seated himself upon it, causing the throne to rotate in mid-air, looking down upon all the young warriors below. “I intended to wait until you all had fought more battles and improved further before challenging me. But now I am in a hurry; my apologies, everyone.”

The crowd stared up at Qian Jin in the sky, utterly perplexed. The draw hadn't even started; why had he suddenly rushed onto the stage?

“I said I would wait upon this throne for your challenges,” Qian Jin stated gravely. “Now, I don’t have much time to delay. I need to conclude this Newcomer King Tournament quickly because… I am going to the Demon Race! To the Demon Race to save my demoness! And my child! In the Demon Race, the Lucifer Clan has seized my wife and child and intends to burn them. I cannot pretend not to know! I am a man; I must protect my family or my family demon. Therefore… everyone…”

Qian Jin pointed at everyone below the stage. “All of you, come up here together!”

One man against a crowd?

Had Qian Jin gone mad? The two hundred thousand spectators were stunned; their boiling excitement threatened to evaporate the very moisture in the sky. These young warriors were not in the same state they were just a few days ago! Not only had some stepped into the True Saint realm, but each one was more powerful than the last, capable of fighting seasoned veterans within the True Saint level. His strength... everyone had witnessed it...

“I have two seals within my body,” Qian Jin announced, tapping his chest. “One was placed by my teacher, and the other by Qian Wuqing when he tried to harm me. All of you come at once! Let me see if you can force me to unseal both of them!”

Two seals! The pupils of Jiuyang Zhenzong contracted incessantly! He had long suspected Qian Jin might harbor one seal. If he broke one, it would indeed be troublesome, but only somewhat troublesome. Two seals? The combined effect of two seals was simply the weight of two seals! Jiuyang Zhenzong strained his sharp eyes, trying to pierce Qian Jin's body to understand the true power level of this young warrior.

Qian Wuxingchen sneered dismissively, remaining seated in his spot. Shanchuan also remained seated. The successor of the Shanchuan Qi technique held an equal standing to the successor of the Fengyun Qi technique; neither was inherently nobler or stronger than the other, so why should he join a mob assault?

“Qian Jin, I will be the one to force both of your seals open!” Leilong Li soared into the sky, his True Saint power reverberating across the cosmos, his immense aura pressing down on the entire assembly. The lightning descending from the dark clouds seemed to add to his momentum!

“Qian Jin is the target I must defeat,” Fen Tu Kuangge, with his dual souls, ascended into the air, his True Saint strength peaking. “Li Dongfeng, let’s make a competition out of this: see who can force Qian Jin to release his first seal first?”

“Brother-in-arms, if I force you to break a seal, I don't ask for anything else—just give me all the cigarettes from your Dou Realm,” Duanfeng Buer eagerly stepped forward.

Mune Zhence flew into the air. “I didn’t make the top sixteen, can I join the group attack?”

Qian Jin smiled. “No problem, come on!”

“Boss Qian Jin, I won’t face you one-on-one then,” Yisha Sai'er activated his Pseudo-Dragon Bloodline Battle Form.

Pan Mengcheng and Pan Mengshen exchanged a look and both flew into the sky in unison.

True Saint, True Saint, True Saint…

One after another, True Saints appeared in the sky, surrounding Qian Jin in the center, leaving the surrounding audience completely petrified.

What was this? These young warriors, who had attained the True Saint realm, who acted so defiantly and unyielding when facing established, veteran Saints—now, facing Qian Jin, another young True Saint, they abandoned their insistence on one-on-one combat and agreed to gang up on him! What did this mean? Did these young True Saints consider Qian Jin even more formidable than the old masters? Everyone attack at once! What kind of concept was this?

“So many fighting one is quite dull. I forfeit,” Chenshui Shi Wang Hong Zheliling stretched and yawned as he looked at Qian Jin. “We’ll have a one-on-one match another day. This one counts as a pass for today.”

Chenshui Shi Wang Hong Zheliling forfeited! He withdrew from the Newcomer King Tournament!

Everyone stared at Hong Zheliling in fresh astonishment. The title Chenshui Shi Wang (Sleeping Lion King) was given by outsiders; within his family, he was called the Wisdom Lion King, simply because this lion was almost always asleep, rarely revealing his wisdom, and few knew what this slumbering lion was truly thinking.

