The three Centurions rushed over upon hearing the news; this was a duel instigated by the descendants of the Fentu family, the heirs to the War God lineage! As warriors, how could they miss such a fight?

Not far from the fighting stage, a large chair of black lacquered wood was set up. Even General Feng could not resist the urge to attend. The demons had been too quiet lately, and life in the army was quite dull. A sparring match, especially one involving a descendant of the Fentu family—the top scorer of the Jinxi Province Examination—was certainly worth watching.

Fentu Kuangge changed into a pair of cloth shoes and strode step by step upon the dusty earth. His shoulders rose and fell together, resembling a fierce tiger descending a mountain as he walked onto the stage.

"A little interesting." General Feng rested his hand on his chin. "No wonder many people outside already call Fentu Kuangge 'Tiger Kuangge.' This young man's Tiger Fighting Technique seems to have been cultivated into his very bones; even his breathing carries a sense of the tiger's spirit."

Fentu Kuangge stood on the stage, looking around, and quickly located Duanfeng Bu'er in the crowd. A worthy opponent was always hard to find. To think there were two Demon Quelling Warriors in this small earth fort stronghold—he could not let that pass! After defeating Qian Jin, he would spar with this man, and perhaps even challenge General Feng, someone who earned his life through genuine combat on the battlefield.

"Oh? What is this movement?" General Feng could not quite decipher Qian Jin's actions upon stepping onto the stage. Describing it as completely lacking structure would not be an overstatement, yet precisely such unorganized movement, if used in battle...

It might actually yield surprising results! General Feng raised an eyebrow. He hadn't seen him fight last time; judging by the injuries of those trainees, he only knew the young man was ruthless and vicious. Now, it seemed his fighting style was akin to a 'wild path.'

"When we start, I hope we can fight with our full strength!" Fentu Kuangge pressed his fist against his chest with grace, but his eyes were already blazing with the fire of combat desire.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Qian Jin's body seemed to sink downwards, giving the strange illusion that he had momentarily become a few centimeters shorter. The hand held out in front of him curled slightly, making an inviting gesture for the attack.

"Lowering the center of gravity like that?" General Feng showed a rare expression of gravity. He had originally assumed Fentu Kuangge would easily win this sparring session, but now it seemed things might be different from his expectations. "This young man, Qian Jin, might force Fentu Kuangge into a bitter fight before he can secure a difficult victory." "Locke, Fal, who do you think will win this time?" "Tiger Kuangge, naturally. Don't forget he comes from the Fentu family." "That's right, I'm backing Fentu Kuangge too." The two other Centurions firmly stood by Fentu Kuangge. "Say, Gongmu, Centurion of the Cavalry, are you interested in placing a bet with us?"

"What kind of bet?" Centurion Gongmu, who had admitted Qian Jin and his group into the camp that day, frowned. "You’re all betting on Tiger Kuangge, how do we bet?" "You can bet on Qian Jin then. At worst, we’ll pay a hundred to one?" The two Centurions teased Gongmu with raised eyebrows. "No bet!" Gongmu shook his head decisively. "I won't bet even if the payout is one thousand to one!" "I... I bet one one one one r..."

A timid girl's voice sounded from behind the three Centurions. Biluo cautiously pulled ten gold coins from her magic robe. These were the ten gold coins Luo Qingqing had given her before they set out, meant for their journey. But since Rodriguez had been traveling mostly outdoors, they had all been eating wild game, so these ten gold coins were now being offered as stakes. The three Centurions looked at the ten coins and laughed together: "Little sister, we shouldn't bully children. You better not bet; earning these coins isn't easy."

The black magic hood swayed side to side, displaying a stubborn resolve, yet the voice was filled with apprehension: "I... I believe in Qian Jin..."

"Sigh..." The three Centurions sighed in unison. Centurion Gongmu smiled and pushed seven gold coins back to Biluo. "Since you insist on giving us money, then just bet three. If we win, we can each take one." The other two Centurions nodded repeatedly, displaying the demeanor of Centurion Gongmu being a truly upright man.

Biluo took back the seven coins and refocused her attention on the stage. The surrounding soldiers shook their heads at Biluo's seemingly wasteful action, clearly seeing it as handing money to the Centurions. General Feng rose from his chair, swung his arm forcefully through the air, and shouted, "Begin!"

Instantly, the military camp fell into a profound silence, broken only by the flapping sound of the tall campaign banners rustling violently in the strong wind. The duel between the two young Demon Quelling Warriors held the breath of the observing soldiers in excited suspense.

Roar! It sounded like a fierce tiger roaring as it descended from the mountains! Fentu Kuangge leaned slightly forward, his back immediately arching. The Adam's apple in his neck convulsed repeatedly, his legs parted slightly, and with ten fingers digging hard into the ground, he surged forward. The entire man dove down like a tiger leaping from a cliff. The knuckles of his ten bent fingers cracked loudly, and a gust of fierce wind rushed towards his face!

