Qin Fen, crouched low, caught the red stiletto heel. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong thrummed through his arm, stretching the slightly loose military uniform taut in that instant.

Fire Maiden Cheng Yan felt like her kick had landed on solid stone. The anger, momentarily suppressed by his aura, now erupted completely. The Zhenqi within her surged violently, her fair skin faintly tinged with fire-red, and the opposing Zhenqi countering Qin Fen’s internal power carried a searing heat.

Crimson Blaze Skill? Five-Star Meteor-level? Qin Fen instantly understood why this woman’s temper was so volatile. Those who practice fiercely Yang martial arts like the Crimson Blaze Skill, Fierce Fire Art, or the Yanjiang Skill usually possess equally fiery dispositions.

Fire Maiden Cheng Yan looked down at Qin Fen from above. Instead of unleashing a sudden burst of power, she chose to apply pressure incrementally, intending to use her Meteor-level strength to grind Qin Fen down bit by bit! Just as that female special forces operative had done earlier—slowly destroying him to achieve ultimate high-pressure victory.

Still, no matter how fiery one’s temper, it shouldn't involve ruining someone’s livelihood! Qin Fen’s eyebrows twitched as he looked at the Fire Maiden Cheng Yan, who stood above him, supremely confident in her inevitable win.

His shoulders relaxed slightly. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong channeled the energy, transforming it into a turbo boost. Using the Crimson Blaze energy Cheng Yan supplied, he began to incrementally increase the intensity further.

One fold, boost engaged. Two folds, boost engaged. Two point three times amplification, two point five times amplification...

Qin Fen’s lips, pulled taut by the internal pressure increase, bloomed into an unprecedented smile in that instant. His own internal force amplification, pushed to its absolute limit, could only reach double boost. He genuinely had to thank this hot-tempered woman for her slow, incremental pressure, allowing him to compress and gain assistance.

Two point seven times amplification! Qin Fen’s Dantian felt on the verge of bursting. The current turbo boost had reached its maximum capacity; if he didn't release it now, he truly would explode under the pressure.

His slightly loosened shoulders suddenly straightened. A violent, tidal surge of internal energy rushed forth, gushing out like a mountain flood under the two-point-seven-fold pressure, forcefully pushing back against Cheng Yan in a landslide manner!

The overwhelming, fiercely powerful force was something Cheng Yan had not anticipated at all. She could barely react before the impact blasted her nearly ten meters away, forcing her to stop her retreat with great effort. The fashionable and expensive red stiletto she stood on, having borne the brunt of the violent impact, was completely deformed. Not only had the heel vanished from the shock, but the bright leather looked as if it had been trampled by countless people—it resembled a rag doll more than a shoe.

After executing his counterattack, Qin Fen continued packing up his day’s haul as if nothing had happened.

Fire Maiden Cheng Yan’s face cycled through colors of blue and white. Her ankle, sole, and entire lower leg felt as if thousands of steel needles were piercing them under the impact of that fierce power.

Cheng Yan stared at Qin Fen in shock and disbelief. She barely had time to register the humiliation of being defeated in their brief spar; the greater shock came from the counterattack that decided the outcome in a single moment. As a Meteor-level master, Cheng Yan clearly felt the counterattack the moment Qin Fen exploded with force and instantly raised her own power, intending to crush her four-star young opponent with the sheer force of her Meteor-level Crimson Blaze skill.

But in that final instant, something bizarre occurred! The full-power strike of a five-star level was actually overridden by the full-power strike of a four-star level!

How was this possible? Cheng Yan could not believe the reality unfolding before her. She had heard tales of lower-level martial artists occasionally defeating higher-ranked opponents through subtle mastery of techniques, but she had never heard of someone two whole levels lower winning a direct clash purely based on internal energy superiority.

Wait! There was one possibility, Cheng Yan recalled. There was a certain cultivation method that allowed for this, but that technique was rumored to be extremely difficult to master and required accompanying astronomical surgical fees: the New Martial Art: Pressure Origin Technique, the Vajra Pressure Origin Skill!

Cheng Yan looked at Qin Fen strangely. His manifestation of internal power during the clash resembled the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong by seventy percent, and the remaining thirty percent looked like the Golden Bell Shield, mixed with other internal arts, giving the impression of breadth, depth, variety, but no single specialization.

Cheng Yan knew that in this era, some individuals practiced two or even three internal arts simultaneously. However, among those who practiced multiple internal arts concurrently, very few ever became truly outstanding masters.

How could a four-star defeat a five-star Meteor-level master in a direct confrontation? Cheng Yan was deeply puzzled. Such an absurd event had actually happened. Did he possess some hidden technique?