“What right do you have to challenge me alone?” Qian Wuxingchen raised an eyebrow. “When you win according to the rules and reach me, I naturally will…”

“Today, whether you fight or not, you will fight!” Qian Jin slammed his hand onto the metal throne. The floating throne transformed like an ark, carrying Qian Jin downward from the sky, descending like a massive seal governing the populace, overshadowing the entire domain.

The explosive surge of Dou Qi pressure crushed the assembly! The moment Qian Jin made his move, he displayed the bearing of the foremost youth of his generation. Before even engaging, his mere movement caused the winds to churn and the heavens to change color.

As the torrential rain fell, Qian Jin’s throne hung suspended high above, plummeting. Qian Wuxingchen felt a creeping numbness at the scalp, instantly sensing a threat of death enveloping him from above. If he didn't react, the throne would crush him flat right there.

“Qian Jin! You are too arrogant!” Qian Wuxingchen roared, unleashing his True Saint power. The third vertical eye on his forehead, the Myriad Law Divine Eye, fully expanded. Behind him sprouted a pair of wings radiating dazzling seven-colored light—the Instant Wing, part of the Elven King Holy Artifact Set.

Instant Wing. The name itself explained the artifact's ability with utter clarity. Although Saint realm experts could fly, their speed varied greatly, and speed in battle often determined the final outcome. The Instant Wing accelerated flight speed to nearly that of lightning.

The Instant Wing on Qian Wuxingchen's back flickered slightly, and he was already outside the throne's crushing domain. The anger of being attacked naturally triggered a counter-strike.

“Starry Laws, converge in my Eye! With my Eye, I gather all laws!” From Qian Wuxingchen’s vertical eye, hundreds, even thousands, of spells suddenly manifested! Fire, frost, gale, chaos, curse… spells from different domains converged into a chaotic yet infinitely powerful magical roar that tore through space and shattered time, charging toward Qian Jin like an immense dragon.

“Is this a magical version of Chaos? No!” Qian Jin sensed that magic was just magic; it lacked the imprint of intent that martial skills carried. Without this imprint, it was ultimately just a singular force.

“Three Clan Martial Skills, converge in my body! With my Fist, I command all techniques!”

Qian Jin pointed a finger into the air! Disordered martial skills danced rapidly between his fingers. That roaring surge of martial energy also transformed into an invincible giant dragon tearing through the sky, counter-attacking the vast, sweeping magical dragon.

The most composite martial technique versus the most composite magic technique!

Many experts simultaneously watched the sky in shock. Qian Wuxingchen was indeed superior to Qian Wushuang from before; he struck immediately with his greatest advantage! Bloodline warriors of the Elven King lineage were the quintessential dual cultivators of martial and magic arts. They were the darlings of magic, and yet they represented the peak of warriors! Martial skills and magic became their most loyal servants once their bloodline power awakened.

Elven King bloodline warriors possessing the Myriad Law Divine Eye pushed magic to its utmost extreme. They resembled the God of Magic from legends, who commanded the creation of all spells.

The Myriad Law Strike! Qian Wuxingchen’s super-spell, launched with great confidence. Although he couldn't truly gather tens of thousands of spells in that short time, this single strike, infused with three thousand different types of magic, was something very few people in the world could truly withstand!

The collision of these two near-ultimate forces produced a roar surpassing the loudest thunder, completely drowning out the sound of the heavy rain washing the earth.

The moment the torrent of magic met the torrent of martial skills, it began to collapse instantly. It didn't even manage a moment of mutual resistance; upon contact, it shattered, and countless spells reverted to their initial elemental forms under the bombardment of the martial skills, dissipating into the heavens and earth.

The powerful experts, young and old alike, felt their spirits tremble upon witnessing this punch. This vast punch didn't just enact a moment in the Zhence Dynasty’s history; it seemed to gather all the history under the stars since the Primordial Era. It carried the momentum of the civilizational history of all things evolving under the stars.

All civilizations are born from chaos, and all civilizations must eventually perish, returning to chaos! Qian Jin had gained new insights during his previous exchange with Jiuyang Zhenzong. This punch possessed a grander aura than the last, radiating an atmosphere that simultaneously encompassed creation and destruction—the essence of all things creating and destroying.

“How can this be?” Qian Wuxingchen screamed in shock. His True Saint power was vastly different from before, and the Myriad Law Divine Eye unleashed power beyond description. He was certain he should be the foremost of the younger generation, yet Qian Jin shattered his strongest magic with a single strike!

