"I'm in too!" the dull-witted Zhen Ce stood at the edge of the dueling stage, choosing not to soar into the sky. Instead, he merely unfurled his Soul Domain, instantly linking the thoughts of the other ten young powerhouses, allowing them to intuitively understand their required coordination and battle strategy.
Eight? Mu Ne Zhen Ce paused, noting that two individuals had refused the mental linkage—one naturally being the undead Qian Wu Qing, and the other, the mysterious Nameless!
"If you don't link, don't blame me for not helping later when you suffer," Mu Ne Zhen Ce chuckled dismissively. High above, the assembled Saints began to unfurl their Soul Domains, each overlapping and reinforcing the others, boosting the strength of their allies while simultaneously clashing with Qian Jin’s imposing Soul Domains. This pushed the atmosphere before the great battle to its absolute apex. Pan Hong Ji rested his chin on his hand, observing Qian Jin. The combined, stacked power of these young fighters was now equal to that of Qian Wu Xing Chen; their simultaneous assault was surely enough to break through Qian Jin!
"Seal of the Undead, break for me!" Qian Jin slowly raised his hand. A metal magic array on his wrist flared with blinding light, and the black chains of the Undead Curse instantly surged out from within his body, detaching and vanishing.
The oppressive seal was lifted! Everyone immediately tensed. Qian Jin had unlocked the first seal! Which meant the current him was...
Dou Qi was singing! Dou Qi was playing an instrument!
The Dou Qi surrounding Qian Jin sounded a soul-stirring Requiem! It was the exclusive Battle Skill inherited from Uncle Fabredis: the Requiem!
A single Requiem, singing the very essence of a man's might!
Like a colossal war drum, like a zither forged from blood and tears!
Qian Jin's strength rose within the Requiem, sublimating through the melody!
The soaring Dou Qi, the formidable Battle Soul, the upright posture! At this moment, Qian Jin was like a Tyrannosaurus Rex bursting forth from the chaos, traversing the primordial era, piercing the boundaries of time from the void—a monstrous beast from the genesis!
Aura! Qian Jin’s aura expanded maniacally, and the dozen-plus young powerhouses immediately felt the pressure permeating the air.
Jiu Yang Zhen Zong’s face was ashen. Was this the Qian Jin after unlocking the first seal? He was already powerful enough to rival Zhen Zong himself! If they fought, Zhen Zong’s odds of victory were less than seventy percent! Perhaps not even sixty! At most, he held only a slight advantage, an advantage too slim to be decisive.
Pan Hong Ji turned to Li Ba. "If this kid unlocks the other seal, perhaps only you, I, or the Demon King of this era could contend with him? If there are no other Bloodline Warriors who can achieve ultimate awakening to fight him, I fear there truly are only that many."
"That's right," Li Ba sighed, looking towards Jiu Yang Zhen Zong nearby. "He surely never imagined Qian Jin's strength would reach this level, did he? I wonder if he regrets it now?"
"He certainly didn't imagine it..." Pan Hong Ji shook his head. "Even I didn't expect this level of power. I don't know what kind of special tempering he underwent; his resulting burst of growth from unlocking the same seal is far greater than others."
Li Ba silently nodded repeatedly. This question truly was incomprehensible; Qian Jin was forever shrouded in mystery.
Qian Jin’s gaze swept past everyone, landing directly on Qian Zhan Xuan in the VIP section. He slowly clenched his fists, savoring the surging power within his body. The primary reason Qian Wu Xing Chen lost to him was that he lacked the capacity to control the power exceeding the limit, which was unleashed by the Holy Artifact.
In that moment, Qian Wu Xing Chen wasn't commanding the power; he was commanded by it. He had become a slave to the force.
He couldn't master that power, let alone precisely control and deploy it. His seemingly terrifying techniques were merely empty shells; they could annihilate an opponent in the hands of someone who hadn't grasped the essence of the power.
But before someone who began to understand, comprehend, and master the essence of the power, that force became fragile, indescribably weak, shattering at the slightest touch.
It was for this reason that Qian Jin was able to directly seize the Qian Kun Wuji Seal from his opponent during the battle, effortlessly separating that bizarre combination of combat skills.
