"Hall Master, you should rest! If anyone dares to challenge us this time, I'll fight them to the death!" "That's right!

Fight them to the death!" Having witnessed Qin Fen's explosive combat, his comrades were all fired up, their roaring cheers echoing above the street. Qin Fen was truly exhausted, too tired even to muster the strength to speak.

He responded with a slight twitch of his lips and decisively chose to leave. Exiting the Sky Combat Net, Qin Fen collapsed onto the bed, finding the entire sheet soaked through.

This battle had drained him of too much physical energy. Lying on the sweat-soaked sheets, Qin Fen had no intention of getting up to change them.

The fight had been too grueling; even wiggling a finger felt like a monumental expenditure of effort. Qin Fen lay still, his body immobilized, but this in no way hindered his mental activity.

He closed his eyes quietly and began to replay the sequence of fierce battles, realizing this recent intensity required serious contemplation. The moment this contemplation was complete, Qin Fen was certain he would make significant strides in his martial path.

The ultimate technique demanded by the King of Stealth, Zeng Yicheng, was something Qin Fen had not forgotten for a single second. After witnessing the Vajra Dance, the path that had previously been unclear to Qin Fen suddenly revealed a bright, illuminating window.

Whether it was new martial arts or ancient ones, movement techniques and footwork fundamentally aimed for softness, fluidity, and an elusive quality as their main theme. The Vajra Dance, however, possessed many radically different aspects.

This set of movement techniques was a rare example of fierce, manic mobility, even more ferocious and wild than Qin Fen's various Dragon Concealment steps. The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill was inherently the most rigid and powerful internal art; pairing it with any fluid movement technique failed to leverage its strengths.

The Dragon Concealment step from the Arhat Fist already deviated somewhat from the soft style, yet it remained a balanced, intermediate type of movement, neither purely hard nor purely soft. The Vajra Dance, conversely, represented the complete opposite extreme.

Qin Fen lay quietly, the Vajra Dance continuously looping in his mind, occasionally interspersed with snippets of the Dragon Concealment step. Slowly, gradually, the Dragon Concealment steps in Qin Fen's mind began to increase while the Vajra Dance movements slowly diminished.

This state persisted for a full hour. Qin Fen’s stamina had not recovered much, but still, he dragged his weary body off the bed and began to move slowly around the room.

No martial art could exist purely in imagination! Only through continuous, genuine application could one discover its strengths and weaknesses.

Qin Fen’s movements shifted between his self-created variations of the Dragon Concealment and the frenzied Vajra Dance. As he moved slowly and continuously, his body gradually forgot its initial fatigue, until finally, he felt no weariness at all, completely immersed in the flow.

The other soldiers who had exited the Sky Combat Net watched Qin Fen move in stunned silence. This motion, which was neither truly the Vajra Dance nor the Dragon Concealment, possessed a jarring, uncoordinated coarseness.

If one were to call this a movement technique, it looked more like a drunken man throwing a wild fit. Du Peng was also watching Qin Fen.

His initial expression of observation slowly shifted to one of deep concentration. "Is Qin Fen creating a martial art?" The shock of this realization was immense for Du Peng!

Four-Star practitioners were not incapable of creating martial arts, but anyone with a shred of self-awareness knew that when one's martial foundation was insufficient, any creation would likely be a haphazard mess—fine for fooling low-level martial artists, but unusable in actual combat. Du Peng knew Qin Fen was no self-deluded fool; daring to create his own martial art under these circumstances could only mean he had genuinely experienced some profound insight.

Du Peng glanced at the Combat Net helmet Qin Fen had worn before getting off the bed, then at his own dusty, rarely used helmet on the bedside table. A spark of resolve flashed in his eyes, and he reached out, picked it up, and put it on.

The expressions of the other new recruits were not much better than Du Peng's. Their lack of strength did not equate to ignorance of basic common sense; everyone clearly understood what Qin Fen was doing.

At some point, someone began sitting cross-legged, entering a state of meditation. Before long, everyone in the room, save for Zhang Xiangyang, had entered a state of cultivation.

Zhang Xiangyang stroked his chin, glancing at Qin Fen and then at the others in the room, a mature smile playing on his lips, utterly mismatched with his age. "Interesting.

Not only does a Four-Star dare to create his own technique, but he also inspires others to strive for improvement through action. His charisma is also quite remarkable." Two hours later, Qin Fen's inner Zhenqi was almost completely depleted, rendering him unable to maintain further comprehension.

Only then did he lie back down on the bed once more. Comprehension followed by enlightenment.

The 'Vajra Dragon Frenzy Dance' was merely the completion of an initial prototype; there were still numerous areas needing refinement. After resting and contemplating, came more application.

Qin Fen had entered a state of obsession that he himself hadn't even realized. This battle, perhaps insignificant in the eyes of true top-tier masters, was of unparalleled assistance to Qin Fen; it served as a vital cornerstone for him to become a master—without this accumulation, such a massive harvest would be impossible.