“Qian Kun Wuji Seal!” Qian Wuxingchen flipped his palms, and Dou Qi suddenly gathered, causing the gravity in the surrounding space to change rapidly. This change spread like a plague, surging outward like electricity.

“Qian Kun Wuji Seal?” Qian Jin slightly hooked his finger upward, then pressed down, saying, “Let me teach you how the Qian Family’s Qian Kun Wuji Seal is truly meant to be used!”

Qian Kun Wuji Seal versus Qian Kun Wuji Seal! A simple, direct, clean clash! Qian Wuxingchen’s exclusive martial skill, belonging to a genuine Elven King bloodline warrior, was shattered again by a mere gesture from Qian Jin!

Although Qian Jin had been injured by Jiuyang Zhenzong previously, he had simultaneously gained many insights. He had re-sorted all martial skills in that time, and this confrontation with Qian Wuxingchen instantly validated his understanding. Chaos generates everything; Chaos destroys everything! Chaos allowed Qian Jin to see the genesis of every martial skill he had learned, truly grasping the essence of that technique.

Now, in his understanding of the Qian Kun Wuji Seal, Qian Jin far surpassed Qian Wuxingchen. Qian Wuxingchen had merely learned and executed the skill, whereas Qian Jin stood at a level close to creating it. Qian Wuxingchen was mostly imitating, while Qian Jin could unleash its true essence.

As the strike landed, Qian Zhanxuan’s body shook violently. Only a peak expert like him, who was also the most powerful practitioner of this specific skill, could truly comprehend why Qian Jin’s single finger held greater power than Qian Wuxingchen’s entire punch.

Although both used the Qian Kun Wuji Seal, one was a beginner, the other had complete mastery! Even Qian Zhanxuan, having witnessed this move, suddenly grasped many things he hadn't understood about the Qian Kun Wuji Seal before.

Bang!

Qian Wuxingchen’s martial skill exploded, and he was sent flying backward. He tried to evade the two indestructible forces, but found himself completely enveloped by them; evasion was impossible.

“Crown of Meditation! Activate for me!” Qian Wuxingchen roared. The coronet on his head shot countless electrical currents into his brain. The Myriad Law Divine Eye immediately erupted with blinding light, as if a sun had been embedded in his forehead.

A Holy Artifact! The second piece of the Elven King Set activated, instantly boosting Qian Wuxingchen’s magical power into an endless frenzy. Magical elements from all directions churned into a massive magical storm converging on him. Some mages even felt the magical energy within their bodies become uncontrollable, flying out of them toward the sky to gather above Qian Wuxingchen’s forehead.

The ground trembled. The earth, inscribed with magical arrays, shook. The former head of the Elven family, who managed those arrays, felt Qian Wuxingchen was about to seize control of the formation, intending to retract the magical barrier and crush Qian Jin beneath it!

At this moment, Qian Wuxingchen felt he was not fighting alone. With two Holy Artifacts activated, the rest of his set began to engage! The Qian Kun Wuji Seal manifested again, enhanced further by the power of the Holy Artifacts.

Qian Jin remained seated on his throne, ignoring Qian Wuxingchen, and looked toward the others. “Aren't you going to attack together while you have the chance?”

Shanchuan’s body shifted slightly. The middle-aged man, though only thirty, finally realized that the successor of the Fengyun Qi technique in this generation was stronger than him, and not by a small margin.

“I don't need them! I alone can defeat you!” Qian Wuxingchen gathered both hands before his chest, intending to force the Qian Kun Wuji Seal directly into the myriad spells of the Myriad Law Divine Eye!

Qian Zhanxuan watched this scene, his fists clenched so tightly that thick veins pulsed on the backs of his hands. This was truly the strongest young warrior of the Qian family! Not only was his strength immense, but his combat instinct was unmatched! Fusing martial skills into magic—this was something every generation of Elven King bloodline warriors had dreamed of doing, yet none had ever achieved it!

Qian Zhanxuan took a deep breath. Though stronger than Qian Wuxingchen, even he couldn't achieve this level of fusion!

“All martial skills are born from chaos; all martial skills perish and fade into chaos. All martial skills originate from the same place—that source is everything! This source can contain and encompass all things! Disorder into order, order into disorder! One begets two, two begets three, three transforms into all things!”