Understanding everything, Qian Jin knew clearly that even if he released the remaining power, he couldn't achieve precise control. He could grasp that immense power, but not wield it with accuracy. What needed to happen now was familiarization—to become intimate with the power in his hands and bring it all under perfect command.
And the best shortcut to mastery was combat! There was no better way to familiarize oneself with power than through fighting!
Qian Zhan Xuan maintained his usual expression, making it impossible to fathom what confidence he possessed to remain so composed when facing the current Qian Jin, fully aware that he still held back a seal.
The sniping attempt outside the fortress that day nearly cost Qian Jin his life, followed by the hatred stemming from Fabredis’s demise—their conflict was already fated to result in one's death!
Pan Hong Ji stared curiously at Qian Zhan Xuan. What was this overbearing man thinking? How could he remain so calm? What trump cards did he possibly hold?
"Qian Zhan Xuan is always someone who cannot be underestimated," Li Ba murmured. "Don't forget one of Qian Zhan Xuan's habits."
Qian Zhan Xuan's habit? Pan Hong Ji’s eyes suddenly lit up. The outwardly domineering head of the Qian family possessed aspects unknown to many.
Qian Zhan Xuan was extremely fond of reading books, devouring all sorts of ancient texts, and deeply enjoyed researching legends rumored to exist only in myth, often undertaking expeditions for verification.
The Qian family possessed two Holy Artifacts, both obtained through Qian Zhan Xuan’s investigative efforts. His explorations frequently yielded fortuitous encounters, an advantage Pan Hong Ji wished to emulate and had attempted to learn, even reaping some benefit from it.
However, Pan Hong Ji merely studied it; Qian Zhan Xuan possessed a fervent, innate passion. No one could guarantee what benefits Qian Zhan Xuan had gleaned from his years of exploration, or whether they had bolstered his strength. Every powerhouse has their own hidden reserves! Even Jiu Yang Zhen Zong possessed one, but Qian Zhan Xuan’s were the most mysterious. With frequent expeditions and countless chances, his reservoir of trump cards was naturally the largest.
"Defeat them, and you will have the qualification to issue me a true challenge," Qian Zhan Xuan said slowly to Qian Jin, hands clasped behind his back. "The me this time will show you what a complete difference means compared to the last time."
Qian Jin withdrew his gaze from Qian Zhan Xuan and surveyed the other young warriors. "In this battle, I have no intention of unlocking the second seal. I intend to defeat all of you with only my current strength. If anyone can force me to unlock the second seal, I will concede they win."
One against ten! He chose not to unlock the seal! This was a display of supreme spirit, pushing both sides to the extreme! Transforming that intense pressure during the fight into the very power needed to help himself and his friends break through!
Qian Jin knew clearly that after this event, he wouldn't be able to venture to the Demon Race alone; Bu Er, Kuang Ge, and the others would insist on accompanying him. Even if he left by himself, they would still infiltrate the Demon Race and charge toward the City of Fallen Ones.
The best approach was to go together, using this Newcomer King Tournament to elevate themselves once more! As for how to reach the Demon Race to rescue Lucifer Liu Shui, he would worry about that later!
The two hundred thousand spectators, and even numerous veteran powerhouses, couldn't fathom Qian Jin’s reasoning. If he simply followed the established path in the Newcomer King competition, he would likely secure the title. Why risk such a flamboyant display that pushed him toward near impossibility?
Only a few high-level experts understood that Qian Jin’s vision had long surpassed the comprehension level of ordinary experts, let alone that of the other young fighters.
In the eyes of Li Ba and several pinnacle masters, Qian Jin was now fully recognized. This young man had truly stepped into the realm of Martial Arts Grandmaster, moreover, a Great Grandmaster level! He was truly among the foremost existences of the current age!
Suspended in the sky was the strongest generation of young fighters ever assembled in the history of the Newcomer King Tournament. Their combined might could strike down many peak powerhouses alive today.
Now, they were joining forces against a single young warrior, also a newcomer!
When Qian Jin remained still, he was quiet; when he moved, even the stars would change color. What he was doing now was something most old-generation True Saints would not dare attempt.
At this moment, all eyes turned toward Bao Long Zhen Ce. Only His Majesty, the current Emperor, possessed the right to declare the commencement of such a grand battle.
