Wicked. In the eyes of many martial artists, this was hardly anything glorious. But when facing a critical moment of victory or defeat, a matter of life and death, many would deploy such underhanded techniques the moment an opportunity presented itself, even if they viewed them as base moves. Yet, few realized that "Wickedness" was actually a vast school of combat, one that could truly be described as profound and far-reaching. However, this school was too obscure, and practitioners were often subject to criticism from opponents and nearly every other martial artist. Consequently, those who practiced the Wicked combat style were exceedingly rare. Truly dedicating one's entire life to its research was unheard of in the current Alliance. As the King of Wickedness, Zeng Yicheng, once said: To become a true master of the Wicked school, one must genuinely love wickedness. If a person’s very nature held a deep affinity for the perverse, then that individual would become the next King of Wickedness. Qin Fen did not believe he possessed the innate wickedness of the King of Wickedness. However, having been consistently trained by him for a long time, he possessed an extraordinarily deep understanding of this combat style.

The Red Scorpion launched its move, the Giant Pincer Grasp, fingers extended. Even before contact, the joints clicked and popped audibly; it could crush wood into dust in an instant. Normally, other martial artists encountering this move would instinctively use their most familiar evasive technique to drift away. Red Scorpion anticipated Qin Fen doing just that. Its tail, held high like a scorpion’s stinger, was ready. Seeing a faint, happy smile touch Qin Fen’s lips, Red Scorpion pushed off the ground with its feet, anticipation flooding its eyes. It already foresaw this recoil as the precursor to a retreat.

Qin Fen stomped his foot into the muddy ground. He did not evade as Red Scorpion predicted. Instead, he abruptly lifted the foot that had just made contact. The countless specks of mud clinging to his sole instantly transformed into a rain of grime. Driven by the immense force generated by the Dragon Soaring Prajna Art, this mud storm surged toward Red Scorpion’s face.

Among the mud were quite a few small, sharp pebbles. While they lacked the kinetic power of a bullet to shatter Red Scorpion’s skull, propelled by the sheer force of the Dragon Soaring Prajna Art, piercing the Scorpion’s eyes was certainly not difficult. Even if it chose to slam its eyes shut at the critical moment, the stones still stood a chance of blinding it.

Red Scorpion abandoned the attempt to clamp down on Qin Fen’s **. It thrust a palm outward and executed a swift, high-speed roll—the Scorpion’s Flip! Its raised right leg shot toward Qin Fen’s sternum like an electric drill.

Qin Fen moved forward instead of retreating. The foot he stepped with now merely trembled slightly. The force traveled up to his waist, initiating a sideways turn. His body then compressed slightly, unleashing the Dragon Shrouding Body from the Shaolin Arhat Fist. His five fingers spread wide, transforming into an iron palm, casually aiming toward the vital area between Red Scorpion’s legs.

Red Scorpion gasped, a silent curse echoing in its mind. This rookie radiated strangeness from head to toe! Not only was he proficient in transforming his techniques, but he dared to repeatedly employ the Dragon Shrouding Body against an opponent nearly two full star levels stronger, showing no fear of his moves being countered.

Of course, what surprised Red Scorpion most was that Qin Fen’s Dragon Shrouding Body, despite his preceding display of straightforward, hard-hitting martial prowess, was executed with an ease that felt utterly natural. This was no longer mere crudeness; this was Wickedness! That palm strike was not delivered like a desperate fight; it was like a subway groper aiming for a woman’s rear, only this blow carried enough power to split stone and shatter bricks.

Red Scorpion had not practiced any ancient martial art focused on guarding the groin, nor did it believe being a bio-beast made it invincible. It possessed the nature of a scorpion, not a highly defensive, tortoise-like bio-beast. Its extended right leg suddenly bent, shifting from a thrust to a sweeping arc, generating a shockwave that moved like a high-speed wall.

Facing the incoming knee strike, Qin Fen recoiled, suddenly taking seven meters back in a flash. He grasped at his waist. Seeing the motion, Red Scorpion’s heart chilled instantly; it sensed disaster. This young rookie, desperate for victory, held not a shred of martial honor—he had pulled out an offensive High-Explosive Incendiary Grenade!

Even with bio-beast protection, Red Scorpion doubted it could survive one such grenade... No! Four! Qin Fen was clearly done holding back. At most, blowing it into four pieces would still fetch a decent bounty for identification. Four grenades, launched from four different angles.

Red Scorpion, dropping urgently, raised its wrist. It could no longer afford to hide the weapon tucked in its clothes: Palm Thunder! The four bullets that were supposed to fly toward Qin Fen at an unexpected moment now targeted the four grenades tumbling in mid-air. The bullets altered the trajectory of the grenades. Two now flew toward Qin Fen and Du Zhanpeng’s positions. The other two, after their course correction, stubbornly continued toward Red Scorpion.

“Damn it!” Red Scorpion couldn’t bear to waste the last two bullets from its Palm Thunder. Calculating the landing spot of the grenades, it spun and launched itself away in a Bird-Diving-Into-Forest retreat. Qin Fen and Du Zhanpeng simultaneously leaped toward Du Peng, who lay sprawled on the ground. At almost the same instant, both men grabbed one shoulder of the unconscious Du Peng and launched themselves at high speed into the distance.

