The mission rewarded 750 Contribution Points, for a total of 759.
As for prestige, it was 3,000 points.
’It’s still not enough...’
Qin Feng calculated in his mind.
His future expenses would be astronomical.
Putting aside the ridiculously expensive *Great Sun Qi Meridian Method*, just a new set of ’Defender’ series Standard Power Armor befitting his current strength as a Fifth-level Martial Artist, plus a matching Level 5 Alloy Weapon, would cost a massive amount of Contribution Points.
’Seven hundred-odd Contribution Points might seem like a lot, but it’s really just a drop in the bucket.’
’There are essentially two ways to earn Contribution Points quickly.’
Qin Feng’s mind raced.
’First, I can keep taking on these high-difficulty, four-person team missions. The payout is good, but each mission takes at least six months.’
’Second, I can challenge the Canaan Tower.’
The Canaan Tower was the core proving ground of Canaan Star Martial Arts University, and also the most stable and efficient way for all students to earn Contribution Points.
A glint appeared in Qin Feng’s eyes.
’Right now, what I need most isn’t secluded training or running missions.’
The scene of him throwing the [Golden Sovereign] punch surfaced in his mind once more.
It was an unprecedented, supreme killing technique that unified all of his power and Will.
’[Golden Sovereign] is a fist technique I created by fusing all my current First-Level Control Realm Killing Techniques. I only came up with the basics on the battlefield, so many of the details are still crude. I need a massive amount of varied combat experience to polish it, to perfect it, until it becomes the sharpest weapon in my arsenal.’
And the Canaan Tower was, without a doubt, the perfect whetstone.
The enemies inside the tower were incredibly diverse, and the combat environments varied greatly, making it the ultimate place to test and perfect a killing technique.
’Besides, the rewards from the Canaan Tower aren’t bad either.’
Qin Feng recalled the information he had looked up via Hammer. ’From the first floor to the hundredth, the base reward for clearing each floor is 50 Contribution Points. If your battle score is high enough, you can earn even more.’
At this thought, Qin Feng’s hesitation vanished.
’That settles it.’
He looked at his power armor—fully repaired, its Psychic Core replenished, looking good as new—and his eyes became incredibly resolute.
’First, I’ll go to the Canaan Tower and completely master [Golden Sovereign]. While I’m at it, I’ll see just how many floors I can clear with my current strength!’
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After leaving the logistics and maintenance center, Qin Feng returned directly to his dorm without a moment’s delay.
"Hammer, get me into the Canaan Tower. Select the thirty-first floor and begin the challenge."
Qin Feng’s consciousness instantly entered the Subspace Network.
The Canaan Tower.
It stood like a black sword piercing the heavens, floating silently amidst a nebula.
The tower itself was not forged from any known metal or rock, but from a strange substance that seemed to absorb all light, making it feel profound and mysterious.
The last time Qin Feng had challenged the tower was twelve years ago.
Back then, he had just made a name for himself in the Newcomer’s Cup, and his Vitality Index was barely over five hundred.
He had advanced like an unstoppable force, sweeping his way to the thirtieth floor.
But on the thirty-first floor, he met his Waterloo.
The Gatekeeper of that level was a "Stone Race Champion Warrior" with a Vitality Index of 610.
At the time, it was a mountain he had no hope of climbing.
The Stone Race are born with Divine Power and astonishing defense, and that Champion Warrior had honed these two advantages to their absolute peak.
Qin Feng remembered it vividly. He had given it his all back then, unleashing every last-resort technique he had, but he could hardly even leave a decent scratch on his opponent’s rock-solid skin.
A single, simple swing of his opponent’s hammer was enough to make him feel like he’d been hit by a starship, his blood roiling and leaving him utterly battered.
He challenged it more than ten times, and every single attempt ended in a crushing defeat.
And today, he was back.
Identity bracer automatically scanned. Authentication successful.
Hammer’s voice sounded in his ear:
[Now teleporting you to the thirty-first floor...]
The darkness before his eyes receded like the tide, replaced by a vast space filled with a primitive, savage atmosphere.
This was a vast, rocky plain. The ground was rugged and uneven, surrounded by countless menacing stalagmites and stone pillars that resembled the jagged, exposed skeleton of some great beast.
The air felt several times denser than it was outside, and an invisible gravity field enveloped the entire area. An ordinary Martial Artist would likely find it incredibly difficult to even move.
And in the center of the plain, a tall, burly figure was slowly rising from a massive boulder.
It stood over four meters tall. Its entire body was covered in grayish-white skin like granite, crisscrossed with natural, stratum-like patterns.
Its corded muscles were like indestructible boulders, radiating a sense of explosive power. It dragged a massive Warhammer in its hand, one the size of a door, carved from a single block of Obsidian.
The Stone Race Champion Warrior.
[Enemy unit generated: Stone Race Champion Warrior]
[Vitality Index: 610.0]
Twelve years ago, these stats had been a crushing weight on Qin Feng’s heart, making him feel suffocated and powerless.
But now, as he looked at the familiar yet distant figure, not the slightest ripple of emotion stirred in Qin Feng’s heart.
His Vitality Index was 1730.0.
This was no longer a gap; it was a chasm.
ROAR—!!!
The Stone Race Champion Warrior’s combat style was incredibly fierce.
The moment it locked onto Qin Feng, a ferocious Battle Intent erupted from its crystal eyes as it let out a deafening roar.