"I announce the start of the All-Out Battle in the Newcomer King Ultimate Finals! The last ones standing... will be the victorious side!"
The instant the words left Bao Long Zhen Ce’s mouth, massive lightning bolts plunged down from the sky, as if to emphasize the Emperor’s decree.
Lightning struck, the energy field shifted!
Li Dong Feng, mastering the lightning, roared like a true dragon, causing the entire arena to hum violently. "Qian Jin, we thank you for giving us this pressure! Challenging the entire youth generation of the Zhen Ce Dynasty single-handedly! We will return the favor with enough force!"
Amidst Li Dong Feng’s roar, the other ten young powerhouses spread their arms wide, unleashing their Dou Qi power without restraint, activating the Holy Artifacts they carried. The friction and clash of their Dou Qi generated thunderous explosions. The arena instantly surged to a breathtaking peak, forcing onlookers to cough blood!
Jiu Yang Feng Hua, Iza Sail, Pan Meng Shen, Pan Meng Cheng, Duan Feng Bu Er, Lei Long Li, Nameless, Qian Wu Qing, Fen Tu Kuang Ge, Shan Chuan, and Mu Ne Zhen Ce—these eleven almost perfectly represented the pinnacle fighting strength of the youth generation.
Not only were they all Saints, but most were True Saints. Their Soul Domains stimulated each other, generating mutual assistance. In any single family, they would be the elite of the elite; formed into their own faction, they would dominate a region!
Now, these individuals were simultaneously focused on one person, directing all their attention and hostility onto Qian Jin alone. This immense, invisible pressure was nearly solidifying, enough to shatter the spirit and fighting will of a veteran powerhouse who faced it.
If an ordinary person were surrounded on the street, they would be terrified; let alone facing such a collection of True Saints capable of bringing destruction with a mere gesture.
"Your Majesty, please evacuate the crowd," Pan Hong Ji looked at Bao Long Zhen Ce. "Once they engage, this place will certainly be destroyed."
"What?" Bao Long Zhen Ce was momentarily stunned. Without further inquiry, he sharply waved a hand toward the array mages responsible for the magic formations. The people seated suddenly felt the stone stools beneath them soften. Before they could react to what was happening, everyone collectively floated upwards.
Two hundred thousand people ascending at once! This required an enormous number of magic crystals placed beneath the arena to power the massive Levitation Magic, safely transferring everyone outside the dueling grounds.
"Listen up, everyone! Run! The arena cannot withstand their battle! Run! If you don't want to die, run quickly!"
The crowd hadn't processed what happened before they heard Bao Long Zhen Ce’s warning amplified through the sound-amplifying magic.
Destroyed? The two hundred thousand people stopped hesitating and turned, fleeing in the opposite direction of the arena. Instantly, the area outside the arena descended into chaos. Those unaware might have thought the Demon Race had breached the walls of the Divine Capital.
Streaks of lightning descended like scenes from the apocalypse, emitting rolling roars.
Dou Qi sprayed everywhere in the sky. Qian Jin felt the surrounding air being squeezed, as the excessive impact and condensation of Dou Qi caused the air itself to distort. The actual scenery viewed through this air was distorted; the sense of near and far distance had been utterly stolen.
In this environment, relying on naked eyesight to observe anything would ensure immediate defeat!
"Exciting pressure!" Qian Jin took a deep breath of the thin air. "In the future, the pressure I face will be greater than this! If I cannot overcome even this pressure, how can I face what lies ahead?"
At the moment the aura reached its densest point, Li Dong Feng let out a long cry to the sky and strode toward Qian Jin. With a single step that seemed to shrink the heavens and gather the earth, he unleashed the ultimate technique of the Three-Headed Golden Dragon family without reservation. Violent lightning coiled around his entire arm, transforming into a Blue Dragon that tore through space, locking onto Qian Jin's head with an aura of endless destruction.
First attack!
Li Dong Feng did not abandon the move to strike first simply because there were many of them. Instead, he moved to attack immediately!
At this moment, Li Dong Feng's opponent was Qian Jin, but not only Qian Jin; his opponents also included others! The collaborators who forced Qian Jin to unlock his second seal were the strongest among this group!
Li Dong Feng’s thinking was shared by the others. Fen Tu Kuang Ge simultaneously soared through the air with a long cry, his Great True Gold Dou Qi shattering the void as he grabbed a massive water-element battle blade.
