The Bull Demon King's fighting spirit ignited, and he held nothing back, immediately unleashing his most ferocious aura, spreading his arms wide to make his form appear even more colossal! "Tiger Style! Raging Tiger Pierces the Forest!" Qin Fen's eyes snapped open just as the Bull Demon King's arms closed within a meter of him, carrying immense kinetic force.

His two spread arms crossed and slammed down from overhead! The Bull Demon King's strike held two intentions: tearing and crushing! Each was straightforward, vast, and sweeping, aimed squarely at Qin Fen’s head and shoulders!

Raging Tiger Pierces the Forest was inherently a combat method fusing movement technique with offense. A fully enraged tiger's full-force collision—never mind a man—few other large beasts could withstand such an impact. The crossed arms formed a tiger's maw!

In Qin Fen's view, the Bull Demon King was now a savage tiger! Facing an attack capable of shredding a warhorse, the light in Qin Fen's eyes flared. He shifted his shoulders and retracted his neck by several inches, tightened his ankles, and puffed out his back!

All his strength transferred downward, curving his body like a rider mounting the wildest steed, as he rocketed backward at high speed. Stepping Back to Crouch the Tiger! The Bull Demon King's pupils contracted violently; Raging Tiger Pierces the Forest missed its mark!

As Qin Fen retreated, the sole of his foot struck the ground. His normal thigh muscles suddenly inflated, rapidly thickening and expanding into explosive power. His foot hammered the earth with the sound of ancient battlefield drums, and his body, swift as a leopard, skimmed across the ground.

In the blink of an eye, covering a distance of over ten meters, he was upon his opponent. Stamping Down! Body leaning forward!

A sharp cracking sound echoed from his spine. His raised arms formed a suffocating arc, resembling a massive axe or a mighty hammer! He struck down toward the Bull Demon King with unprecedented ferocity!

Tiger Style? Then I will use the Tiger Subduing Strike from Shaolin Arhat Fist to beat the tiger dead! Was that the Tiger Subduing Strike?

Or the Iron Hammer from the new Taekwondo Jeon-Tae? The Bull Demon King had no time to ponder. The special machinery implanted within him began to operate at that instant.

Countless elemental True Qi of the Earth rapidly suffused his entire body. His skin and muscles tightened completely in that moment—hardened flesh brimming with power, cast as if from molten steel. His utterly fearless momentum, long suppressed like a buried bomb, truly erupted at that juncture.

New Martial Art! Steel War Physique! The brilliance in Qin Fen’s eyes surged.

He was a master of New Martial Arts? The attack—the fusion of the Iron Hammer and the Tiger Subduing Strike—did not change. His True Qi surged more violently, flooding his arm with more blood.

The tendons in his right arm snapped taut and spread out; the entire limb instantly turned deep cyan-black, more than double the thickness of his left arm, looking like a black iron pillar rather than a limb! This punch, when thrown, carried a chilling gale; it could fell a rhinoceros! Qin Fen’s battle presence soared to heights never before reached.

What is this! A shock slammed into the Bull Demon King's core. He never imagined that the person who used Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill and Shaolin Arhat Fist for thirty-six hours could unleash the imposing might of a true Arhat descending upon the world when exerting force.

To evade meant certain demise! The Bull Demon King instinctively reacted even before his mind processed it. He layered True Qi over his own right arm as he struck back, forcing a faint metallic sheen to appear on his tightened muscles.

Adamantine Battle Form! The advanced evolution of the Steel War Physique! The Bull Demon King felt the breakthrough he had been striving for over many days—a barrier he could never cross—was about to happen during the opening trial of the Sky Combat Net.

A boundless ambition surged within him, and the power of his ensuing strike, Roving Across the Four Seas, intensified dramatically. This final battle, he must win, no matter what! He absolutely had to win!

For the honor of the Niu Jinniu family, he had to win! Win! Must win!

For one hundred dollars! Qin Fen felt the opponent's aura swell, and his own resolve to win grew even firmer. Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four successive collisions! The Iron Hammer Tiger Subduing Strike met Roving Across the Four Seas head-on. The Bull Demon King was forced back repeatedly.

Cracks, like hairline fissures, appeared on his metallic-sheened muscles. This was not muscle tearing; it was purely the state where the Iron War Qi attached to his arms was on the verge of shattering. Qin Fen’s Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill and Shaolin Arhat Fist were too brutally rigid.

They exceeded the Bull Demon King’s cautious estimation. In a direct clash, the True Qi was violently shaken to the point of nearly escaping control. Even the integrated True Qi Adapter implanted within him—responsible for regulation, storage, and stimulation—could not restore and adjust the True Qi to its optimal state in the shortest timeframe.

Seeing Qin Fen launch a pursuit with a burst from his feet, the Bull Demon King suddenly mobilized the scattered True Qi, slamming his left foot down to stabilize himself. Using that point as a pivot, he whipped his waist using the force of his retreat, swinging his right leg out like a whip in a sharp counter-arc toward Qin Fen! Tiger Tail Kick!

The Tiger Tail, one of the three primary attack methods of the Fierce Tiger, was also the most hidden and the most lethal among the three. Tiger Style Fist had also incorporated this Tiger Tail attack methodology, creating the Tiger Tail Kick. Because the user swept it out like a real tiger’s tail, it was both fierce and dangerously subtle—arguably the most potent killer move in the Tiger Style Fist arsenal!

