Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique!
That number made the upperclassmen’s skin crawl.
To cultivate Six Gates Killing Techniques simultaneously and push them all to Perfection—what kind of terrifying talent and perseverance did that require?
It was simply unbelievable!
Liu Feixu was forced completely onto the defensive.
Her speed, which she was so proud of, was utterly suppressed by Zhou Qi’s endless stream of fist techniques and his rock-steady footwork.
Finally, after an opening was exploited, Zhou Qi landed a ferocious Mountain Shattering Fist directly on her chest, blasting her out of the ring.
Zhou Qi wins!
He’s advancing to the finals!
The entire stadium was in an uproar.
No one had expected the final match to be a showdown between two such stylistically different "monsters."
One was Qin Feng, whose spearmanship was superb, whose strength was exceptional, and whose true depths were still unknown.
The other was the ultimate dark horse, Zhou Qi, who possessed the Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique, drew from a wide array of skills, and had an unfathomably deep foundation.
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「On the Spectator Tower.」
"This is getting interesting."
"One pursues specialization, the other breadth. Both are fine prospects. This Zhou Qi... although his style is mixed, impure, and lacks a coherent system, his ability to push all Six Gates Killing Techniques to Perfection shows a truly rare and precious disposition."
The instructors from the various Martial Arts High Schools nodded one after another, their gazes toward Zhou Qi filled with approval.
Soon, the short break was over.
The highly anticipated final match was about to begin.
The central main stage of the Qiming Sports Center slowly rose, and brilliant lights converged upon it, illuminating the entire arena as if it were broad daylight.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of spectators, Qin Feng and Zhou Qi slowly walked onto the stage from opposite ends.
Qin Feng was still in his light armor, holding that ordinary-looking Profound Iron Long Spear. His expression was indifferent, his eyes as calm and still as water in an ancient well.
Zhou Qi, on the other hand, flexed his hands, which were fitted with Finger Tigers, his knuckles letting out a sharp KRAK KRAK.
His face radiated immense confidence, and his gaze toward Qin Feng was filled with a soaring battle intent.
In his view, while Qin Feng was powerful, he had ultimately only perfected one spear technique and one fist technique.
He, on the other hand, possessed the Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique. In terms of technique variety and foundational depth, he was far superior to Qin Feng.
By playing it safe and steady, Zhou Qi felt he had more than a seventy percent chance of winning.
"Finals! Qin Feng versus Zhou Qi! Match start!"
At the referee’s command, the atmosphere in the stadium instantly ignited, reaching its peak!
However, neither of the two on the stage made a move right away.
Qin Feng stood quietly, his gaze fixed on Zhou Qi.
He couldn’t help but recall his recent duel in the Heroic Spirit Hall against the afterimage of his benefactor, Sun Chan Hall.
Master Sun was also a grandmaster of a multi-killing technique system.
But the feeling the two gave Qin Feng was completely different.
Master Sun’s afterimage possessed multiple Perfected Killing Techniques that were flawlessly integrated, each serving as a foundation for the others.
Fist, palm, finger, leg, Body Technique—everything was constructed into an inseparable whole.
When one technique moved, a hundred moved with it. The transition between offense and defense was seamless and fluid, without a single opening.
That was a "Combat System" in the truest sense of the word.
It was the mark of an existence that had truly touched the threshold of the Control Realm.
But this Zhou Qi before him...
In Qin Feng’s eyes, Zhou Qi’s Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique, though supposedly complementary, was disjointed. The techniques governed their own domains, and there were even subtle conflicts and stagnations between them.
His so-called Six Gates Perfection was merely six isolated points, not connected into a line, let alone woven into a plane.
He looked powerful, but it was all for show.
’He’s a world apart from Master Sun.’ Qin Feng calmly came to this conclusion in his mind.
Just as Qin Feng was observing him, Zhou Qi made his move.
Without any probing, he stamped his foot, executing "Rocksteady Step," and shot forward like an arrow from a bow, instantly closing the distance between them.
He clenched his right hand into a fist and threw a ferociously powerful Mountain Shattering Fist, aiming straight for Qin Feng’s face with the force to split stone and cleave mountains!
Faced with this earth-shattering punch, Qin Feng’s response was so simple it stunned everyone.
He simply held his Long Spear horizontally in front of him.
The shaft of the spear was like an insurmountable chasm, steadily blocking Zhou Qi’s fist.