The eleven powerhouses attacked simultaneously! Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s mental interference blast was already piercing the battlefield, striking Qian Jin's mind, aiming to cause misjudgments in combat range, forcing him to unlock the second seal and rely on overwhelming power to suppress everyone.
The moment the battle began, Qian Jin felt the simultaneous attacks from the eleven surrounding him. Except for the peak Saint level, the speed of the other True Saints was exactly the same—not the slightest difference!
Even among True Saints, there were differences in individual strength, yet their speeds were perfectly synchronized, arriving at the exact same moment. This was clearly due to Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s coordination, achieving this delicate balance.
Same speed? Unfortunately! The power of the attacks differed! Qian Jin keenly sensed this irreconcilable disparity. The strongest among them was not Li Dong Feng, nor Duan Feng Bu Er or Fen Tu Kuang Ge, but Nameless!
As a fellow True Saint, this young warrior—who inexplicably used the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi—possessed a strength that still significantly outclassed the other young True Saints.
This was? Chaos!
When Qian Jin saw the Battle Skill materializing in Nameless's hand, his scalp didn't just tingle—the muscles around his eyes twitched violently. This young man was a complete replica of himself! Whatever he could do, Nameless could execute, even utilizing his own unique creation, Chaos—a Chaos that he himself had not yet fully perfected—and the opponent could use it too?
How was this possible? How could this be!
It was always others who were shocked by Qian Jin’s actions, yet today, something had truly stunned Qian Jin! Nameless, when idle, was nothing, but when he struck, he could annihilate stars! The Chaos Battle Skill churned within his fist and arm, with not a single trace of Dou Qi leaking outside the limb.
No external Dou Qi leakage! All the Dou Qi was concentrated within the fist and arm! This was a fatal strike capable of destroying even stars!
Nameless knew clearly that against an opponent like Qian Jin, externally released Dou Qi would be useless. Only by uniting all strength with the physical body could Qian Jin truly be harmed.
Facing Nameless's Chaos, Qian Jin truly couldn't conceive of any Battle Skill to counter it other than using Chaos itself. It seemed the opponent could use every technique he possessed. If someone claimed that Black Uncle and the others had joined forces to create a Second Battle Body for him, Qian Jin would believe it.
In this world, only a Second Battle Body could perfectly simulate and unleash all the Battle Skills of the master, with hardly any disparity in strength!
Could it be? Had his uncles and the others collaborated, using his lack of attention to communicate with the Dou Qi within him to forge such a Second Battle Body?
If it were anyone else, Qian Jin wouldn't believe someone could create a Second Battle Body under these circumstances, but Black Uncle and the others were too powerful; perhaps they truly could manufacture such a body without the fighter’s cooperation.
A Second Battle Body is never immediately subservient to the main body upon creation; it must be subdued by the original master. If it cannot be subdued, the Second Body will flee, or worse, devour the master and become the true primary body.
"Defeat me, and I will pledge allegiance to you!"
Qian Jin recalled Nameless’s words and felt even more strongly that this person might be the Second Body created by his uncles. That's why he needed to be defeated; otherwise, why would he call himself Nameless?
The skills the master possessed, the Second Body would naturally use—this was the secret and advantage of the mysterious and supreme Second Body.
"You possess the form of Chaos, but lack its substance! I don't know why you use Wind and Cloud Dou Qi, or why you can use all my Battle Skills, some even better than I do. But! This Chaos is my original creation. Today, let me teach you what true Chaos is!"
As Qian Jin spoke, he strode toward Nameless. This single movement instantly shattered the synchronized balance of everyone’s approach, and the others immediately fell into a sequence of arrival times.
Mu Ne Zhen Ce’s Soul Domain rapidly expanded, instantly adjusting everyone’s speed. As Qian Jin moved, his body swayed repeatedly, creating multiple physical manifestations of the Thousand Army Battle Skill that lunged toward the others.
Nameless remained silent, yet as he walked, his body also swayed, splitting into countless Thousand Army strikes to intercept and counter every one of Qian Jin's manifestations. Li Dong Feng and the others simultaneously unleashed their Thousand Army strikes to disrupt Qian Jin’s momentum and disrupt their coordinated timing.