Qin Fen’s eyes widened, like a Crouching Arhat. The muscles across his back and shoulders twitched. His outstretched fingers cracked loudly, web-like blue veins reappeared across both arms, and both hands shot out to intercept the Bull Demon King’s Tiger Tail Kick.

Withered Tree Entwining Roots! A rare grappling technique from the Shaolin Arhat Fist! The Bull Demon King’s eyes glared; it was too late to evade.

He hardened his resolve, driving his True Qi forward, Let's see whose grip is harder, your Withered Tree or my Tiger Tail! Bang! Crack!

The Bull Demon King felt a sudden lightness in his right leg; his body’s balance momentarily skewed in a subtle way. Qin Fen’s eyes, blazing with combat intent, were now inches from his face. His cyan-black fist, once slightly larger than an infant’s, had now transformed into a chopping palm.

The black hand-blade struck mercilessly across his throat. One strike, two strikes, three strikes… Three consecutive palm strikes! Crack… All the Bull Demon King’s fighting spirit dissolved into bitter resentment.

The Steel War Physique could not block the Shaolin Arhat Fist under the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. A neck capable of snapping thick wooden beams was still fragile against the hand-blade employed by Thirty-Six Hours. I am not reconciled!

the Bull Demon King roared inwardly. In his ears, the system’s verdict sounded: "Bull Demon King defeated and deceased. Failure to establish a new sect.

Please continue your challenge next time…" The figure of Thirty-Six Hours twisted rapidly before the Bull Demon King's eyes. He strained to catch a glimpse of the victor’s face, but the system’s image distortion prevented him from seeing Qin Fen hidden behind the black silhouette. "Lost…" In the large, empty room, the young man pulled off the specialized helmet for the Sky Combat Net, somewhat distractedly smoothing down his loose martial arts uniform.

His rugged build and features carried a granite-like resolve; one could immediately tell this man possessed a tenacious and resilient personality. Lost? The attendant standing not far from the young man looked at Young Master Tang Hu, who had just stepped off the bed, with disbelief.

In this world, apart from the Martial Gods holding Divine Beast titles on various planets, nearly every Martial God bearing a Divine Beast title was accompanied by experts holding Stellar Titles. Under Venus’s strongest Martial God, the White Tiger, were four of the Twenty-Eight Mansions' Golden Heavenly Kings: Niu Jinniu (Taurus), Kang Jinlong (Draco), Gui Jinyang (Capricorn), and Lou Jingou (Canis Minor). As the most outstanding among the numerous heirs of Niu Jinniu, Tang Hu was considered by his father, Tang Ao, the most likely successor to the title of Bull Jinniu in the future.

Given his special status, Tang Hu had intended to use the Sky Combat Net to establish his sect, challenging martial artists across different territories to temper himself. This task, which should have been easily accomplished—founding a sect—had actually resulted in defeat, lost to a user of crude internal arts and 'aerobics' fist techniques! ...Although he had become wary after seeing those strange data fluctuations, the power displayed by Thirty-Six Hours still vastly exceeded his initial projections.

Careless? Tang Hu smiled wryly. If he had taken the state required to fight an heir of the Kang Jinlong family from the outset, perhaps… He knew the opponent using 'crude internal arts and aerobics fist techniques' was suspicious, yet he still only deployed eighty percent of his strength initially… "M-Master… you truly lost?" The attendant still found it difficult to believe.

"Yes, I lost." Tang Hu forced out a strained smile and slowly walked out of the room, his mind replaying the combat on the Sky Combat Net, questioning himself repeatedly. "If I used my ultimate state, what were my chances of winning? If I had also used the Shaolin Arhat Fist, could I have beaten him?

Did that opponent named Thirty-Six Hours really use his full power? Is there any hidden martial art he didn't use? Any trump card?" To live up to the name of being a descendant of the Niu Jinniu powerhouse, Tang Hu trained with extreme diligence.

Apart from the necessary cultural education, he poured almost all his energy into martial practice. Once called the least promising by his father in childhood, he had now become a distinguished young figure among the Niu Jinniu descendants. He desperately wanted to know how his opponent cultivated.

Did he even train while sleeping? Tang Hu was not the only one savoring the recent fight. Qin Fen quietly reviewed the fierce battle.

Regardless of victory or defeat, or the opponent's strength, summarizing every battle was the only path to progress—this was a maxim Qin Fen had stumbled upon through his own exploration these past few days. A high-ranking master among the Eight Great Experts specializing in analytical flow—Master—had once highly praised his habit of summarizing. "Trial passed.

You may establish a sect. Would you like to establish the sect immediately?" the system's voice sounded for the forty-second time. Qin Fen briefly concluded the gains and losses from the fierce battle.

Recovering from his meditative state, he heard the system’s voice and quickly replied, "Ah? Yes." "Please select a location to establish the sect: Earth, Venus, Mars, Mercury…" "Renwei No. 4 Star," Qin Fen had not forgotten the suggestion Zhang Xiangyang had given him.

"Renwei No. 4 Star. Please select a city…" "Hell," Qin Fen answered without hesitation.

Unlike the intentions of most people establishing sects, Qin Fen’s goal was simple and pure: find masters to fight and improve himself, while simultaneously earning a certain amount of cash.