Matters having come to this pass, Qin Fen ceased his rhetoric; to reclaim his standard, he had to strike down these two men. He had already fought four opponents at once!

Would he fear one against two? With crisp decisiveness, Qin Fen lunged forward in a deep bow stance, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill surging across his spine, muscles coiling and flexing, his arms extending fully with the contractile rhythm, like ancient swordsmen meeting on a narrow pass!

Whoosh! His arm became a sword, cleaving the air before him, unleashing the Arhat Back Sword from the Gymnastic Fist style with the momentum of splitting rivers and mountains!

These two men were equally resolute; seeing Qin Fen move, they offered no dodge, each bringing forth their ultimate skills to meet his charge head-on. Each application of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill with increased pressure consumed a massive amount of Zhenqi.

Having fought continuously, Qin Fen's reserves were severely depleted, so he decided to face the two without increasing the pressure of the skill. A sudden crash of colliding fists and feet echoed down the street, then ceased.

The bodies of the two Sect Masters began to dissolve into nothingness. Qin Fen raised his head to look at the others: "I only want to take back the Dragon Hall standard." The Sect Masters who had previously taken the Dragon Hall standard wore grim expressions.

Different stances led to different responses to the same words. For Qin Fen, it was merely reclaiming a symbol; for these Sect Masters who had handled the Dragon Hall standard, if they handed over the standard's subsequent owners without even a fight, their courage would be utterly broken, inviting endless challenges from other sects in the future.

Every Sect Master knew that Li Mo of Jiangshan Meise would soon pay a heavy price for his timidity. The street fell silent, wisps of fighting intent slowly rising from various locations.

Qin Fen swept his gaze upwards toward the sources of the rising intent, then decisively waved his hand across the space: "Who else? Those who have taken my Dragon Hall standard and wish to fight, step forward!" The Sect Masters of seven sects silently emerged from different spots.

Some held aloft a standard upon which the two bold characters, "Dragon Hall," were clearly inscribed. Qin Fen took a deep breath.

The divine light in his eyes intensified, and he looked upon the seven Sect Masters with proud defiance: "All of you, come at once!" One family challenging seven? A battle of the same level—what sheer audacity!

The surrounding observing sects exchanged glances, reappraising the Thirty-Six Hours, rumored only to be adept at making money. Regardless of the outcome of this fight, this single display of spirit alone guaranteed his fame would rise in the near future!

He had already won! The seven Sect Masters exchanged glances.

Simultaneously, they stepped into the circle of conflict. "Thirty-Six Hours, win or lose this battle, we will return your Dragon Hall standard to you." "Thirty-Six Hours, after this fight, win or lose, you are a true man." "Thirty-Six Hours, at the Four-Star strength level, you already stand at the pinnacle.

One-on-one, none of us are your match." "Thirty-Six Hours, if you are young, then your future on the path of martial arts will be limitless! To exchange blows with you and gain experience will be a great honor for me." "Thirty-Six Hours, we invite you!" "We invite you!" "We invite you!" The seven Sect Masters clasped their hands in deep, respectful bows, each instantly settling into their respective fighting stances, waiting quietly for Qin Fen to initiate the attack.

Seven against one already violated the code of martial adherence. But Qin Fen was too fierce; one-on-one, there was no chance of victory.

The group could accept seven against one, but they lacked the gall to launch the first attack when overwhelming numbers were on their side. Qin Fen felt a surge of excitement; his fighting spirit surged through his body along with the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!

This time, Qin Fen did not apply further pressure to the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. Neither his body nor his Zhenqi could withstand another seven pressurized applications in such a short time.

Release! Qin Fen unleashed the full extent of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill without reservation, releasing it in the exact opposite manner of compressing it with the Yuan Suppressing Skill!

Crack crack crack crack... The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill was expressed to its absolute limit without holding back.

Qin Fen’s bones snapped with the sound of cracking beans, his muscles rapidly swelled, and his major tendons pulsed violently. Visibly, his body elongated by ten centimeters, growing instantaneously to 1.9 meters!

His muscles intertwined and crossed, resembling a masterpiece sculpted by a master artisan! Carrying the invincible aura from his previous spree against seven opponents, Qin Fen transformed in the eyes of the spectators and his opponents into a demon sprung from the underworld!

Qin Fen looked up at his seven adversaries and strode forward. A surge of waist power transmitted through his body; every step was like a sky-rocket's ascent.

The ground within a five-meter radius beneath his feet trembled slightly with his pace. Taking several steps, Qin Fen employed all the control over power he had experienced recently.

The force of each step was nearly identical. Sound followed sound, booming like the great cannons of a battlefield, the resounding noise adding several measures to his imposing aura.

"I feel deeply honored to fight alongside all of you." Qin Fen’s tone was remarkably calm, betraying no hint of arrogance. The Sky Rocket Step was too impactful; everyone felt Qin Fen's aura beginning to shift, the demonic intensity gradually transforming into an aura of absolute supremacy.

