’I must not forget the lessons of the past.’
’My foundation must be made incredibly solid.’
’Now, I have the top-tier platform of Cannan Star Martial Arts University and an unparalleled cultivation speed. The one thing I don’t lack is time. I absolutely cannot repeat my past mistakes by chasing a quick graduation.’
’At the very least, I must use this platform to build up a sufficiently rich nest egg. For example, cultivating dozens, or even hundreds, of powerful Level 6 Killing Techniques to the Control Realm. Only then will I consider graduating. To that end, it would be completely worth it to spend an extra ten, or even twenty, years at the university!’
’Once I leave the university, earning Contribution Points will be as hard as climbing to the heavens. And there won’t be any bonus rewards like reputation points.’
Qin Feng was now looking far into the future.
To him, a decade was no longer a long time on the path of the Martial Dao, which could easily span hundreds or even thousands of years.
He checked the time on his personal terminal. It was almost time for his meeting with Dragon Jade and the others.
He rose slowly, pushed open the heavy door of the Cultivation Quiet Chamber, and strode toward the Fearless Warband’s exclusive "Combat Zone."
Unlike the absolute silence of the Cultivation Area, the Combat Zone was a scene of bustling activity.
People came and went, and Warband members were everywhere, training maniacally.
The shrill clash of weapons, the violent roar of energy, and the excited shouts of Martial Artists rose and fell, weaving together into a symphony of power and passion.
Qin Feng could feel that the auras of the Martial Artists here were all incredibly powerful.
The vast majority were Sixth-Level Soaring Martial Artists. He could even occasionally spot a few figures with unfathomably deep auras—senior students who were at the seventh, eighth, or even the legendary ninth level. They were also here, silently honing their killing techniques.
Qin Feng found a corner and stood there quietly, waiting for Dragon Jade and the others to arrive.
Just then, a voice filled with surprise and uncertainty rang out not far from him.
"Huh? Brother, excuse me... Are you Qin Feng?"
Qin Feng looked toward the voice and saw an incredibly burly man with muscles knotted like rock, holding a black staff, greeting him.
The burly man’s face was filled with irrepressible surprise and excitement.
"That would be me."
Qin Feng nodded and answered politely.
"HAHAHA! It really is you! I’ve heard so much about you! So much!"
After receiving confirmation, the burly man laughed heartily and walked over.
"My name is Wan Kun!"
He announced his name without hesitation, cupped his fist at Qin Feng, his voice booming like a bell. "Brother Qin Feng, your name precedes you! The Fifth Level Division, a nightmare-level mission... you single-handedly dealt 75% of the damage and dragged our Fearless Warband back from the brink of elimination to successfully defend our title! I am in awe! I wonder if I might have the honor of crossing moves with Brother Qin Feng?!"
A fierce battle intent burned in his eyes, but there wasn’t a trace of malice or provocation. There was only the pure admiration of a Martial Artist for a stronger peer and the desire to spar.
"I major in stick techniques, and I also train with the spear and the Horse-Slaying Saber. I just cultivated a Level 4 Stick Skill killing move to the ’minor completion’ stage."
"My vitality index is 7,300. Superior-grade Primordial Acupoints," Wan Kun said frankly.
This was the martial atmosphere of the Fearless Warband, and indeed, of the entire Cannan Star Martial Arts University.
Martial Artists who had been tempered by blood and fire would always be respected.
And verifying their skills through practical combat was their best way of communicating.
Qin Feng had just finished practicing the Mental Power and Spiritual Energy application for the Fourth-level Killing Technique, Heavy Spear. He had been worrying about not having an opponent to test it against in a real fight. Now that someone had actively challenged him, the battle intent within him couldn’t help but begin to simmer.
"Alright!"
Qin Feng’s reply was crisp and clear, his eyes also flashing with battle intent. "I major in spear techniques, but I haven’t even reached the introductory stage with my Fourth-level Killing Technique."
"Hahaha! No matter! Strength isn’t just about one’s realm! Come, let’s have a match!"
Hearing this, Wan Kun laughed even more excitedly.
Soon, the two of them, one after the other, walked onto a nearby empty, massive arena forged from ultra-high-strength alloy.
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On the arena, Qin Feng and Wan Kun stood facing each other, a hundred meters apart.
Neither of them wore heavy power armor; they were only dressed in the most basic Alloy Light Armor.
This type of armor offered limited protection, but its advantage was that it was light and flexible, not restricting a Martial Artist’s movements in any way. It was standard equipment for daily spars and training.
In Qin Feng’s hand was a gleaming silver Standard Alloy Long Spear.
The spear’s shaft was perfectly straight, its lines smooth. It had no extraneous decorations, exuding a simple yet lethal sharpness.
Wan Kun, on the other hand, held a nearly three-meter-long black alloy staff.
The staff’s body was thick and heavy, giving off a sense of mountain-toppling power.
This was a duel between spear and staff.
It was also a clash between Top-grade Primordial Acupoints and Superior-grade Primordial Acupoints, between a newly-ascended Sixth-level rookie and a veteran Sixth-level student who had been immersed for years.
Below the arena, the number of spectating Warband members grew.
The names of Qin Feng and Wan Kun were both quite well-known within the Fearless Warband, so this sudden spar naturally drew everyone’s attention.
There was no referee, nor was one needed.
For Sixth-level Martial Artists with vitality indexes over seven thousand, their control over their own power had long since reached a microscopic level.
Every ounce of force, every bit of energy output, could be precisely controlled.