In an instant, a battle involving over a dozen individuals transformed into a confrontation involving dozens of manifestations. Li Dong Feng decisively swept his arm downward across the air, and several bolts of lightning controlled by his Thunder Soul Domain immediately plunged down from the sky, aimed at Qian Jin.
Rhythmic pace! Li Dong Feng struck first, the lightning descending from above! He was the first to attack remotely!
Qian Jin didn't look at the descending lightning. Another Thousand Army projection flew out of his body, charging toward the lightning. His Chaos fist surged upward, meeting Nameless's Chaos. The collision of these two forces of Chaos immediately revealed who possessed deeper comprehension of Chaos and clearer control over the power. Nameless’s fist was knocked aside by the chaotic force, and the devastating power of Chaos slammed toward Nameless’s body!
Danger!
Nameless’s arm shifted unnervingly; his shoulder wobbled slightly. His body’s balance was instantly compromised, and all his Battle Skills entered a state of semi-st
The instant the follow-up attack commenced, Wuming suddenly felt the dim sky grow even darker. Qian Jin cleaved through Wuming's chaos, his strike manifesting like heaven itself. The man moved with the force of a tiger pouncing on a lamb, descending upon his target. With a punch condensed like iron and hard as steel, it dragged forth the majesty of surging stellar rivers. Star waves rolled and surged, the might of a supreme expert displayed to the absolute limit.
Wuming instantly felt all connection with his surroundings utterly shattered. Beneath this starlight, only he stood alone, confronting a single punch that pierced the long river of Tai Gu civilization’s history. Even Li Dongfeng and Duan Fengbuer, facing this blow, could not withstand it safely.
Endless thunderous sonic booms erupted, as if all the lightning from the heavens had descended at once.
In that split second between life and death, a surge of pure Gang Qi rose from Wuming’s chest, mixed with an incomparable battle intent. He let out a long roar, like tens of thousands of soldiers who had fought bloody battles for years, issuing an unyielding challenge. His left hand tucked tightly against his right arm, executing a pivot like a coiling python—he unleashed a special punch, utterly imbued with the essence of Wu!
Wu! Everything vanished! Everything became nothingness!
Neither chaos, nor genesis, nor conclusion.
There was no beginning, and naturally, there could be no end!
The aura of Wu!
Any power entering this state would be reduced to nothingness.
“Chaos, so be it. Origin, whatever it may be, all shall eventually return to Wu!” Wuming’s expression was solemn and grave. His comprehension and power had reached a level that made even veteran peak experts’ eyes light up. He had surpassed all younger experts aside from Qian Jin; he was now on the same plane as Qian Jin.
As this punch flew out, heaven and earth seemed poised to dissolve entirely into nothingness.
Qian Jin’s expression remained unchanged, his punching momentum entirely unyielding. His entire body’s Dou Qi steamed forth—his Three Great Battle Souls simultaneously exerted their power, causing his might to increase yet again!
One Body, Three Souls!
This was Qian Jin’s unique state—no matter how powerful Wuming became, he could never possess the 'One Body, Three Souls' condition!
Fen Tu Kuangge’s 'One Body, Two Souls' had already shocked everyone with its might. Now, Qian Jin unleashing the full power of 'One Body, Three Souls,' his imposing aura began to ascend and leap forward once more, his Chaos Punch shattering the aura of Wu.
The punch slammed down completely. Wuming’s sublimated state of Wu instantly collapsed. His body was impacted, sent floating backward in retreat, spurting a mouthful of blood. His offensive was broken, and he was temporarily forced out of the melee.
At that exact moment! Li Dongfeng broke through the thousands of troops Qian Jin had erected, his thunderous fist slamming directly into Qian Jin’s back. That punch struck air, exploding with a roar akin to a massive metal bell being struck.
The thick arcs of electric light did not pass through Qian Jin’s body. The light collided with him, then, like a waterfall hitting unyielding stone, it surged backward and scattered wildly.
It connected! Li Dongfeng rejoiced inwardly, surprised he could strike Qian Jin’s body so easily.
Qian Jin’s body staggered from the blow to his back. Li Dongfeng, having entered the True Saint realm, was increasing in power every second. This full-force impact, if landed on another True Saint, would be enough to send that Saint home resting for a year or two—and eventually die from grievous injuries.