Boom boom boom boom...

The series of explosions, louder than thunder, left all three individuals ringing in their ears. When the sound of the blast subsided, Red Scorpion wheeled around and lunged back. Du Zhanpeng released his grip on Du Peng’s shoulder. His legs executed a rapid cross in the air, and his body shot forward like a charging warhorse meeting Red Scorpion. His bones cracked audibly as true energy circulated—the most domineering strike from the Seven Star Immortal Thunder Art: The Seven Star Immortal Thunder Cavalry Slash.

The ten terrorists guarding the scientists, having heard the AK-47 fire and the grenade blasts, could no longer hold back. After re-securing the hostages, they all rushed out of the bunker to see what was happening. When they saw one soldier locked in fierce combat with Red Scorpion, and a rookie standing by, ready to intervene, they quickened their pace.

Qin Fen saw the approaching terrorists. Almost all of them possessed the strength of a Four-Star martial artist, and one even reached the Five-Star Meteor rank. One versus ten? Qin Fen swallowed hard. Even in his most ferocious battle on the WarNet, he had never taken on ten opponents single-handedly. Moreover, these ten terrorists were not the average fighters from the WarNet. These were desperate outlaws, brimming with brutal, real-life combat experience.

Qin Fen sighed, reaching for the metal dragon-shaped belt around his waist. He retrieved one white Super Berserker Pill and one black Super Iron Armor Pellet. “So much money!” Qin Fen muttered under his breath. These two costly elixirs—one increasing attack power by 45%, the other boosting defense by 45%—were instantly consumed. He swallowed them down with a gulp of saliva.

As the two substances entered his system, Qin Fen felt his true energy in the Dantian severely stimulated, swirling rapidly like a raging flood. His blood rushed like the surging Yangtze River, and he felt as if a hundred wild tigers were roaring inside him. His battle spirit, too, instantly ignited into a prairie fire. The Dragon Soaring Prajna Art surged uncontrollably. His muscles contracted and expanded, and the veins beneath his skin coiled and pulsed as if his body were clad in woven iron wire.

The ten terrorists charged almost simultaneously. Qin Fen’s battle intent peaked. A roar, like that of a tiger or leopard, erupted from his mouth. His calves swelled to the thickness of thighs, and his thighs doubled in size. His lower limbs now resembled a 580mm field artillery cannon; the recoil force alone could crush a rhinoceros.

The ten terrorists merely sensed that their opponent’s state was unstable; they could never have imagined the speed of the medicated Qin Fen—a cheetah would be ashamed to call itself fast in comparison. Moving with the speed of lightning and thunder, he flashed into the middle of the ten. Before his opponents could react, Qin Fen thrust both hands forward. The muscles in his palms writhed at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye. The moment his hands touched the enemies’ chests,

The terrorists’ strong pectoral muscles seemed to dissolve like tissue paper. Both hands slid into their chests with almost no resistance, then pierced out through their backs. Dripping on his crimson palms were beads of bright, dazzling blood. Beneath the blood were two pulsating organs. Hearts! Two regularly beating hearts! The Heart Rip—the Butcher’s signature move—was perfectly replicated by Qin Fen in that instant.

The scene of gore, the violent method of killing, instantly paralyzed the remaining eight opponents. None of them had expected this rookie’s method of killing to be so swift and terrifying. Death—a concept almost foreign to terrorists—could still shock their almost pathologically fanatical souls when delivered with such brutal finality.

Qin Fen retracted his arms, his fingers easily flexing inward. The two pulsating hearts were squeezed, deformed, and the next second, with a pop, they were crushed into pulp. Having instantly dispatched two enemies, Qin Fen dared not hesitate. He grabbed the throats of the two dead terrorists, whose bodies had not yet fallen, and violently hurled them toward the few opponents nearby.

The terrorists dared not reach out to catch the corpses, fearing an immediate strike from Qin Fen upon contact. They simultaneously chose to dodge. Just as these few dodged, Qin Fen executed a subtle, coordinated twitch of his knees and ankles, moving his body in front of the next terrorist, who was the Five-Star operative. Aided by the propulsive force generated by his feet, he delivered an Uppercut!

The massive fist rapidly grew in the enemy’s pupils. The terrorist managed to cross his arms defensively over his chest, but he felt as if a Mitsubishi sports car traveling at 70 km/h was flying toward him! The strength of a peak Four-Star, augmented by a 45% power-boosting pill—what sort of entity did that create? Even a Five-Star fighter was helpless before Qin Fen now.

The sound of hard objects shattering echoed from the crossed arms. The previously straight forearms bent at a grotesque angle. Following the impact of the crushing blow, they retreated to the chest, where the sound of breaking sternum followed. The Five-Star terrorist’s back skin seemed to be propped up by a wooden rod. His entire body contorted into a hunchback shape as he flew backward, motionless.

The terrorists who had dodged the corpses stared blankly. One punch! With just a single strike, this rookie had utterly destroyed Abbas, the strongest among them. “Come on!” Qin Fen roared, his crimson eyes blazing with an unprecedented, fierce light as he scanned the remaining seven opponents. At this moment, in the eyes of everyone watching, Qin Fen was no longer a soldier of the Federation, but the vicious demon from the Church of the Chosen Kingdom.