After several successive sessions of wholehearted application and realization, Qin Fen’s mental fatigue grew ever higher until he could no longer support further immersion in comprehension and insight. Only then did he fully cease practicing his immature yet infinitely promising 'Vajra Dragon Frenzy Dance.' Habitually opening his computer, Qin Fen knew that whenever he did something noteworthy, discussion threads usually appeared on the forum.

This time was no exception. Nine of the ten pinned posts on the Four-Star Forum were related to the thirty-six hours event.

"Shocking! Thirty-Six Hours Shows His Fierce Side!" "Dragon Hall!

A Force destined to rise in Hell City!" "The Man Who Created a Miracle: Thirty-Six Hours!" "The Madman Who Challenged Fourteen Sects in One Day: Thirty-Six Hours!" "One Against Seven in Fights of Equal Rank—Besides Thirty-Six Hours, Who Else?" "Explosive! The Little-Known Side of the Money Vampire." "Four-Star Invincible!

Who Exactly is Thirty-Six Hours?" "The Most Noteworthy Person in the Future Four-Star War God Arena: Thirty-Six Hours!" "Two Sets of Fitness Routines, Sweeping a Street, Humiliating Fourteen Sects!" Qin Fen looked at how heated every thread was, allowing a small surge of vanity to be satisfied. Usually, even when there were posts about Thirty-Six Hours, they never reached the fever pitch seen today; he was practically dominating the pinned section of the entire Four-Star Forum.

Casually clicking on one topic, a video was playing the final scene where he single-handedly battled the seven masters. As a participant at the time, Qin Fen quietly watched the scene of himself on the screen, his own blood rising with the intensity of the atmosphere depicted.

Qin Fen forced himself to calm down, adopting a different perspective to view the battle, meticulously savoring every detail, his expression growing ever more serious. "It seems my performance in that fight wasn't as flawless as I thought," Qin Fen murmured quietly.

"There were still flaws. If the opponents had been slightly stronger, I would have lost then." After re-analyzing it, a cold sweat broke out on Qin Fen’s brow.

If any one of the seven had been a notch stronger, the outcome would have been entirely different. After analyzing the video, Qin Fen scrolled through the replies, quickly reading the comments.

"This guy is too fierce! I'm joining the Dragon Hall!" "Dragon Hall!

I want to join too!" "I also practice the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill. I'm going to Dragon Hall to take him as my master!" Smiles spread across Qin Fen’s mouth and eyes.

It seemed this bout of madness hadn't been in vain; he had unexpectedly gained fame and business opportunities beyond his initial expectations. Flipping a few more pages of replies, Qin Fen noticed several insightful critiques of the battle.

Indeed, there were a few posts containing genuine substance. Reviewers had hypothesized from both sides, considering how outcomes might change with slight adjustments to coordination, or how Thirty-Six Hours' counterattacks could have been executed, and so on.

Reading these analytical posts, Qin Fen nodded repeatedly. Different perspectives always yielded different discoveries; this harvest far surpassed his initial goal of simply reclaiming the Dragon Hall signboard.

Ding-dong... The forum's message inbox lit up.

Qin Fen clicked it open and found a letter from someone he didn't know. "Hello, Thirty-Six Hours of the Dragon Hall.

I watched your combat video and believe you are a martial artist with significant potential. The Dragon Hall is too small for you; it's impossible for you to achieve anything in the Four Guards region, perhaps even in Hell City.

If you genuinely wish to develop, you can contact me. I should introduce myself.

I am Qitian Tower of Hell City, not far from your street. I believe you must have heard of the reputation of Qitian Tower, haven't you?

Are you interested in a merger with my sect? I can offer you a position that will satisfy you.

How about Vice Sect Master?" Qin Fen smiled. He hadn't expected that after fighting those intense battles, he would not only gain many potential recruits but also receive a proposal for a merger.

Development in the Four Guards? Development in Hell City?

Qin Fen shook his head, closed the letter, and deleted it. "I never intended to achieve anything major on the combat network.

It's merely a tool for me to earn money and hone my martial skills." After deleting the letter, Qin Fen suddenly remembered another matter. What organization was Qitian Tower?

Their tone suggested they were quite formidable; perhaps he should search for information. He typed "Qitian Tower" into the forum search bar and quickly found extensive information about the organization.

Qin Fen casually scrolled through, gaining a general understanding of Qitian Tower. Its location, just as stated in the letter, was much closer than he expected—right on the next street over.

Furthermore, Qitian Tower practically ruled one-third of that street's territory, making it a relatively large organization, and its Tower Master was a Five-Star martial artist! The very beginning of the Meteor rank?

Qin Fen was not overly surprised. After the video of one against seven spread, there probably weren't many Four-Star fighters willing to challenge them directly.

Sending a letter with such a condescending tone suggested they had at least a Meteor-level foundation.