Qin Fen's arm was still slightly numb; the South Pole Sect Master's punch held the most potent nitrogen, and despite the nitrogen guard on his arm, it had still managed to penetrate the muscle upon impact.
As the Dragon-Elephant Prajna technique unleashed its force, a visible burst of cold air erupted from his arm. In the mere instant it took to force out the nitrogen, the Thirty-Six Deep Water Stances of the East Mountain Sect swept toward his waist like a thunderous torrent.
The Iron Mantis Sect’s "Iron Blade Emerging from the Cave" thrust a finger toward the vital point of his neck.
The Hunyuan Sect wielded a massive iron spear, stabbing toward his thigh with the force of a surging tidal wave!
The leader of the Sky-Breaker Sect, much like Qin Fen himself, advanced with great strides, his body surrounded by leaping, crackling blue lightning. The voltage reserve in his body was maxed out, combining with the "Scattered Arrows Strike" of the Ancient Eight Extremes Fist. The air hummed incessantly, resembling the volleys of arrows loosed by archers on an ancient battlefield.
The leader of the Swallow Gate Sect moved like a swallow itself, his footwork shifting through the Nine Palaces pattern with bewildering complexity, making it impossible to predict when he would truly close the distance.
The convergence of New Martial Arts and Ancient Martial Arts meant that the combined attacks enveloped every inch of Qin Fen's skin.
The joint assault of the five was several times more formidable than the Fire and Water Thunderous Alliance of Thunder Mountain Villa. Facing this world-shattering might, Qin Fen expelled his freezing energy, briefly paused his true qi, and had no choice but to evade. He executed a Vajra Dance and then a Dragon Concealment maneuver, dodging the joint encirclement of the five with an almost unbelievable narrowness.
The final sect master, who had been observing from the periphery, remained still! All five masters present were elite among the Four-Stars; none truly believed this single strike could finish Qin Fen. Immediately, their bodies shook and they surged toward him again.
Having burst free from the throng, Qin Fen fully reconnected his qi, his spirit and vital energy restored to their peak. The recoil from his Cannon Fist beneath his feet blasted him outward, the sound of his body tearing through the air like a shell screaming past.
The Overlord Sect Master, who had been watching until this moment, finally moved! He had to. The thirty-six-hour man was now right in front of him, his "Sky-Piercing Cannon" fist smashing through the air.
First, deal with this biggest threat! The power behind Qin Fen's punch had reached its zenith since the fight began—enough to shatter the skull of a water buffalo.
The Overlord Sect Master, already prepared, saw the fist that filled his entire world, leaving no room for retreat. Yet, the attack somehow stimulated potential he never knew he possessed. The middle-aged man executed a "Monkey Form Shrinking Head"—bending low, twisting his ankle, and stepping back! He narrowly evaded the otherwise fatal blow.
The punch missed! Qin Fen’s left foot slammed into the ground, shifting his center of gravity forward, while his right leg straightened into a powerful outward swing!
Hong Fist Outward Swing Lotus!
The Overlord Sect Master tried to evade, but due to his previous "Monkey Leaps Off the Cliff," his body was in a state unsuited for generating power. He hastily formed a cross with his arms for defense.
Be defeated! Qin Fen escalated his power again. The Overlord Sect Master felt as though he wasn't colliding with a human leg, but rather taking a kick from an enraged elephant, or perhaps being brutally slammed by a charging rhinoceros.
The cross-guard instantly disintegrated. Qin Fen’s Outward Swing Lotus sent the Overlord Sect Master flying fifteen meters away. He didn't even spare a glance for the process of his death and disappearance.
Having eliminated the two most threatening leaders in one move, Qin Fen’s momentum surged once more. He gave no thought to regulating his qi, instead turning to face the five pursuing masters.
The instant he charged into their midst, Qin Fen’s legs became like a cyclone, viewing all opponents as mere weaklings beneath a storm.
The Whirlwind Kick, the ultimate technique for group battles within the Arhat Fist!
Qin Fen’s kicks flashed like lightning, the successive bursts of leg wind slicing the air, generating the sound characteristic of a typhoon making landfall—a roaring pressure that dominated the atmosphere.
In an instant, the street resembled the landing of a fierce typhoon; countless tree leaves trembled non-stop.
The onlookers were utterly transfixed. It seemed as if the very air beneath Qin Fen’s feet was being evacuated, the airflow distorting in a way visible to the naked eye!
His elephantine legs made solid contact with the fists and kicks of the five masters. A moment later, the sound of shattering typhoons gave way to earth-shattering collisions of fists and feet.
The ground within a ten-meter radius of the battle center began to tremble. The five masters fought for honor, staking their very lives; their fists and feet operated at the absolute peak of their Four-Star capabilities, levels they had never reached before.
Unfortunately, they felt no joy. This thirty-six-hour man stood at the zenith of the peak! With every kick he threw, one master would inevitably be sent flying backward out of the battle center.
Swish, swish…
In the brief, fierce exchange, all five masters retreated from the fray, pain etched on their faces. They had endured Qin Fen's overwhelmingly fierce leg strikes head-on. The blood in their chests churned, and their arms and legs were so numb they were almost devoid of sensation.
They could not comprehend how Qin Fen could completely ignore the attacks of New Martial Arts during combat. That was high-voltage electricity! Did the Sky-Breaker Sect’s furious lightning not even offer a chance to paralyze the opponent for a tenth of a second?