But Qian Jin was different!
The defense of the Wind and Cloud Golden Body was in no way inferior to Fen Tu Kuangge’s Great True Gold Dou Qi. Furthermore, within his body resided a complete Sacred Artifact shield that had completely melted and integrated—his defensive capability was far superior even to Fen Tu Kuangge’s.
Li Dongfeng managed to make Qian Jin stagger with one punch, but he himself did not escape unscathed—the Dou Qi on his fist was shattered, and his hand bones felt a dull ache.
It was all due to the obstruction of those thousands of troops! Li Dongfeng sighed with regret in his heart. If Qian Jin’s thousands of troops hadn't forced him to unleash his strongest blow to shatter them, the might of his punch should have been far greater than it was now.
Qian Jin staggered, then spun around to grab Li Dongfeng’s wrist. His five fingers spread wide, as if he were grasping heaven and earth in his palm. Li Dongfeng was a fraction of a second too late to withdraw his hand; the fist that had just left Qian Jin’s back was firmly grasped in Qian Jin’s five fingers.
“Qian Jin! Don’t just watch Dongfeng!”
The moment Duan Fengbuer’s voice sounded, those rapidly advancing young warriors simultaneously appeared beside Qian Jin!
Instant Teleport Soul Domain! Duan Fengbuer had entered the True Saint realm, and the power of this Soul Domain expanded again, moving everyone directly to Qian Jin’s side.
Fen Tu Kuangge’s golden palm pressed down from the air, causing even the air to solidify into golden characters wherever it passed. It left a channel forged of condensed gold in the sky, a palm strike delivered without reservation, intending to crush Qian Jin into a golden statue!
“Qian Jin! Let me devour you! Let me draw closer to the state of godhood!” Qian Wuqing’s arm was like a blade, his Qian Kun Wuji Seal tinged with the faint, ashen aura of the undead. Wherever it passed, plants withered instantly, and animals immediately decayed into death. His Death Aura had reached a truly terrifying level, capable of instantly converting many surrounding living things into the lowest-grade undead.
The mountains and rivers remained silent. The inheritor of the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi was currently separated by such a vast gap from the inheritor of the Mountain and River Dou Qi. The unconquerable spirit within him transformed all his glory into battle intent. As he struck out, the mountains and rivers shook, embodying the very essence of stabilizing the realm!
Thirty years of life, traversing every inch of the Zhen Ce Dynasty’s landscape, feeling the power of the nation’s mountains and rivers—this punch was finally perfect! A single strike contained the essence of all mountains and rivers!
The momentum of this punch was intense! Even Pan Hongji couldn't help but utter a sound of praise. The successor of the Mountain and River Dou Qi in this generation far surpassed the previous one—Stabilizing the Realm!
All the young experts unleashed their strongest attacks simultaneously. The pressure caused the air to explode completely, forming immense, towering vortexes that obscured what was happening within.
Pressure! Qian Jin’s hair stood straight up at this moment. Facing a single strike, he wouldn't worry. But facing such a coordinated group attack—even a true Sacred Artifact would be completely shattered by these fierce fighters.
Qian Jin flicked his wrist, and Li Dongfeng immediately felt his balance vanish. His body uncontrollably slammed toward Duan Fengbuer, who was not far away.
Damn it! Duan Fengbuer cursed inwardly. He didn't alter his punch but used Instant Teleport to shift Li Dongfeng sideways. This momentary distraction caused his speed to slow down by just a tiny fraction.
Qian Jin let out a sky-rending roar, the sound wave piercing the vortex of air and spreading outward. This roar resembled both a dragon and a tiger, exuding the supreme aura of one who rules as King.
Chaos!
Every time Qian Jin unleashed an attack, he gained new insights. His punch against Wuming, by targeting the opponent’s flaw, allowed him to realize his own deficiency. When attacking now, he no longer needed other Dou Skills. While Chaos might not be his strongest technique yet, it would certainly become the ultimate skill in the future!
Qian Jin found himself unable to move freely. He unleashed Chaos from both hands simultaneously, two massive, dragon-like forces tearing toward Qian Wuqing and Fen Tu Kuangge’s golden palms. A massive sword energy, piercing straight up to the heavens, erupted from his body. This energy was ten zhang high, fearlessly cleaving directly towards Duan Fengbuer.
