Qin Feng held [Raging Waves], his gaze as calm as still water.
"Alright then, let’s begin."
Zongyun’s voice rang out.
Before his voice had even faded, Qin Feng’s figure had already stepped into the circular airlock at the far end of the room, marked "Planetary Surface Drop Channel."
Amid the cold sound of the mechanical gate closing, Qin Feng’s vision was plunged into darkness, followed immediately by an intense sensation of weightlessness.
The drop pod he was in, like a cannonball fired from its barrel, was shot along an electromagnetic rail at a terrifying acceleration toward the massive, yellowish-brown planet below.
BOOM!
The drop pod slammed heavily onto rust-red gravel, and the hatch depressurized and burst open.
A blast of scorching air, thick with the smell of metallic rust, sulfur, and the stench of rotting unknown creatures, rushed in, so acrid it made his throat parch.
Qin Feng took a step out. The sand underfoot was as hard as iron. As far as the eye could see, the entire world was bathed in a murky, yellow glow.
Giant, misshapen cactus-like plants grew tenaciously between jagged, bizarre rocks, among which stood green-skinned fortresses—haphazard piles of scrap metal, massive beast bones, and solidified mud, all possessing a savage and chaotic beauty.
"Waaagh!"
A roar, filled with war-crazed fervor, echoed from nearby.
A Green-skinned kid, over eight feet tall with a body of knotted muscle, was charging toward him.
Its skin was a filthy green, and it wore a crude suit of power armor pieced together from various metal scraps. Black smoke spewed from the joints as it brandished a massive greatsword that looked as if it had been fashioned from a slab of Warship Armor.
It was incredibly fast, each step leaving a shallow crater in the hard ground.
Qin Feng neither dodged nor retreated, holding [Raging Waves] horizontally to meet the charge.
He wasn’t wearing power armor, only a lightweight Combat Suit.
But beneath that Combat Suit was a terrifying physical body, one comparable to an Embryonic Stage Starry Sky Beast!
CLANG!
The greatsword and the blue-black spear shaft collided violently, unleashing a deafening shriek of metal on metal.
Qin Feng felt a tremendous force travel up the spear shaft, sending him sliding back half a meter and plowing two deep furrows in the ground.
The Green-skinned kid was also sent staggering back by the recoil, a flicker of confusion in its eyes quickly replaced by even more fanatical brutality.
’A human not in a "can" actually blocked my slash head-on!’
Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed. This Green-skinned kid’s garbage power armor greatly compensated for the physical gap between them, even giving it a slight advantage in pure impact force.
’This is exactly what I wanted!’
In the next instant, Qin Feng moved.
He didn’t try to match the green-skin’s strength. Instead, he sidestepped, and his spear tip shot out like a striking viper, thrusting from an impossibly sharp angle to pierce the seam at the neck of the power armor.
It was a Technique from the Heavy Spear style—Heavy Stab!
SHHNK!
The spear tip plunged in without resistance, exiting through the back of the green-skin’s neck.
The green-skin’s roar cut off abruptly as its massive body crashed to the ground.
[Proficiency: 113/1000]
Qin Feng withdrew his Long Spear, flicked the filthy blood from its tip, and looked toward the more distant green-skins that had been drawn by the sound of the battle.
His trial had officially begun.
...
In a desolate canyon, three Green-skinned kids surrounded Qin Feng in a triangular formation.
Qin Feng weaved and dodged within the confined space. In his hands, the [Raging Waves] Long Spear at times swept with the force of a gale scattering autumn leaves; at others, it struck with the precision of a Spiritual Snake flicking its tongue for a killing blow.
Every parry, every thrust, deepened his understanding of the *Heavy Spear*.
The battle ended, and three green-skin corpses lay at his feet.
[Proficiency: 417/1000]
...
「In the ruins of a destroyed Imperial Outpost.」
Qin Feng stood back-to-back with two complete strangers—fellow Martial Artists also undergoing the trial—fending off a tide of onrushing green-skins.
The three exchanged no words, yet their teamwork was perfectly synchronized.
One wielded a tower shield for defense, another provided suppressing fire with a two-handed bolter, and Qin Feng acted as the deadliest point of the spear.
He seized every fleeting opportunity his teammates created, his [Raging Waves] Long Spear piercing the skulls and hearts of the green-skins time and again.
When the last green-skin fell, the three exchanged nods, then turned and vanished in different directions.
On this planet, everyone was just passing through. The only common language was battle.
[Proficiency: 622/1000]
...
Late at night, Qin Feng, drenched in blood, was locked in a bitter struggle with an elite green-skin over four meters tall that was piloting a "can-killer" war machine.
This war machine was built of thick armor plates and massive hydraulic arms, its firepower and strength far surpassing that of an ordinary Green-skinned kid.
Qin Feng was swatted aside by a giant mechanical claw, sent tumbling for over ten meters, but he immediately rolled back to his feet and, ignoring the blood trickling from his mouth, charged again.
Like the most tenacious Hunter, he constantly weaved and repositioned, chipping away at the war machine’s energy and structural integrity with one precise attack after another.
Finally, seizing an opportunity, he jammed the entire shaft of [Raging Waves] into a seam of the "can-killer’s" cockpit and, with a sudden burst of strength, twisted!
With a piercing shriek of twisting metal and a muffled bang, the war machine crashed to its knees and powered down for good.
[Proficiency: 889/1000]
...
「A vast fungal swamp.」
Qin Feng had inadvertently stumbled into the path of a green-skin war convoy.
More than twenty war trucks, cobbled together from scrap and spewing thick smoke and flames, thundered past.
In the center of the convoy, a Green-skinned Warlord with a life force index of over fifteen thousand sat upon a throne of skulls, watching the tiny intruder with a derisive gaze.