CLANG!
Amidst the dull thud of impact, Zhou Qi felt as if his fist had struck a mountain forged from ten-thousand-year-old profound iron. A massive rebounding force shot back, making his blood churn.
Before he could change his technique, Qin Feng flicked his wrist, and the spear shaft slid up along Zhou Qi’s arm in an upward slice.
Zhou Qi’s heart tightened. He immediately switched fist techniques, his left hand tracing a tricky arc as he executed "Coiling Silk Hand," attempting to ensnare Qin Feng’s spear shaft.
However, as if predicting his every move, Qin Feng’s spear attack changed the very instant Zhou Qi switched techniques.
The shaft, which had been slicing upward, suddenly pressed down, slamming heavily toward his lower body.
Zhou Qi’s reaction was extremely fast. He changed his footwork again, dodging the blow by a hair’s breadth.
But before he could regain his footing, the tip of Qin Feng’s spear had already transformed into a sky full of starlike points, enveloping him completely.
For a moment, the stage was filled with a flurry of spear shadows, obscuring the fighters’ figures.
Zhou Qi was once again forced completely onto the defensive.
He pushed his Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique to its absolute limit, constantly switching between fist techniques, footwork, and Body Techniques, trying to escape Qin Feng’s suppression.
But no matter how he changed his techniques, Qin Feng’s spear was always one step ahead, sealing off all his escape routes and crushing all his attacks.
His Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique seemed so clumsy and laughable before Qin Feng’s perfectly integrated and fluid spearmanship.
He felt like a child laden with Divine Weapons, flailing about clumsily and leaving countless openings in front of a Martial Arts Grandmaster who was only holding a wooden stick.
"How... How can this be?"
A tumultuous storm raged in Zhou Qi’s heart.
Under the pressure of Qin Feng’s airtight and flawless spearmanship, his confidence was being eroded, bit by bit.
He possessed the Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique, yet he couldn’t withstand Qin Feng’s spearmanship at all!
In the audience, everyone was dumbfounded.
The epic, evenly matched battle everyone had anticipated never materialized.
What appeared instead was a completely one-sided suppression.
Forty seconds had passed since the match began.
In those forty seconds, Zhou Qi had used every trick in his book.
’It’s time to end this.’
Qin Feng’s gaze suddenly sharpened.
He had already seen through all of Zhou Qi’s variations.
In his eyes, his opponent’s so-called Six Gates Perfection Killing Technique held no more secrets.
He took a step forward, and it was as if wind and thunder suddenly erupted.
The Long Spear in his hand, like a volcano that had been accumulating pressure for ages, erupted with a deafening roar!
The power of the Control Realm was on full display!
[Fierce Owl Chasing Shadow]!
The Long Spear, like a Fierce Owl, thrust out from an incredibly bizarre angle.
A streak of light, invisible to the naked eye, pierced the air and penetrated Zhou Qi’s defense, which was already riddled with holes.
Zhou Qi’s vision blurred, and a deathly chill instantly enveloped his entire body.
He wanted to dodge, to block, but his body couldn’t keep up with the speed of his thoughts.
Pfft.
A soft sound.
The cold spear tip stopped precisely before his throat, not a hair’s breadth off.
The sharp energy pulsing from the spear tip made his skin ache.
Zhou Qi froze, all his movements coming to an abrupt halt.
He stared blankly at Qin Feng, who was just inches away, and at those eyes, as calm as still water. A cold sweat instantly trickled down his forehead.
The entire stadium fell into a dead silence.
The clock stopped at fifty-two seconds.
The referee stood stunned for several seconds before coming to his senses and announcing loudly:
"Match over! The winner is—Qin Feng!"
"The final champion of this year’s Qimingxing Inter-School League, the winner of the ’Qiming General Star’ title, is—from Qiming First Martial Arts High School, Qin Feng!"
After a brief silence, a tsunami of cheers erupted, echoing throughout the Qiming Sports Center, as if to blow the roof off the stadium!
All the instructors, and the admissions officer from Starry Sky Martial Arts University, shot to their feet in an instant.
"Control Realm!"
"He hasn’t just touched the threshold of the Control Realm, he’s truly in the Control Realm!"
"His Thousand Army Spear and Ferocious Bird Fist have both reached the Control Realm!"
"His talent is absolutely stunning!"
Everyone cried out in astonishment.