For an ordinary student, receiving personal guidance from a Star System-level Powerhouse, even just a single sentence, could save them decades or even centuries of hard training. Its value was simply impossible to measure in Contribution Points!
’A once-in-a-decade opportunity...’
Qin Feng’s gaze grew incredibly sharp.
He glanced at his status information.
His group was clearly marked: Official Disciple.
This meant he would have to challenge an "Elite Disciple."
He was well aware that while his current strength might make him a standout among the new students, a disciple rated as "Elite" under a Star System-level Powerhouse like Master Yu Han would be unimaginably terrifying.
’I’ll probably lose, and it won’t be pretty.’
’But... so what?’
’Even if I lose, I have to experience firsthand just how powerful these so-called ’Elite Disciples’ truly are.’
The word "fear" was not in Qin Feng’s vocabulary.
When faced with a disparity in strength, his first instinct was always to confront it, analyze it, and then overcome it!
To him, this once-in-a-decade chance wasn’t just an opportunity to win enormous rewards. It was also a perfect yardstick for measuring the gap between himself and a true genius.
Even if he was just going to scout things out, to get a glimpse of the view from the summit, it would be enough to clarify the path of his future training.
With that thought, Qin Feng hesitated no longer.
He closed the other windows and focused his full attention on the battle platform in his master’s private domain. Without a second’s hesitation, he selected the button for the [Promotion Match], which was flashing with a countdown timer.
BEEP—Identity confirmed: Official Disciple, Qin Feng.
Matching you with an opponent from the "Elite Disciple" group...
Match found!
The scene before him instantly transformed. His cold dormitory vanished, replaced by a vast and magnificent starry sky.
He stood upon a circular arena formed from pure energy. Beneath his feet was a translucent force field, and through it, he could see a brilliant Star River slowly revolving below.
Countless stars and gorgeous nebulae swirled around him, seeming close enough to touch.
At the other end of the arena, a towering figure slowly coalesced into view.
He was a burly man, over two and a half meters tall, clad in a heavy-duty, standard-issue Combat Suit. His muscles were gnarled like granite, radiating a sense of explosive power.
His face was weathered, etched with maturity and resolve, and his gaze was as steady as a mountain.
The moment his opponent’s stats appeared in his vision, Qin Feng’s pupils contracted sharply.
[Opponent: Baze]
[Disciple Group: Elite Disciple]
[Life Force Index: 500.14]
[Weapons: Horse-Slaying Saber, Broad-bladed Saber]
[Martial Artist Level: Level 4 Martial Artist]
[Mastered Killing Techniques (Level 1·Perfect Killing Skill): *Mountain-Breaking Saber*, *Jade Dragon Saber*... seventeen techniques in total.]
[Mastered Killing Techniques (Second-level Perfection Killing Technique): *Broad Slash of the Same Origin*, *Listening to the Tides*, *Tyrant’s Slash*]
A Life Force Index of 500!
What was even more terrifying was that the man had mastered a staggering seventeen Level 1 Perfection Killing Techniques and three Second-level Perfection Killing Techniques!
Qin Feng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his shock.
He knew his opponent would be strong, but not *this* strong.
This was just an "Elite Disciple." What kind of monsters must the "Core Disciples" and "Direct Disciples" above them be?
A 30-second countdown to the start of the match slowly materialized in the center of the arena.
Across the arena, the burly man, Baze, saw Qin Feng’s Life Force Index of 70.34 and his two Killing Techniques at the "Control Realm." A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by gentle goodwill.
He showed no contempt or impatience at Qin Feng’s lack of strength. Instead, he gave Qin Feng a standard military salute of the Empire—striking his heart with his right fist, then opening his hand and raising it to touch his brow bone with his fingertips.
"Baze, Elite Disciple. I specialize in heavy cleaving weapons like broadswords and the Horse-Slaying Saber."
His voice was deep and steady, filled with a soldier’s crisp efficiency.
"Junior Brother, you’ve read the rules. I’m not allowed to hold back during the fight, so please forgive any offense I might cause."
His friendly attitude took Qin Feng by surprise.
Qin Feng immediately returned the salute and said in a solemn voice, "Qin Feng, Official Disciple. I specialize in the Long Spear."
"A Long Spear..."
Baze nodded, his gaze lingering for a moment on Qin Feng’s "Control Realm" tag. He began to offer guidance generously. "You have great talent, Junior Brother. To be able to push two Killing Techniques to the Control Realm with such a low Life Force Index... that level of comprehension makes you a standout even among us."
"However, there’s a problem."
Baze’s tone was utterly sincere, like a true senior brother guiding his junior.
"’The Control Realm is powerful, but it requires a vast library of ’source material’ to draw from. Your biggest problem right now is that your library of Killing Techniques is too small. Having two techniques at the Control Realm is like owning two peerless master smiths but only giving them two kinds of raw materials. The variety of weapons they can forge will, in the end, be limited."
"My advice is to focus all your energy on learning more Level 1 Killing Techniques—start with at least ten, and the more, the better. Fist, palm, leg, and Body Techniques are essential. You should also study the long staff; after all, the spear and staff share a common origin. The broader your knowledge, the more solid your foundation will become. Only when your ’library’ of source material is vast enough can your Control Realm truly unleash its world-shattering power."