Slaying the Sky! The strongest form of Slaying the Sky is not merely executed by the hands—it is the ability to cleave the sky from anywhere on the body! For many years, no one had managed to condense the Iron Arm Mantis Bloodline warrior's ultimate form. Qian Jin, by summarizing the Chaos Dou Skill, finally grasped the profound subtlety of Slaying the Sky.
The highest realm of the Iron Arm Mantis is when the entire body becomes an arm—the person is the arm, and the arm can slay the sky! Instead of obsessing over the powerful attacks of the four limbs.
As Slaying the Sky unleashed, Duan Fengbuer flipped both palms, black, viscous energy permeating his hands: “Swallow it!”
In this ultra-close combat, Duan Fengbuer either had to use Instant Teleport to retreat or take the blow head-on! His instantaneous decision led him to choose confrontation! Duan Fengbuer activated his devouring ability to its maximum, intending to swallow this blow capable of splitting the sky.
Qian Jin’s two fists, like world-destroying massive stars, let out a whining, roaring sound within the vortex of Dou Qi—drawing on the momentum of his roar, they unleashed boundless destructive aura, emitting piercing air-rending sounds like a chaotic dance of demons.
Pan Hongji’s Eyes of Ten Thousand Interpretations instantly stopped spinning, staring blankly at Qian Jin within the storm.
Qian Jin’s imposing aura accumulated to its absolute peak. Launching strikes with both hands—left and right—his arms were as sharp as arrows loosed from a bow!
At this moment, Qian Jin perfectly integrated his own body into these punches: using his body as the bow! His body as the string! Both arms as the arrows! Chaos as the arrowhead!
In that instant, Qian Jin elevated Chaos to a new level. His fists collided with the two young experts. The only sound left in the air was like two high-speed trains traveling at three hundred kilometers per hour crashing into each other. The Dou Skill Arena could no longer withstand the impact of these ferocious forces; it trembled and collapsed, massive cracks appearing across the spectator stands, as if a great earthquake had struck.
These were the strongest experts of the younger generation. If they had intentionally used their fists to strike the arena individually, they could probably dismantle it in a few blows. Now, with everyone attacking together, the residual shockwaves alone were enough to demolish the venue.
Qian Jin repelled Qian Wuqing and Fen Tu Kuangge with his double-handed strikes, taking the brunt of the others' attacks head-on. His body swayed repeatedly, the blood and energy in his chest churning incessantly.
Although Li Na Lei Long’s punch did not injure Qian Jin, it broke his most fluid rhythm. At this moment, Pan Mengshen and Pan Mengcheng, both True Saint experts, simultaneously struck Qian Jin, causing his body to burn fiercely internally, shaking like a giant pillar about to topple.
“Qian Jin! Fall for me!” Jiu Yang Fenghua, possessing the strength of a True Saint, broke through the layers of storm and arrived beside Qian Jin. Suddenly, her bloodline awakened at this very moment! She advanced!
Under the crushing pressure of countless powerful forces, the power of the War God Bloodline, at Qian Jin’s weakest defensive moment, finally awakened completely!
Golden light enveloped Jiu Yang Fenghua. Nine points of light, like suns in the sky, bloomed on her fist. They waxed and waned, illustrating the passage of the sun, moon, and stars; illustrating the history of human vicissitudes; illustrating the rise and fall of all things!
Though the Dou Qi of this punch did not yet surpass that of Jiu Yang Zhenzong, the intent she manifested had reached a new height! It was as if she were the god guiding all civilizations and all things!
Surpassing the intent of rise and fall mastered by Jiu Yang Zhenzong, the power of this punch closely chased the might of Jiu Yang Zhenzong’s original strike!
“Qian Jin!” Duan Fengbuer had also broken through Slaying the Sky. With several superficial cuts on his body, he threw a punch at Qian Jin.
“Ultra-Void Soul! Return to the Body!”
The Three Great Battle Souls instantly returned to Qian Jin’s body! Surging Dou Qi shot outward through his body like millions of steel needles. Debris in the sky struck by this Dou Qi was instantly pulverized. The massive vortex of Dou Qi was riddled with holes by these countless needles!
