This was utterly a performance of the Vajra Dance interwoven with the Dragon Concealment technique. Zhang Xiangyang’s expression gradually shifted from initial worry to a smile.

Qin Fen wasn't unable to defeat the opponent; he was deliberately letting the opponent execute the Vajra Dance. Was he trying to steal the technique?

Zhang Xiangyang still found it somewhat unbelievable. Whether it was footwork or any other martial art, it wasn't something one could grasp just by watching with open eyes.

Without understanding the crucial points of force channeling, merely watching was useless. But!

Qin Fen’s Dragon Concealment technique was already beginning to show subtle traces of the Vajra Dance. Even his footwork repeatedly incorporated steps from the Vajra Dance.

Zhang Xiangyang stroked his chin. Every single movement technique possesses its unique secret skill.

If the method of applying and channeling force isn't learned correctly, it becomes a clumsy imitation. This Qin Fen was actually gauging the opponent’s method of force exertion through direct engagement during combat.

This open and aboveboard theft of martial arts couldn't be achieved merely through excellent martial intuition. Martial intuition does not equal absolute strength, but it does largely represent the potential for future development.

Zhang Xiangyang’s eyes gradually narrowed, a hint of a knowing smile faintly glinting within them. Duo Wen felt the pressure increasing as he fought.

The initial balance between offense and defense had now devolved into being constrained at every turn. Every move was preempted by Thirty-Six Hours.

If not for his Vajra Dance operating at an exceptional level, he would have already fallen under Qin Fen’s fists. Qin Fen had long ceased regarding Duo Wen as an opponent; his entire being was immersed in an indefinable state.

Every collision of fist and foot felt like he could sense the opponent's internal qi circulating within his own body. This was something that should be utterly impossible, yet it was genuinely palpable.

This was no longer a match; it was a free, unpaid lesson! Qin Fen was like a massive sponge, rapidly absorbing the secrets of the Vajra Dance.

During this battle, he wasn't in a rush to integrate it into his own movement techniques. Integrating it into his footwork?

That required quiet contemplation and careful study after the fight concluded. Duo Wen also felt the Vajra Dance being countered by his own ultimate skill.

This was sacrilege! A martial arts transgression!

"Roar!" Duo Wen’s anger surged. His entire aura shifted, and a hint of wildness emerged between his eyebrows.

In just an instant, this wildness spread from his brow to every inch of his skin. A sound of dense bone movement, like hailstones striking the ground, erupted from Duo Wen’s body.

The relentlessly flashing Vajra Dance suddenly stabilized, sounding the charge for a counterattack. Duo Wen’s counterattack, at this moment, replicated the fierce power of the Vajra Subduing Demon stance.

The sound of bone movement caused by the Four-Star Golden Bell Shield was entirely a symphony of metallic collisions. Facing this counter momentum, Qin Fen felt the world around him darken, as if confronting a maddened Vajra...

Duo Wen was fighting with complete self-abandonment! His fists and feet were like iron hammers; his elbows and knees appeared abnormally thick, resembling four-sided iron wrist shields.

The resulting wind shear whistled loudly. Qin Fen’s already stretched defenses were being violently buffeted.

The Vajra Dance's sole offensive combat technique: "Vajra Frenzied Dance!" Instead of retreating, Qin Fen advanced, his face alight with surprised excitement. Anyone could see he was in a state of special enjoyment.

He stomped his right foot heavily. Hong Quan Heavenly Cannon!

Hong Quan Heavenly Cannon! Hong Quan Heavenly Cannon!

Three successive Hong Quan Heavenly Cannons. The impact of fist and elbow in the air resonated exactly like artillery fire on a battlefield.

The frenzied Vajra was blasted into the air by the Heavenly Cannons. The Golden Bell Shield completely dissipated, and the bodily transformation reverted to normal human appearance.

Qin Fen let out a long breath. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, which had just completed its reinforcement cycle, was now fully unleashed.

This one-against-four encounter was far more dangerous than the previous one-against-two, and correspondingly, the gains were substantial. Duo Wen’s final move, the "Vajra Frenzied Dance," constantly replayed in Qin Fen’s mind.

If this maddened combat technique could be further fused with the "Raging Torrent," what kind of effect would it produce? The entire street fell into a silence so profound a falling steel needle could be heard.

The members of other sects who had come out to watch the spectacle stared at Qin Fen, dumbfounded. The shock delivered by Thirty-Six Hours was simply too immense.

Fighting as an equal Four-Star contender, he had won a four-on-one battle! And he had won so decisively!

All along, people had assumed, based on video recordings, that Thirty-Six Hours had been fighting at his maximum capacity. Today, using another set of 'calisthenic' boxing techniques—Hong Quan—he informed everyone that he had never truly exerted his full strength in combat before.

Qin Fen slightly adjusted the surging true qi within his body and walked toward the disciples of the Vajra Sect: "Now, can you return the plaque of my Dragon Hall?" Guo Shi, who had been killed earlier, reappeared, his face ashen. He glared at Qin Fen: "Thirty-Six Hours, the sign for your Dragon Hall was never even in my Vajra Sect.

We sold that plaque not long ago to 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains'." Qin Fen could only cross his hands over his waist, shake his head, and sigh. The chaos in Yu City was beyond imagination.

A small plaque had changed hands so many times. "The location of the 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains' sect?" "Right next door to my Vajra Sect," Guang Mu piped up, also reappearing.

