As the crowd buzzed with speculation, the match began.
"Trash, kneel and lick my boots! As your second brother, I might just spare your life!" Qin Fen sneered, stalking forward. His iron fists cracked with menace, radiating a fearsome aura, like twin hammers ringing with power.
A cat doesn't kill a mouse outright—it toys with it, savoring the torment until the prey breaks. Qin Fen relished this game, intent on driving Qin Chen to despair to satisfy his twisted desires.
"Oh? Even if you knelt and licked the soles of my feet, I wouldn't spare you," Qin Chen replied, his voice icy, gazing at Qin Fen with disdain. This fool has no idea the calamity he's brought upon himself.
"Courting death!" Qin Fen roared, Qin Chen's calm defiance igniting his fury. With a stomp, he closed the five-meter gap in an instant, his fist blasting toward Qin Chen with a savage grin.
Boom!
The air exploded, a vortex of force swirling before Qin Chen, fist energy crashing toward him like a tidal wave.
Hm? Qin Fen's cultivation has improved—stronger than Wei Zhen, but still far too weak, Qin Chen thought, unfazed by the ferocious assault. His hands moved like a musician plucking a lute, tracing a half-circle before thrusting a palm forward.
Boom!
The clash of energies unleashed a deafening blast, the ground trembling beneath them.
"What?" Qin Fen's body jolted as if he'd struck a mountain, his organs quaking, eyes widening in shock.
How is Qin Chen's strength this immense?
"Supreme King Fist!" Qin Fen bellowed, his eyes blazing with malice. His bones crackled, his body seeming to swell as he unleashed another punch.
Boom!
A hurricane of force surged skyward, the stage swept by gale-like winds, dust swirling outward.
"Petty tricks. Break!" Qin Chen declared, his single palm striking out—slow yet swift—meeting Qin Fen's iron fist head-on.
Bang!
A shockwave radiated from their clash, scattering dust and whipping the hair of spectators below. Amid the explosive force, Qin Chen stood immovable, a rock in a storm, while Qin Fen staggered back two steps, unable to withstand the recoil.
"Impossible!" Qin Fen's eyes bulged. His full-force punch had been effortlessly blocked. What kind of joke is this?
"Weak. Too weak. With this level of cultivation, you think you can make me beg*?" Qin Chen mocked, brushing dust from his sleeve with a smirk, his tone dripping with scorn.
The crowd gaped, stunned. This kid's arrogance is unreal. Qin Fen's going to lose it.
"Argh!" Qin Fen roared, his rage boiling over. With a thunderous stomp, he unleashed a barrage of punches like a raging sea.
"Thirteen Tidal Waves Fist!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The air shattered under the onslaught, the stage rumbling as countless fist shadows materialized, like a tsunami crashing forward. The sheer force rattled eardrums, the arena trembling.
Below, a student beside Wei Zhen gasped, then smirked. "Wei Zhen, your precious Qin Chen's done for. The Thirteen Tidal Waves Fist is a killing move created by the Qin family's Martial King Dingwu on the battlefield, refined from a Mysterious-Grade Superior fist technique. However, it's only Yellow-Grade Superior; its power rivals lower Mysterious-Grade skills. Under this technique, Qin Fen's fist strength triples. Qin Chen's defeat is certain."
"Not necessarily," Wei Zhen replied, his eyes locked on the stage, unblinking.
He knew he couldn't withstand Qin Fen's punch, but an instinctive fear told him Qin Chen could. No logic, just gut.
In the stands, Qin Yong beamed, leaning toward Zhao Feng. "Madam, I didn't expect Young Master Fen to have mastered the Thirteen Tidal Waves Fist. This match is as good as won."
Qin Chen's earlier deflections had sparked unease in Qin Yong, but seeing Qin Fen unleash this technique, his confidence surged.
"That wretch Qin Yuechi's spawn could never compare to my Fen'er," Zhao Feng sneered, her smile cold and venomous.
Below, Qin Yuechi's eyes brimmed with worry, her heart pounding. She knew the Thirteen Tidal Waves Fist's power all too well—a legendary battlefield killing technique her father had created. If an opponent couldn't withstand it, the relentless, layered fist energy would surge like a flood, reducing them to pulp.
Chen'er, don't push yourself. As long as you survive, there's always another chance! Qin Yuechi clenched her fists, murmuring under her breath, her body leaning forward as if ready to rush the stage.
Others in the stands, seasoned experts, also watched with grave expressions, muttering. If Qin Chen couldn't block this, he'd be crippled or worse.
Unaware of his mother's fears, Qin Chen remained unfazed. The Thirteen Tidal Waves Fist was impressive, but to harm him? It was a hundred thousand miles short. He didn't want to crush Qin Fen instantly, though. Giving him hope, then plunging him into despair—that was the way to break him truly.
With a cold smirk, Qin Chen crossed his fists before his chest, standing like a boulder in a raging current, weathering Qin Fen's relentless assault.
*Bang! Bangになり
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Explosive collisions echoed as Qin Chen parried each strike. To the crowd, he seemed on the brink of collapse, yet somehow, he endured, like a sailboat battered by waves but refusing to capsize.
"That movement technique… it's at the Minute Control level!" King Lingwu, Xiao Zhan, sucked in a breath, his eyes wide with shock.
Movement techniques were graded by mastery: Beginner, Proficient, Exquisite, Minute Control, and Perfect. For a genius of this caliber, reaching Proficient was already remarkable. Minute Control? Xiao Zhan had never seen such a prodigy in all his years.
"Indeed, Minute Control," Dean Chu Weichen echoed, staring in disbelief, nearly leaping from his seat.
To achieve such mastery at such a young age wasn't just genius—it was monstrous, a talent that shouldn't exist.
Qin Fen's face darkened. Ten punches in, and Qin Chen still stood firm. His opponent's resilience far exceeded his expectations.
"I don't believe it!" Qin Fen roared, unwilling to accept defeat. Pushing his true qi to its limit, he unleashed the final three punches in one seamless motion.
Boom!
A blazing red aura erupted from Qin Fen—his awakened bloodline power.