“I control Chaos! Chaos is the origin of all! All returns to Chaos!” Qian Jin stood like a War God, Dou Qi flowing throughout his entire being. He did not move, enduring the blows from the two men, his body shaking repeatedly, but the steps he did take never moved him even one true step from his original position.
“You two shall take my Chaos strike!”
The skin of the two young experts instantly tightened to an extreme degree. Instinctively, they sensed the terrifying power. At this moment, Qian Jin was so formidable he no longer resembled a human, but rather a demigod.
“Honor and disgrace, rise and fall! The vastness of the world! All things experience decline!”
“Nine Snakes Devouring Stars! Serpent Emperor Seal!”
Jiu Yang Fenghua’s palms continuously increased in power as she unleashed the strongest Dou Skill of the War God Bloodline clan again. Duan Fengbuer, who had learned the ultimate secret technique of the Nine-Headed Snake family from Serpent Emperor Pan Hongji, unleashed it without reservation.
“Before Chaos, everything else is mere superficiality.”
Qian Jin once again used his body as the bow and his arms as the arrows to send Chaos forth. The air suddenly filled with the sound of tens of thousands of troops drawing their bowstrings simultaneously, dozens of thousands forming one group, launching volley after volley of arrows—the sharp sound of bowstrings snapping!
Continuous Arrows! Or perhaps, it should be called Gale and Torrent—a shooting technique Qian Jin had created by integrating the essence of the three great archery arts, pushing the capability of rapid-fire to the extreme!
However, this shooting technique was now being applied to Qian Jin’s dual arms!
The four young True Saint warriors surrounding Qian Jin simultaneously cried out in alarm, “Not good!” Duan Fengbuer used Instant Teleport to rapidly retreat, and countless channels of air flow formed in the sky where the fists had struck.
True Saint experts could clearly see that the air channels left by the fist imprints were increasing uncontrollably around Qian Jin, centered on him. In an instant, no one could approach Qian Jin’s vicinity again.
At this moment! Qian Jin’s group combat technique was finally completed!
Duan Fengbuer teleported out, his face pale and blue, stopping his backward slide only after moving a thousand meters. He looked at Qian Jin at the center point in astonishment—even his own teleportation had almost failed to get him clear in time! This was only from being brushed by the mere ripple of his fist force!
Duan Fengbuer had been timely in casting teleportation on himself, but the other three True Saint experts were not so lucky. Jiu Yang Fenghua, having just entered the True Saint realm, retreated five thousand meters with blood staining her red lips after one punch.
Fen Tu Kuangge felt his protective Dou Skill shattered, his arm feeling numb and sore, retreating two thousand meters. Looking at Qian Jin, he realized he had blocked at least thirty-five punches in one instant! He had taken one directly to his body, and now his arms were so sore that his Dou Qi flowed sluggishly.
In less than half a second, Fen Tu Kuangge’s arm recovered, but he knew that in a fight to the death, half a second would be enough to kill him ten times over.
Pan Mengcheng’s lips were stained with blood, his two arms twitching and vibrating from numbness. He recalled with lingering fear how he managed to block twenty-seven of Qian Jin’s attacks?
“Incredible…” Pan Mengshen retreated three thousand meters, speaking in praise, when he suddenly felt an indescribable pressure. After finishing Gale and Torrent, Qian Jin charged straight for him!
The impact pressed the air into a powerful coercion that forcibly interrupted Pan Mengshen’s normal breathing. Chaos Fist pulled back the arm and opened the elbow, descending like an eagle diving for a rabbit.
“Serpent Emperor Seal!”
In his haste, Pan Mengshen could not dodge. He hastily unleashed the ultimate secret skill again to meet the strike head-on! The other youngsters could not rush to his aid; Qian Jin’s recovery speed was too fast, and his momentum too sudden!
Instant Teleport! Pan Mengshen’s body vanished, immediately reappearing two hundred meters away in the sky, using the instantaneous movement for high-speed evasion.
Bang! Pan Mengshen spat blood from both fists, his body tumbling backward, rolling continuously in the air, flying eight thousand meters away!
Instant Teleport was ultimately half a beat too slow; Pan Mengshen still took the majority of Qian Jin’s power. He finally landed with a thud eight thousand meters away.
Defeated! Pan Mengshen was out! He fell outside the arena!
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