He pointed to the neighboring open doorway where a group of sect members were watching the excitement: "Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains." Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains. Sect Master Li Motong.

The large characters on the plaque were not system-issued; someone had personally inscribed them. However, the calligraphy...

Qin Fen shook his head, slightly unable to agree with it, a trace of admiration mixed with his smile. To dare to display such terribly ugly handwriting in public—this person truly had a thick skin.

To retrieve the Dragon Hall plaque, Qin Fen led his people toward 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains' and directly extended his hand: "The plaque." Having experienced the attitudes of several establishments, Qin Fen now understood the atmosphere on this street. The more polite he was, the more they tried to step on him.

Since that was the case, he decided to be more forceful. The dozen or so disciples of 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains' standing before the entrance scattered instantly upon seeing Qin Fen’s fierce and overbearing demeanor, clearing a path.

On this nearly empty path stood only one person: a thin, gaunt middle-aged man with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, his triangular eyes flickering with fear and apprehension. Li Mo, the master of 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains.' Having just witnessed Qin Fen’s battle, he possessed not an ounce of fighting spirit left.

"The... the plaque, I already sold it..." Li Mo frantically waved his hands.

"Don't destroy my establishment, I sold it to the Cangtao Pavilion." A flicker of contempt rose in Qin Fen's heart. Wasn't this man even more lacking in martial integrity than Qin Fen himself?

Looking up at the plaque adorned with that stroke of terrible writing, Qin Fen spoke again: "Tear down the sign. I hear it can still fetch some money." Qin Fen’s comrades waiting behind Zhang Xiangyang were eager for these words.

They pushed through the disciples of 'Beauty of the Rivers and Mountains' like hungry wolves and brutally tore the plaque down. Cangtao Pavilion?

Qin Fen scanned the sect plaques on the street. Based on these established customs, the Cangtao Pavilion should also be nearby.

Soon, Qin Fen located the plaque of the Cangtao Pavilion. From the crowd standing beneath this plaque stepped forward a man, nearly six feet tall.

The beard on his face indicated he was around thirty-five or thirty-six years old. "Cangtao Pavilion Master, Cangtao, I request guidance!" These simple seven words were spoken, and this middle-aged man, whose apparent strength did not seem greater than any of the four Vajra leaders, decisively chose to fight!

Qin Fen saw a sentence in his eyes: "Better to be defeated than to be a useless coward like Li Mo!" "Dragon Hall. Thirty-Six Hours." As Qin Fen finished speaking, he snapped into a low horse stance and lunged.

His movement, compressed almost to an inch like a spell, appeared before Cangtao. The Heavenly Cannon shot forth immediately, the tattered strip of cloth on his arm whipping in the wind, his aura immensely powerful.

Cangtao knew the ferocity of Qin Fen's punch. He chose not to meet it head-on.

His ankle rotated like a whirlpool in the sea, instantly flashing to Qin Fen’s left side. He formed his hand into a hammer and struck toward the ribs beneath Qin Fen's arm.

If this meat hammer landed squarely, its power would be little less than a real iron hammer. It would be normal for Qin Fen’s ribs to break by three, five, or seven segments.

In an instant, Qin Fen executed an evasion move nearly mirroring Cangtao's. His body shifted sideways to the left, and with a spinning 'Single Mountain' technique, the muscles on his back instantly bulged, crashing heavily into Cangtao.

Cangtao’s figure flickered, as if struck by a car traveling at seventy kilometers per hour. His body flew high into the air, eventually slamming heavily onto the ground.

The surrounding crowd gasped. Qin Fen’s back, even if it couldn't be called a mountain of flesh, resembled a high-speed moving tank.

Cangtao was finished this time. "The plaque is not at Cangtao Pavilion; he transferred it to my Shenyun Sect." The leader of the Shenyun Sect next to the Cangtao Pavilion narrowed his eyes.

The Dragon Hall plaque had passed into his Shenyun Sect’s hands from the Cangtao Pavilion. If he didn't step up to challenge now, it would look like he feared the opponent.

Facing someone who could sweep away peers in a single blow, he found justification for a war of attrition. "Then, you shall be defeated as well!" The Shenyun Sect cried out, and Qin Fen immediately flew forward, like a highly mobile armored unit on a battlefield.

Several booming steps sounded like an armored vehicle's engine, and he instantly reached his new opponent. Victorious in successive battles, his momentum was soaring!

In his peak state, Qin Fen made no pause. Heavenly Cannon, Squeezing Fist Cannon, Leveling Heart Cannon—truly like a field artillery regiment unleashing a full barrage, suppressing the opponent until even breathing became difficult.

The watching crowd remained unable to recover from the shock of the battle. The leader of this Shenyun Sect, Yun Zhongxing, was no weaker than any of the Four Great Vajras, yet he shouldn't have been left without even the strength to counterattack slightly.

However, Qin Fen's prior sweep across several sects on this street had pushed his morale to an extremely high level, compounded by his slightly superior inherent strength. After six exchanges, he was struck by Qin Fen's turning 'Coiling Dragon Downward Slash' onto his neck, severing his cervical vertebrae.

"Tianzhong Sect, we request guidance." "Xuan Sect, we request guidance." Qin Fen raised an eyebrow at the two men, both old enough to be his uncles: "You two?" "Your Dragon Hall plaque once passed through my hands." The two spoke in unison before instantly adopting combat stances. They knew that one-on-one, they were no match for Thirty-Six Hours, but if they lacked the courage to fight consecutively, what was the point of practicing martial arts?