Qian Jin closed his eyes, meditating on his recent understanding of Chaos, recalling the scene from the previous punch against Jiuyang Zhenzong. If he could embrace everything, then Jiuyang Zhenzong’s punch would dissolve into nothingness, utterly swallowed and submerged by Chaos.

“Martial skills are like this. Magic is also like this! They come from the same place; fusion is a natural occurrence.”

Qian Jin watched Qian Wuxingchen calmly. This warrior of the Elven King bloodline, leveraging several Holy Artifacts and an on-the-spot epiphany, had unleashed a power level that undoubtedly surpassed Qian Jin as the foremost of the younger generation—perhaps exceeding him significantly!

Crack!

The purple-gold tendon tied at the back of Qian Wuxingchen’s head snapped under the immense force of his expanding hair. The surging power caused the very air to distort and warp.

“Qian Jin! You let me gather power so freely, unleash my might! You will regret this for the rest of your life!” Qian Wuxingchen’s face was contorted, his pupils blazing with absolute confidence. His combined strength now completely eclipsed Qian Jin’s, and this coming strike was aimed at guaranteeing Qian Jin’s total demise!

“The fusion of Dou Qi and Magic will be the first step in forging the glorious life of Qian Wuxingchen! Qian Jin! Behold my Myriad Law Qian Kun Wuji Seal!” Qian Wuxingchen moved with the powerful gait of a dragon, the Instant Wing fluttering repeatedly, bringing him within three meters of Qian Jin, where he unleashed the entirety of his gathered might.

Such a short distance! Such terrifying power! When Qian Wuxingchen saw himself appearing before Qian Jin, his opponent didn't even have time to prepare, filling him with boundless confidence!

"Watch my Chaos Fist," Qian Jin raised his arm, as if grasping heaven and earth in his hand. The Great Stellar Force merged into his entire being. Facing the attack, he stood unmoving and met it with a backhand punch.

Two forces of the utmost extreme clashed and strangled each other in mid-air. Raindrops mixed with battle qi, forming a massive sphere of swirling energy that completely enveloped the two of them, making it impossible to see the actual battle within. All that could be heard was the ceaseless roar of the storm, the violent sound of the wind forcing onlookers to clamp their hands over their ears, watching the sky transform into a scene as if the apocalypse had descended.

"How is this possible? My glory has only just begun!"

"What is happening? Why won't my battle skills obey my commands?"

"Why have the battle skills separated from the magic?"

"How could the battle skill submit to Qian Jin's punch?"

"No!"

Qian Wuxingchen's roaring voice shifted from initial astonishment to confusion, then from confusion to terror, finally dissolving into profound unwillingness.

The raging sphere of energy in the sky burst open with a deafening boom. Qian Wuxingchen’s body shot out like a cannonball, crashing through an observation deck at the very top of the spectator stands, flying directly into the thick, dark clouds above. A bolt of lightning struck him as he soared upward, slamming him heavily back toward the ground.

The already deep crater beneath the ring became even deeper after Qian Wuxingchen impacted it, sending a significant amount of damp earth soaring into the air.

The turbulent mass of air above dispersed. Qian Jin remained seated upon the metal throne. Not only had Qian Wuxingchen failed to force him to unseal his power, he hadn't even managed to force him off the throne.

How could this be? A large group of young warriors stared at Qian Jin in the sky, utterly shocked. Based on the comprehensive power displayed by their battle qi moments ago, Qian Wuxingchen’s destructive capability should have far surpassed Qian Jin's! Qian Jin should have been the one defeated! Why? Why? Why was it Qian Wuxingchen who lost? And Qian Jin hadn't even bothered to stand up?

"Truly formidable..." Pan Hongji’s eye twitched. Qian Jin's understanding of combat had reached a genuinely terrifying level. While Qian Wuxingchen was still striving to increase his power, Qian Jin was already beginning to touch upon the essence of power itself!

"Qian Jin now..." Li Ba spoke, "He has truly reached the echelon of us old guys."

Pan Hongji nodded slowly, though his eyes still held deep doubt and disbelief. Despite interacting with Qian Jin for a very long time and knowing the young man’s progress was rapid, he hadn't anticipated him advancing with such unbelievable speed.

Warriors, much like mages, are a group dedicated to the pursuit of power; their entire lives are spent chasing it.

However, when a warrior pursues power to a certain realm, the mere pursuit of strength is no longer the entirety of the endeavor. They must also simultaneously seek to understand the essence of power, recognize it, and even master a segment of that very essence.