Demon Quelling Three Battles! General Feng's backside, which had just been settling back into his seat, abruptly straightened up again, as if the chair beneath him was studded with a thousand steel needles, making him jump up. He stared blankly at Fentu Kuangge, who had instantly pounced toward Qian Jin's face, muttering in praise: "Worthy of being a descendant of the Fentu family! Even without the bloodline power, to reach the Demon Quelling Three Battles at this age! They might lack the bloodline force, but their souls and blood are already etched with the spirit of combat! It seems this boy will surely enter the Battle Hall like his brother! The army will have another great warrior who is not reliant on bloodline in the future!"

Fentu Kuangge attacked head-on like a fierce tiger, his left hand drawn back to his waist, hidden yet ready, capable of both defense and sudden attack. His right hand swept down, aiming directly for Qian Jin's throat with lethal precision. Beast Fighting Style, Tiger Form!

Fentu Kuangge unleashed his fighting force, his Battle Meridian vibrating in sync with his chest breathing. The exhaled breath naturally formed the sky-roaring gasp of a fierce tiger. The beast form was practiced to the point of being ingrained in his bones. This wasn't just fierce Dou Qi; he had also deeply mastered the fighting technique, developing both aspects concurrently. Even those who only focused on cultivating Dou Qi up to the Demon Quelling Four Battles might not be able to withstand him. In combat, skill is just as crucial as strength! The reputation of the Fentu family was forged in blood! It wasn't earned for nothing!

A flicker of admiration quickly crossed Qian Jin's eyes. To bring a taste of life-and-death into a sparring match was interesting! It was a pity, though—the tiger spirit seemed abundant, but it lacked the true wildness of a beast. With a thought, the Wind and Cloud Dou Qi of the Demon Quelling Three Battles instantly spread through his legs.

The tiger claw struck, and Qian Jin felt as if the skin on his thigh had been grazed. His ankle suddenly rotated, and all the joints in his body simultaneously shook and turned. His body instantly shifted to Fentu Kuangge's flank. This was the move, [Ten Thousand Shadows], which he had arduously practiced for the past two years. His right hand transformed into a hand-blade, slicing towards the back of Fentu Kuangge's head. "Not good!" Fentu Kuangge felt a surge of tingling across his scalp, and an intense sense of threat shot up his spine. The target of the tiger claw had vanished! He tried desperately to duck down... "Too la-a-a-a-a-te..."

Qian Jin's voice sounded right next to Fentu Kuangge's ear. His occipital bone instantly took the impact of the hand-blade. His legs could not stop their stumbling, causing him to run forward several steps. A numb, aching pain flooded his brain, and the world before his eyes suddenly blurred. The sounds around him seemed to recede... Everything felt like it was slowing down.

What... what is happening? I? I've been hit? And I'm about to pass out? Fentu Kuangge’s body began to tilt forward. He forcefully tried to open his mouth to bite his tongue, using the pain to stimulate himself into consciousness, but he found his teeth simply would not move. That strike seemed to have hit a critical point in his body, even disabling the function to prevent his jaw from opening. Thud.........

Fentu Kuangge, the most outstanding young warrior of the Fentu family this year, was defeated! Defeated by a single palm strike, a crushing defeat!

How could this be? Fentu Kuangge lay on the ground but hadn't truly fainted. His consciousness was still clear, but the force and Dou Qi of that chop had directly paralyzed his body, leaving him unable to move.

Qian Jin clicked his tongue twice while looking at the hand that had struck the back of his opponent's head. Fentu Kuangge had produced a trace of tiger spirit just now. It was this trace of tiger spirit that made him instinctively treat the opponent as a real wild beast. "Not bad, the Tiger Form seems ingrained, but unfortunately, it lacks the ferocity of a true tiger." Qian Jin scratched the back of his head. "Strictly speaking, at best, he's just a big cat, not a fierce tiger."

Fentu Kuangge listened to Qian Jin’s words in a daze, as if struck by lightning. This... wasn't the first time he had heard these words! Just a month ago, the head of the Fentu family, his own grandfather, Fentu Lang, had given the exact same evaluation! His father had given the same assessment the very next day!

The surrounding soldiers seemed struck by a petrification spell. Fentu Kuangge, the heir of the Fentu family and the top scorer in the Jinxi Province assessment this year, was defeated? And beaten into immobility with a single strike?

General Feng, having seen countless scenes, was the first to recover. He immediately ordered the men beside him to carry Fentu Kuangge away for an examination to ensure nothing serious happened. After all, he was a descendant of the Fentu family; any serious incident would be quite troublesome.

"I didn't expect this, truly unexpected." General Feng clapped his hands and spoke, "The Auckland Academy of Magic and Warriors has always been low-key, but when they erupt, it's with such astonishing results. It seems that with effort, there is still a chance to enter the Zhence Royal Academy. While you might not enter the [Blood Hall] in the future, there is still a chance to enter the [Battle Hall]." "General flatters me." Qian Jin turned his gaze towards Duanfeng Bu'er standing in the distance—the 'comrade-in-arms' with whom he had agreed to spar while in solitary confinement.

Everyone noticed the direction of Qian Jin's gaze and looked along the line of sight, discovering Duanfeng Bu'er standing right there.

Among warriors, there are often no words needed; a simple action or glance is enough for both sides to understand what the other intends.

A: This is the sixth update. I trust I don't need to repeat any unnecessary words? Six updates already speak volumes, don't they? We are getting closer to ten updates, right?

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