He shook his head, his tone filled with resignation at Qin Feng’s freakishly tough body.
"Your physical foundation is just terrifying. I’d wager that before the planetary level, as long as everyone’s Slaughter Realm is equal, no one can beat you. Unless... their killing technique reaches the Control Realm."
"Alright."
Nissan waved his hand dismissively from the side, cutting off Ning Jing’s musings. He looked at Qin Feng, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and said excitedly, "Since the warm-up is over, it’s our turn! Enough talk. Let’s get to it!"
"Alright!"
Qin Feng agreed with a smile, once again gripping the Long Spear in his hands tightly.
And so, in the bustling combat training area, four young, powerful figures began their agreed-upon, frenzied training routine.
Sometimes, the four of them would spar with each other.
Dragon Jade’s saber technique was as steady as a mountain. Nissan’s fists were unmatched in their ferocity. Ning Jing’s Body Technique was as unpredictable as a ghost’s.
As for Qin Feng, he clumsily yet resolutely honed the Level 4 Spear Skill he had just begun to learn—Heavy Spear—whether facing all three at once or dueling them one by one.
At other times, they would split up, each seeking out other Martial Artists within the Warband who used different weapons and Killing Techniques to spar with.
Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, staves, throwing knives...
The afternoon flew by in a blur of exhilarating combat.
Every block, every thrust of his spear, every attempt to merge his Mental Power and Spiritual Energy became precious experience that nourished his growth.
[Proficiency +1]
[Proficiency +1]
A stream of light blue data refreshed silently, visible only to him.
As the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the Energy Dome above the Fearless Zone, the afternoon of high-intensity combat came to a close.
Qin Feng’s personal status panel had also silently changed.
[Killing Technique: Heavy Spear (Uninitiated)]
[Proficiency: 2/10]
In a single afternoon of being tempered in combat against more than a dozen different opponents, his proficiency with Heavy Spear had increased by two points!
He had progressed from being completely clueless to having a basic grasp of the key principles: how to construct a Mental Power field, guide the converged Spiritual Energy, and combine it with the specific Techniques of Heavy Spear.
All that remained was the grind.
Through thousands, even tens of thousands of repetitions, he would turn this combination from something he "understood" into something he was "proficient" in, then from "proficient" to "instinctual," until it was completely mastered.
Only after achieving complete proficiency could he learn the true core killing blows of the Heavy Spear Killing Technique and advance his Slaughter Realm to the "Minor Accomplishment" stage.
After that, he would need to learn the accompanying footwork and integrate it with the killing blows to reach "Major Accomplishment."
Finally, only through endless, arduous cultivation and combat could he hope to fully master the entire Killing Technique and reach the realm of Perfection.
’It’s the exact same process I went through to learn Thousand Army Spear back at the Martial Arts High School.’
Feeling the fatigue from the afternoon’s arduous training, as well as the sense of fulfillment from his steadily increasing strength, Qin Feng sighed to himself.
Once, at Qiming First Martial Arts High School, he had done the same. Under his respected mentor’s guidance and through countless practical battles, he had taken the Second-level Killing Technique, Thousand Army Spear, from initiation all the way to Perfection, one step at a time.
Time had passed and the scenery had changed, but his pure, unadulterated desire to grow stronger on the path of the Martial Dao had never wavered.
That night, Qin Feng did not return to his dorm.
For a training maniac like him, a dorm was merely a symbolic location.
He went straight back to the Void Stone Cultivation Quiet Chamber he had rented.
After consuming some high-energy nutritional supplements, he sat down cross-legged. His consciousness sank into the Subspace Network and entered a familiar virtual world reeking of iron, blood, and slaughter—the Imperial Arena!
Unlike the daytime sparring sessions in the Warband, the battles in the Imperial Arena were far more brutal and deadly.
Every opponent here was a true Warrior, fighting with all their might for points and for victory.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Feng queued up for a match against a Sixth-level Martial Artist.
[Match Found!]
[Opponent: ’Mad Saber’ Zhao Wuji]
[Weapon: Horse-Slaying Saber]
[Life Force Index Locked: 7200]
[Battle Start!]
The cold system prompt had barely faded when a burly figure appeared before Qin Feng, wielding a Battle Saber as large as a door.
Without a single wasted word, his opponent roared and became a crimson whirlwind, sweeping toward him.
The battle erupted in an instant!
Qin Feng spent the rest of the night locked in endless combat.
He fought like a tireless machine, moving from one battle to the next.
He encountered elegant Swordsmen whose Swordsmanship flowed like mercury, seeping into every possible opening.
He fought Warriors who wielded twin axes like raging madmen.
He even faced peculiar Martial Artists who used unheard-of weapons with bizarre and treacherous fighting styles...
Some he won, some he lost.
But against veterans who had been Sixth-level for years, their Killing Techniques honed to a razor’s edge, he often found himself defeated.
Yet every defeat was a priceless lesson.
Like a dry sponge, he frantically absorbed the fighting styles of his different opponents, using them to test and refine his own understanding of Heavy Spear.