Qin Fen finished gathering his belongings, stood up, nodded to the two immensely popular young women, and pulled his suitcase around the concert venue, finding that viewing the three-dimensional electronic display inside the venue offered a completely different experience.

Cheng Yan watched Qin Fen’s receding back with a peculiar expression, then glanced at the bodyguards she had hired, finally letting out a soft sigh. Why couldn't she hire bodyguards as uniquely specialized as this young soldier?

As night fell, the long-prepared grand concert slowly began. Countless fireworks shot into the sky. Before the two superstar idols even appeared, the stadium was already filled with screams of excitement.

Qin Fen remained quietly in his optimal sniper position, from where he could observe the entire concert. Based on the past records he reviewed about Zajjad, the man was bold, extremely crazed, and possessed an unwavering thirst for revenge.

Analyzing him using Squad Leader Hao’s psychological profiles, Qin Fen determined that after suffering a loss, Zajjad would absolutely not give up, guaranteeing a new, even more ostentatious terrorist attack.

The probability of Zajjad personally appearing on stage to brutally murder the two beautiful idols was ninety-five percent; his nature dictated he would highly likely do so.

Furthermore, he would certainly choose the most dazzling and climactic moment to strike. He needed to push what he considered "shock" to its absolute zenith, never regretting it even if it meant certain death with no escape route.

Qin Fen had already seen tonight’s program schedule and knew exactly which segments would be the climax and which would be the absolute peak.

The person who created this program schedule was also a master of psychology. Qin Fen could clearly sense that this designer had accounted not only for the moments when the live audience would be most excited but also calculated the peak excitement times for viewers watching the broadcast at home. The timing of the ultimate climax, designed around these emotional spikes, would send the two young women’s fame soaring even higher.

Glancing at the military watch on his wrist, Qin Fen knew he still had time. He quietly withdrew from the best sniper spot and established a concealed position nearby using camouflage.

This location within the venue was known to any professional sniper who had studied the floor plans or 3D layouts as the best possible vantage point.

Qin Fen knew that if he could secure this spot, the sniper from the Scimitar organization could also select it.

He only needed to suppress his aura, hide nearby, and wait—wait for the Scimitar organization’s sniper to appear.

Terrorists who had not yet passed their certification exams either died or achieved outstanding results. Qin Fen was certain they would appear, just like Zajjad, they had to appear.

The prelude to the first song struck—it was the signature track of the Fly Heart Girls Band, "Declaration of War Against Terrorists!" A song roared out by women that could ignite the blood and passion of any man or woman.

While the prelude was still underway, the concert’s first high point arrived. The sheer, unparalleled popularity caused every fan to erupt the moment they saw the two idols.

Qin Fen hid silently. As this fiercely passionate song began, it felt as if it could truly communicate with and shake the very soul.

As the music gradually unfolded, Qin Fen felt a stir of emotional impulse.

Concealment strictly forbade any emotional fluctuation. Qin Fen immediately suppressed the urge to become excited along with the music.

He knew the sniper must be appearing now.

How could such a passionate song not ignite the fervor of those rabid terrorists?

A dark silhouette crept stealthily toward the sniper spot Qin Fen had chosen. Inside a black leather case were the disassembled parts of a sniper rifle.

The silhouette worked with practiced skill, assembling the rifle without making a sound.

The gun was silently mounted. A cold gleam of death shimmered faintly under the night-vision reflector. The sniper placed his finger on the trigger.

The music, already entering its furious crescendo, had thoroughly inflamed him. He had to strive to control his emotions, adjusting himself to the cold calm required of a sniper before taking a shot.

“Who breaks families apart using suicide bombers? Who establishes that terrifying regime with bloody terror? Who raises the butcher’s knife in the name of freedom? Terrorist, terrorist, terrorist! Innocent civilians become scapegoats for your excuses, Children seeking education become bargaining chips for your negotiations, Where are the heroes? We are all heroes, and we must all resist!”

The song’s most intense part erupted fully amidst the two girls’ heavy metal roars. At this precise moment, the terrorist sniper achieved a moment of absolute calm.

A hand silently clamped down on the sniper’s nape. The five fingers, suffused with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Gong, made every one of Qin Fen’s fingers as thick as a carrot.

The sniper’s previously thick neck felt as fragile as tofu at that instant. Only then did the sniper’s body sense the danger. As he instinctively tried to wrench free from Qin Fen’s demonic grip, the five thick fingers squeezed inward with sudden force.

Crack…

Without question, the sniper’s cervical vertebrae were crushed. Simultaneously, his trigger-pulling right wrist was also pulverized. Qin Fen gave the opponent no chance to fire.