Even Ning Jing’s lips curled into a rare, faint smile.
His words made everyone present laugh, filling the air with a cheerful atmosphere.
This wasn’t a provocation, but the purest form of banter between comrades—an invitation to a friendly spar.
"Actually,"
After the laughter died down, Senior Liang You gently explained, "They say they want to challenge you, but their real intention is to let us observe while they engage you in live combat. It will allow us to more intuitively identify the shortcomings in their initial use of Mental Power and give them some targeted guidance."
Senior Chu Qi’s gaze burned as he looked at Qin Feng, and he added, "Especially you, Qin Feng. We’ve all seen your combat recordings. Your two self-created killing moves, ’Golden Throne’ and ’Qian Yuan,’ have already faintly touched the threshold of applying Mental Power at the level of Will. You could even say you’ve spontaneously unleashed some of the might of Mental Power. That’s incredible. It shows that both your Martial Dao Will and your mental talent are far beyond ordinary. Having them fight you will also better stimulate them to understand how to integrate Mental Power with the will behind their own killing techniques."
"And we, in turn, will analyze your specific performance during the fight and offer some guidance."
"Oh, and one more thing. Don’t do this in a private simulation. We need a live match. The Imperial Arena’s systems might not interfere with the use of Mental Power, but they do interfere with our ability to analyze the fight while we watch."
It was to be both a friendly match and a dynamic lesson.
"If that’s the case, let’s not waste any time."
The Spiritual Energy around Qin Feng began to simmer at the invitation to battle. "Let’s head straight to the combat zone."
Having come to an agreement, the group headed toward the core of the Fearless Zone—the combat zone.
The combat zone was a colossal underground space. A simulated starry sky adorned the domed ceiling, and the area was so vast that one couldn’t see its end.
Countless alloy platforms of varying sizes floated in mid-air, connected to one another by bridges of energy.
The ceaseless clang of weapons, the roar of energy blasts, the shouts of Martial Artists, and the voices of instructors all blended together into a symphony of power and passion.
Countless Warband members were here, pouring out their sweat to hone their martial skills.
When Qin Feng, Dragon Jade, Nissan, and Ning Jing appeared, their presence immediately caused a commotion in the vicinity.
"Look! It’s Seniors Dragon Jade, Nissan, and Ning Jing! Didn’t they just break through to the sixth level?"
"The one with them... Oh my god! It’s Qin Feng! ’Qin Beast’ Qin Feng!"
"A living legend! This is the first time I’ve ever seen him this close!"
"Acupoint Union Perfection in thirty years, and he single-handedly annihilated a Tier Six Slaanesh Demon... His track record is inhuman!"
"Are the four of them here for a live match?"
Dragon Jade, Nissan, and Ning Jing had been the three most dazzling figures among the previous generation of Fifth-level Martial Artists, all holding illustrious reputations within the Warband.
As for Qin Feng, he had vaulted to the status of Cannan Star Martial Arts University’s most legendary new star in a century, all thanks to a series of accomplishments that bordered on miraculous.
The sight of the four of them ascending a platform together instantly drew hundreds, if not thousands, of eyes. Even some of the senior students and Instructors guiding their own disciples looked over with interest.
"The three of us against you."
Standing on the spacious platform, Dragon Jade smiled at Qin Feng, feeling no pressure from the crowd of onlookers. "No problem with that, right, Qin Feng?"
He flexed his wrists, his knuckles popping loudly. "Even though we’ve got a preliminary grasp on the Spiritual Manipulation Technique, I don’t think I could gain any ground against a monster like you on my own. The three of us attacking together is the only way this is fair."
"Haha, no problem at all."
Qin Feng laughed freely and took off his jacket, revealing the light Cultivation Robe he wore underneath.
None of the four were wearing heavy power armor or wielding any weapons. Clearly, they were preparing for the purest form of hand-to-hand combat.
Below the platform, Senior Liang You’s voice rang out at the perfect time, as if he were explaining to the surrounding students while also setting the tone for the match. "Fists and palms are the foundation of weaponry and the source of all techniques. Every Mental Power construct, every method of circulating Spiritual Energy, and every force-application technique used with a weapon can be found in its most primitive, purest form in hand-to-hand combat, and vice versa. Watch closely and feel it with your heart. This will be an extremely rare opportunity for a lesson."
The moment his voice faded, the battle on the platform erupted!
With no probing attacks, Ning Jing’s figure blurred. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, he instantly closed in on Qin Feng’s left, his joined fingertips forming a knife-hand that he thrust straight at Qin Feng’s ribs.
At the same moment, Nissan let out a deafening roar. His massive body charged forward like a heavy tank at full speed, launching a devastating frontal assault. He threw an incredibly ferocious straight punch, carrying immense force, aimed directly at Qin Feng’s face.
Meanwhile, Dragon Jade moved like a prowling shadow, silently circling to Qin Feng’s rear right. With a cross of his palms, he sealed off all of Qin Feng’s escape routes.
The trio’s coordination was flawless. Their assault was like a tidal wave, instantly putting Qin Feng in a desperate, indefensible position.
Facing this thunderous combined assault, Qin Feng’s eyes were as calm as still water. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his right foot stomping violently on the ground.
THUD!
With a muffled boom, the entire alloy platform trembled violently.
In that instant, he pushed his physical body to its absolute limit, going all out!
He didn’t choose to dodge. Instead, he met offense with offense!
His left elbow whipped backward like an iron whip, precisely striking Ning Jing’s knife-hand.