The moment Qin Fen’s feet touched the ground, the recoil from his Cannon Fist propelled him outward again, targeting the Sky-Breaker Sect Master!
The previous fight had been too intense; the Sky-Breaker Master was still reeling from internal disruption and lacked the strength to evade. The "Leveling Cannon" struck directly, punching a hole through his chest.
Having struck true, Qin Fen did not pause. He snatched up the corpse of the Sky-Breaker Master, which had not yet vanished, and threw it with all his might toward the most agile, the Swallow Gate Master!
The Swallow Gate Master, temporarily immobilized, was crushed to death on the spot by the flying corpse.
Qin Fen activated the recoil of the Cannon Fist under his feet once more. This time, his target was the Thirty-Six Deep Water Stances!
After taking those hard impacts, the master’s leg was already numb; how could he possibly evade now? He was sent soaring off the ground by a "Sky-Piercing Cannon" strike, without suspense.
Qin Fen slowly turned around, facing his final opponent: the Hunyuan Sect Master, still holding his massive iron spear.
The ferocious battle had caused Qin Fen’s chest and shoulders to rise and fall more sharply.
They were all Four-Star martial artists; fighting seven opponents at once, even with Qin Fen’s abnormal stamina and overwhelming spirit, severely depleted his energy.
Qin Fen took a few simple, deep breaths, his voice surprisingly calm as he spoke, "Come on. Beat you, and I can take back the Dragon Hall plaque."
"You have already won." The Hunyuan Sect Master dropped his iron spear. A trace of unconcealed defeat lingered in his brow. His face suddenly turned ashen, and he spat out a mist of blood before simply sitting down on the ground. "I am internally injured. The plaque…"
"Wait a moment!" A piercing voice came from Jiangshan Meise (The Beauty of the Country), and Li Mo’s short, squat figure hopped onto the street. "I took your plaque too. If you didn't beat me, on what grounds do you get it back?"
A chorus of boos erupted from the surrounding sects. They had seen shameless people, but never one so shameless. Moments ago, he had been so terrified he wet his pants, yet now that the opponent was clearly exhausted, he scrambled out to challenge.
Qin Fen responded with a cold smile tinged with disdain. No matter where one went in this world, these sorts of curs could be found.
Qin Fen, standing at one meter ninety, dispersed his Dragon-Elephant Prajna technique, his body reverting to its normal height of one meter eighty.
Without the imposing stature, Li Mo grew even more brazen, beckoning Qin Fen with a curled finger. "Thirty-six hours, don't say I'm bullying you. We'll go one-on-one. I'll stand right here, unmoving, and let you hit me. If you can win against me…"
Qin Fen increased the pressure of his recalled Dragon-Elephant Prajna technique to one-and-a-half times its normal output. Using his right foot for the Cannon Fist's initial force, his now-normal body speed became even quicker. A rushing whoosh of air forcefully cut off Li Mo’s words. Seeing the sheer terror in Li Mo’s arrogant eyes, Qin Fen frowned deeply; such trash did not deserve to die by the Cannon Fist. He immediately unleashed the New Taekwondo's "Earth Hammer," smashing Li Mo’s head directly into his own abdomen.
Standing firm again, Qin Fen chuckled, "There. The annoying fly is gone."
By this time, someone had brought the "Dragon Hall" plaque to Qin Fen.
The expressions of the onlookers were becoming increasingly complex.
Fourteen Sects!
Under the gaze of the crowd, Qin Fen kicked down the plaques of fourteen sects before reclaiming the one that belonged to him—the "Dragon Hall."
Clutching his plaque, Qin Fen’s chest and shoulders continued to heave. He looked up at the destruction wrought by the intense fighting across the street, feeling a lingering sense of alarm.
Those who passed the trials to establish their sects naturally possessed some skill. Many of the sect masters, though their strength might never advance further, possessed incredibly rich combat experience due to their age.
Through this unbroken string of battles, Qin Fen felt he had gained more today than ever before.
The other sects lining the street watched Qin Fen in silence. On this street, where conflict occurred daily, never before had such a ferocious figure as the thirty-six-hour man appeared, managing to kick down the plaques of fourteen sects in a single day.
Qin Fen handed the Dragon Hall plaque to Zhang Xiangyang and then addressed the sect masters, who had returned to the street via the resurrection system: "Your plaques can be redeemed from my Dragon Hall at half price, or you can challenge me here at any time."
The street remained utterly quiet. Those sects that had not participated in the fighting observed the fatigue visible on Qin Fen’s face and guessed that his stamina had significantly dropped, yet no one dared to step forward and issue a challenge now.
Li Mo's fate served as a warning: even with drastically depleted stamina, the thirty-six-hour man remained a lion. Even if he were exhausted, he likely retained enough strength for one final, decisive battle.
Even if he only had the strength for one last fight, no one was willing to be the one to issue the challenge, to become the stepping stone for another man’s fame.
No one wanted to be killed by Qin Fen, serving as a tally mark to increase his victory count.
More importantly, no one wanted to challenge him at this juncture.
As a martial artist, the ferocious record set by the thirty-six-hour man today deserved the respect of everyone.
Today belonged entirely to the thirty-six-hour man!
Qin Fen dragged his exhausted body toward Zhang Xiangyang and said weakly, "I leave the rest to you. I am truly exhausted; I need to rest."
"OK! No problem! Go rest easy."
Zhang Xiangyang gave a thumbs-up gesture, promising assurance.