This is precisely why True Saint Warriors create their own unique battle skills—it is through the process of creation that they recognize, understand, and ultimately master the essence of power.

Reaching the True Saint realm is difficult; mastering the essence of power is even more so!

Once the essence of power is grasped, one can locate the essence of the opponent's power during combat and launch the most powerful attack against that core essence, thereby achieving combat methods that appear to be weak overcoming the strong.

Only those who truly comprehend power can understand that the seemingly weaker, victorious party is not weak at all; rather, they have mastered the essence of power—at least a portion of it.

As for mastering all of power's essence? Pan Hongji let out a self-deprecating smile. That requires continuing the pursuit of strength until power reaches its so-called true limit before one even has a chance to see the entirety of its essence.

If a person has not reached the limit of their power, by what right do they presume to see its complete essence?

The beginning of controlling the essence of power is the most crucial marker for the apex group of powerhouses to truly accept newly advanced experts. Now, Qian Jin had genuinely achieved this!

Qian Wuxingchen, utilizing the endless amplification of the Sacred Artifact Set, had surpassed every member of the younger generation in comprehensive might, yet he was still defeated by Qian Jin!

"Qian Jin, your unauthorized attack on a Qian Family warrior means the moment the Rookie King Tournament concludes, I will make my move!" Qian Zhanxuan stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Qian Jin. "No one from the Qian Family will be struck so easily and left alone!"

"I don't need you to tell me. I will seek you out for a fight," Qian Jin glared back proudly at Qian Zhanxuan. "For Uncle Fabredis's grievance, for the insult hurled at my father, this time I will reclaim everything! I will strike down all the glory of the Qian Family!"

At this moment, both the powerful figures of the younger generation and the older generation were moved!

"Either withdraw and forfeit, or choose a group battle." Jiuyang Fenghua sighed, unleashing the strength of the peak of the True Saint realm as he slowly ascended. "Qian Jin, you are truly powerful. I hope you can provide me with enough pressure to help me break through."

Shanchuan ascended silently without uttering a word, positioning himself among the other young warriors to surround Qian Jin.

Wuming’s eyes lit up, and he flew into the sky. With the power of a True Saint wielding Wind and Cloud Battle Qi, he spoke loudly, "You are not the only one to touch upon the essence of power, Qian Jin. I will make you unlock all your seals and see just how formidable your strength truly is."

Qian Wuqing smiled coldly, selecting an inconspicuous angle for attack, ready to launch a sneak strike against Qian Jin at any moment.

The referee watched the chaotic battle dumbfounded. This young man, Qian Jin, had once again disregarded the tournament rules. It was too late for him to intervene now; only His Majesty the Emperor could stop this, yet His Majesty showed no intention of doing so.

Alas! Forget it! The referee shook his head and retreated further away. Were not all these young people full of arrogance? Right now, their eyes were fixed solely on Qian Jin. No matter how much he tried to stop them, it would be useless.

Jiuyang Fenghua, Yishasai’er, Pan Mengshen, Pan Mengcheng, Duanfeng Bu’er, Lei Longli, Wuming, Qian Wuqing, Fentukuangge, Shanchuan!

Out of the top sixteen, a full ten young powerhouses formed a perimeter, completely encircling Qian Jin.

The crowd stared at the formation in the sky, rubbing their eyes repeatedly. Such a lineup... such a lineup... was it truly not meant to eliminate the contemporary Great Devil King? Was it only meant to surround and kill the foremost figure of the younger generation?

Arguably the ten strongest young warriors currently existing stared intently at Qian Jin. Many still hadn't figured out exactly how Qian Wuxingchen had been defeated just now.

"Very good. Thank you all for giving me this opportunity. Your pressure has elevated my spirit to an unprecedented height. I must say, facing all of you, I feel a pressure I have never experienced before." Qian Jin slowly stood up from the throne. The immensely heavy metal throne, once released from Qian Jin’s control, plummeted rapidly into the deep pit, its metallic clang impacting the spirits of the onlookers.

"You are not opponents I can defeat while seated," Qian Jin slowly spread his arms. "In fact, I am truly unsure if I can defeat all of you in my current state! I love this feeling of the unknown! Come on! After this moment today, I will make a decision that countless people will deem utterly foolish! Before that, I hope the oppression you generate can allow me to advance further once more! I need power, I yearn for stronger power!"

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