—The Canaan Tower!
A thought, like a bolt of lightning, flashed through Qin Feng’s mind.
The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward.
Qin Feng smiled.
’It seems I still have a "newbie bonus" I’ve forgotten to claim.’
Every floor of the Canaan Tower offered a generous, one-time reward of Contribution Points!
With his current, terrifying strength—a life force index of 3,600—returning to the Tower of Trial that had once stopped him at the 61st floor...
He wasn’t going there to challenge it.
He was going there to—fleece it!
As the words "Canaan Tower" materialized in Qin Feng’s mind, the slight embarrassment from his empty pockets was instantly replaced by a fierce battle intent, brimming with confidence and anticipation.
...
"Hammer, start the Canaan Tower challenge for me."
Qin Feng said.
Hammer quickly replied, "Of course, Master. I have connected you to the Canaan Tower."
The cold, metallic space was as vast and silent as ever.
Qin Feng skillfully pulled up his personal information on the central light screen.
[Challenger: Qin Feng]
[Highest Record: 61st Floor (Failure)]
Qin Feng smiled as he looked at the bright red word: "Failure."
That was from a long time ago, after he returned from his mission on Planet K-7.
Back then, he had just grasped his ultimate move, "Jin Luan." Full of confidence, he had steamrolled his way through the levels.
Until, on the 61st floor, he encountered that cold war machine he remembered so vividly: the "Mechanical Divine Race, Sentinel-7."
That opponent had a life force index of 1,800.
It possessed trans-dimensional, perfectly rational predictive capabilities, allowing it to quickly identify his combat patterns. Its incredible fighting style allowed it to anticipate all his attack trajectories, and its cold, mechanical body completely ignored pain and injury. He had challenged it over a dozen times, and on every occasion, he had been comprehensively and decisively crushed.
But today...
Times had changed.
He was back.
"Teleport to the 61st floor."
Qin Feng issued the command to the light screen.
Without a shred of hesitation.
"VMMM—"
With a faint ripple in space, his figure vanished from the teleportation hall in an instant.
The next second, as his feet touched down on the familiar, futuristic combat platform constructed from countless silver-white metal modules, the entire world felt completely different to his senses.
A hundred meters away, streams of silver liquid metal began to rise slowly from the ground, rapidly converging, solidifying, and taking shape.
Soon, a humanoid figure over three meters tall appeared. Its body was forged from a strange alloy that gleamed with a cold, metallic luster. Its limbs were long and slender, and from its back extended six multi-functional mechanical arms, like the long legs of a spider.
Its head was featureless, save for a single, enormous eye that glowed with an eerie blue light. It was scanning Qin Feng at an incredible frequency, analyzing every bit of his data.
The Mechanical Divine Race, Sentinel-7.
The same familiar opponent that had once dealt him such a crushing defeat.
But as Qin Feng’s gaze met that giant, blue, singular eye once more, the gravity and powerlessness he had once felt were completely gone.
[BATTLE START!]
The cold, emotionless system announcement boomed across the platform.
The instant the voice faded, the Sentinel-7 across from him moved!
The six mechanical arms on its back instantly became six lethal blurs!
Laser cannons, high-frequency vibrational blades, electromagnetic pulse generators...
Six distinct types of attacks, each capable of instantly tearing an ordinary Level 4 Martial Artist to shreds, blasted toward Qin Feng from six impossibly difficult angles at supersonic speeds!
The coordination of the attacks and the precision of their timing were as impeccable and "intelligent" as ever.
The old Qin Feng would have been flustered and overwhelmed by such an onslaught.
But now, Qin Feng simply lifted his right foot.
And stomped it down hard!
"BOOM—!!!!!"
An unprecedented, terrifying boom erupted, so powerful it felt as if the entire Canaan Tower might shake!
Centered on the point where Qin Feng’s foot landed, the incredibly hard, special-alloy combat platform instantly buckled downward, forming a massive, crater-like basin—as if a giant meteor had slammed into the surface of a lake!
A terrifying, tsunami-like shockwave, visible to the naked eye and laced with countless shattered metal fragments, swept out in all directions with brutal, destructive force!
Before this cataclysmic shockwave, the six lightning-fast, seemingly unavoidable attacks were as fragile as candles in a hurricane. They were instantly blown into disarray, knocked completely off course!
The Sentinel-7 itself didn’t even have time to react.
Under the pure, brutish, overwhelming physical impact, its supposedly indestructible alloy body let out a series of grating "CRUNCH" sounds. It was instantly blasted off the ground, losing all balance in mid-air!
’Now!’
Qin Feng became a black, blurry afterimage, striking second but landing first.
He crossed the hundred-meter distance in an instant, appearing right in front of the now completely unbalanced Sentinel-7.