The seven Sect Masters shared the same thought: A Four-Star martial artist generating an aura of sole supremacy—was this a dream? He wasn't a Master or a Grandmaster; how could he manifest such an aura?

Among the crowd, for the first time, Qin Fen truly experienced the theoretical pre-battle aura manipulation taught by the Master, realizing that this aura could not only intimidate the opponent but also elevate his own fighting spirit and mental focus. "Move!" One of the seven Sect Masters suddenly roared, and seven figures swept toward Qin Fen in unison.

They had not wished to strike first, but they could not delay any longer. Qin Fen's aura continued to climb; a simple sentence had caused a qualitative shift in his presence.

If it continued to rise, the seven Sect Masters feared they would lose the courage to even attack and would simply concede. Seizing any opportunity to strike at the opponent's confidence, Qin Fen, integrating the theories of Squad Leader Hao with the aura cultivation taught by the Master, achieved a new level of understanding in the character for "Martial" (Wu) at the very outset of this battle.

This elevation brought no immediate change to his actual strength, but the unknown potential and development it offered would yield tremendous future benefits. The seven Sect Masters attacked simultaneously.

The friction sound in the air hissed in the ears, like an approaching typhoon. Qin Fen stood still, a unique sensation spreading throughout his entire body—one he had never experienced before.

Everyone clearly had only two eyes, and the visual field was inherently limited. Facing seven Sect Masters, even Qin Fen could not simultaneously perceive all their movements.

However! Qin Fen discovered that he could actually see the movements of all seven men!

Or rather, it wasn't sight; it was feeling! Each person’s approach speed, the precise moment of arrival, the technique they would employ, and the targeted location.

In states past, Qin Fen could achieve this one-on-one, and even one-on-two. But beyond that, Qin Fen admitted that even at his peak of Jing, Qi, and Shen, he could not maintain comprehensive awareness.

Yet, precisely in this state of partial physical exhaustion—a time when sensory input should have diminished—Qin Fen found himself like an omniscient, omnipotent God on the battlefield, clearly grasping the trajectory of all seven attacks. To an observer, the speed of the seven might appear uniform.

Qin Fen, however, could easily distinguish their sequence and determine which posed a greater immediate threat. The first to reach him was the Sect Master of the Southern Pole Sect, striking directly at Qin Fen's chest with a punch!

His fist looked like that of an ordinary person, showing no ferocity, just a plain Karate "straight punch." Facing this simple, ordinary punch, Qin Fen did not choose to meet force with force as before. He immediately unleashed the Hong Fist technique, White Cloud Covering the Heavens, stepping forward to parry, his fierce strength easily deflecting the incoming fist, followed instantly by a left-hand Flat Heart Cannon smashing toward the opponent's chest.

"This is bad!" The Southern Pole Sect Master’s arm was knocked aside, his body balance severely compromised, his entire chest completely exposed to Qin Fen. He couldn't deploy any counter-measures.

Only then did he realize he had still underestimated the perception of the Thirty-Six Hours. The Southern Pole Sect Master had calculated that Qin Fen, driven forward recklessly, would certainly clash head-on with him!

However, his martial art was not an ancient style, but a New Martial Art—the Southern Pole Divine Skill! A surgically implanted nitrogen injector within his body instantly released extremely cold nitrogen gas, forced into the opponent’s system, capable not only of freezing the opponent’s blood but also freezing their Zhenqi!

The Southern Pole Sect Master never intended to win; his goal in the direct confrontation, even in defeat, was to seal Qin Fen’s vital essence and create an opportunity for the other six Sect Masters to secure victory. But he underestimated Qin Fen’s experience—a verbal master who had witnessed thousands of battles, even without much direct practice, possessed an experiential depth ordinary experts could not match.

Furthermore, the Southern Pole Sect Master had underestimated Qin Fen's strength; the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill nearly sent him flying. The fist, transformed into a cannonball, detonated heavily on the Southern Pole Sect Master's chest.

His entire back seemed to bulge outward from an internal force, and the next second, his back completely burst open. As his body tumbled through the air, all spectators were stunned to see a transparent hole, larger than a human head, ripped through the Sect Master’s chest.

The Southern Pole Sect Master looked at the gaping hole in his chest, his body dissolving rapidly, yet still filled with regret. He should have known better than to use a simple straight punch as a lure; he should have coupled it with the Southern Star Six Fist technique while using the Southern Pole Divine Skill.

In an instant of combat—a flash of parry followed by the Flat Heart Cannon—Qin Fen’s attack took less than a second, eliminating the highly dangerous Southern Pole Sect Master. However, he had no time to savor the decisiveness of that blow before five other Sect Masters converged upon him, while one, cunning as a wolf, remained on the outer perimeter, enduring, observing, and preparing to deliver the final, true killing strike.