"But... what is this place?"
Wang Jie’s gaze swept across the ravaged battlefield.
"This place... it’s the best Trial Ground, meticulously prepared by the Ultramarines Chapter for our generation in the name of the Starry Sky Cup! This is where true Warriors are forged!"
"What’s the point of sneaking into the top one hundred thousand by hiding behind others or cutting corners? So you can get into the main tournament, stand on that stage in front of everyone, and get taken out in a single move? Just to become a laughingstock?"
Wang Hao said nothing, but he silently moved to stand by his younger brother. The unwavering determination in his eyes made his stance clear.
After hearing Wang Jie’s speech, a flicker of approval and admiration appeared in Wu Yue’s eyes.
She gave a slight nod and said in a cool, clear voice:
"He has a point."
At this, the color drained from the face of the male Martial Artist named Li Ang. He eventually let out a long sigh, his expression turning to one of shame.
"...You’re all right."
He reflected on this for a moment before speaking with renewed gravity. "I was being short-sighted. Thank you for the reminder."
The brief reunion with the Wang brothers, Hao and Jie, allowed Qin Feng’s taut combat nerves to relax for a moment.
But after they parted ways, he once again became the most efficient and ruthless "Hunter" on this vast battlefield.
With no one at his side to worry about, and no hidden masters spying on him, he completely cut loose.
His operational pattern still revolved around the constantly respawning resource packs on the map.
But unlike his initial "petty thievery," where he only dared to snatch the lowest-level resource packs, he was now far more direct and aggressive.
...
Three days later, in a region of karst terrain pockmarked and corroded by acid rain.
A shimmering, silvery-white alloy case floated silently atop a stalagmite that was a hundred meters tall.
Below the stalagmite, more than a dozen formidable Sixth-level Martial Artists were locked in a fierce and chaotic melee over the resource pack.
Just then, a figure descended like a meteorite from the heavens, crashing into the center of the battlefield with unstoppable might!
It was Qin Feng.
He made no attempt to conceal himself, nor did he launch a sneak attack.
He simply descended before everyone, open and aboveboard, with the air of a king surveying his realm.
He leveled the [Raging Tides] Long Spear in his hand, pointing it at everyone present.
A terrifying, almost tangible aura of power erupted from him, sweeping outwards in all directions!
The sudden development and Qin Feng’s incomparably domineering aura left every Martial Artist present shaken to the core. For a moment, they were all too stunned to move.
"He’s just putting on an act! Let’s get him together! Eliminate him!"
After a moment of silence, a defiant Martial Artist finally summoned his courage, roaring as he charged at Qin Feng.
Once the first one charged, a second and third followed...
However, what awaited them was a defeat that was a foregone conclusion.
Qin Feng didn’t even use "Assault Step." He simply stood his ground, the [Raging Tides] Long Spear in his hand becoming the scythe of the Death God.
In no more than ten seconds, the dozen or so Martial Artists who had led the charge were all eliminated.
The few remaining Martial Artists who had been hesitating saw this slaughter, as easy as slicing melons. How could they harbor any shred of desire for the prize now? They scattered, fleeing frantically into the distance.
The entire battlefield was cleared in an instant.
Only then did Qin Feng leisurely rise into the air, claiming the resource pack from the top of the stalagmite.
...
As time went on, Qin Feng’s methods grew increasingly high-profile and aggressive.
He was no longer satisfied with the lowest-tier resource packs, which were worth only ten thousand Contribution Points.
His targets gradually shifted to the rice-grain-sized red dots on the map, which represented higher-level resources.
Some of these resource packs were worth fifty thousand Contribution Points and contained more advanced Spiritual Energy Potions.
Of course, the more advanced the resource pack, the more terrifyingly powerful the competitors it attracted.
Without exception, those who had the qualifications and courage to compete for these high-level resources were the absolute top-tier experts in this competition.
Their life force indexes were almost never below fifteen thousand points.
The Fourth-level Killing Techniques they cultivated had all reached the ’Mastery’ stage at a minimum.
Qin Feng had even encountered several top-tier masters like Shi Cang and Qin Yonglin, whose life force indexes had reached the "First Great Threshold" of eighteen thousand points and who had cultivated a Fourth-level Killing Technique to the ’Perfection’ stage.
In his battles against these experts of the same caliber, Qin Feng also endured several bloody fights.
But the final outcome never changed.
He was always the victor.
The reason was simple: his physical body was just too terrifying.
In a peak duel, where both combatants had a life force of eighteen thousand and had achieved ’Perfection’ in their Killing Technique, the crushing advantage of Qin Feng’s terrifying physique—possessing potential similar to a "Starry Sky Giant Beast"—and the all-around Amplification from his "Top-grade Primordial Acupoints" became overwhelmingly clear.
His strength was several times that of his opponents.
His speed was several times that of his opponents.
His stamina and recovery were also several times greater than his opponents’!
Under this absolute, crushing advantage in Hard Power, and with his own Killing Technique being equally formidable, one master after another could only taste bitter defeat. They transformed into white light, becoming yet another stepping stone for Qin Feng’s fearsome and illustrious reputation.