However, before Qin Fengâs Long Spearâseemingly plain and simple, yet heavy as a mountain and swift as lightningâall resistance was futile.
Qin Feng was like a cold, precise killing machine, efficiently and accurately reaping one victory after another.
His name generated more and more discussion on the forums.
His odds on all the major betting markets were lowered again and again.
More and more spectators began to actively lock their Holographic Spectator Devices onto his arena.
Everyone wanted to see just where the limits of this mysterious "dark horse" layâthis man who had not lost a single match since the tournament began and rarely ever used a second move.
Finally, the match information for the eighth round appeared on Qin Fengâs personal terminal.
Everyone knew this round was a watershed moment.
Winning this battle meant breaking out from the pack of over twenty million participants, officially entering the ranks of the "top 100,000," and securing a spot in the next stage of the main tournament, along with the most basic guaranteed prize!
[Eighth Round Match Arena: Sector A-03, Arena 0007]
[Opponent: Luo Cheng (Student ID: GX6983221)]
When Xiong Yanfu saw the opponentâs name, his expression tightened slightly.
"Luo Cheng... from the Celestial Martial Warband. Heâs been enrolled for twenty-three years. In the last Freshmen Cup, he made it to the top two hundred thousand. His current life force index is 520, and heâs predicted to make the top ten thousand this time."
"Boss, this time, youâve run into a tough one."
Lei Mengâs expression also grew serious.
Finally, a truly formidable enemy had appeared.
An opponent capable of forcing Qin Feng to reveal some of his true strength.
In the stands, millions of eyes focused on Arena 7 in the core Sector A, all through their Holographic Spectator Devices.
A flash of white light, and Qin Feng and his opponent, Luo Cheng, appeared at opposite ends of the arena.
Luo Cheng had a lean, powerful build and a cold expression. In his hand, he held a strangely shaped, broad-bladed Serrated Battle Saber.
In Qin Fengâs perception, his opponentâs life force index was about the same as his own.
"Qin Feng?"
Luo Cheng looked at Qin Feng opposite him and gave an Imperial Army salute. "Please, enlighten me."
Before his words had faded, the ground beneath his feet exploded. He transformed into a crimson afterimage, crossing the several-hundred-meter distance in an instant with an incomparably violent aura!
"Second-level Killing TechniqueâBlood Slaughter Three Techniques!"
His Serrated Battle Saber drew a blinding, blood-red blade glint in midair. Before the blade even arrived, a thick, bloody killing intent that felt as if it could tear oneâs soul apart washed over Qin Feng.
Finally, someone had forced Qin Feng to do more than a simple spear thrust.
Faced with this earth-shattering slash, a ripple finally appeared in Qin Fengâs eyes.
For the first time, his feet shifted slightly, taking a half-step back.
It was this half-step that allowed him to perfectly evade the most lethal edge of his opponentâs blade.
Then, the Long Spear in his hand moved.
It was no longer a simple, unremarkable thrust.
BUZZâ!
The spearâs shaft began to vibrate at a high frequency, like a dragonâs cry, as a vast and extremely condensed Spiritual Energy instantly poured from his body into the weapon.
[Thousand Army Spear: Flowing Light Chasing Shadow!]
A silver stream of light, so condensed it looked like a single line and was nearly impossible to track with the naked eye, tore through the air. At the last possible moment, just as Luo Chengâs violent blade glint was about to strike, it precisely tapped the side of his Serrated Battle Saber from an unbelievable angle.
DING!!!
An incredibly crisp, colossal sound, like shattering glass, exploded outward!
Luo Cheng felt a terrifying powerâboth violent and condensed, and completely beyond his comprehensionâsurge madly up the blade and into his arm!
His Blood Slaughter Three Techniques, a move powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rock, seemed as fragile as a joke in the face of this power.
The blood-red glint on his blade shattered instantly!
Struck as if by lightning, the web of his thumb tore open, spraying blood. He could no longer hold his Battle Saber. With a mournful cry, the weapon flew high into the air!
And that silver stream of light, after knocking his weapon away, continued unabated, like a shadow, finally stopping just before the space between his brows, which were wide with terror.
The match was decided.
The entire process, from Luo Chengâs attack to his weapon being knocked away and the spear tip locking onto his brow, took three seconds.
[Sector A-03, Arena 0007, Qin Feng, Victor!]
[Congratulations to participant Qin Feng for successfully advancing to the top 100,000!]
The refereeâs voice announced the end of the highly anticipated battle.
After a brief second of silence, the entire Glory Colosseum erupted in an uproar louder than any before!
Countless spectators shot up from their seats, their faces etched with disbelief.
He won!
The mysterious dark horse, Qin Feng, facing Luo Chengâa recognized master among the top 100,000âand a genuine Second-level Killing Technique, had still claimed a clean and decisive victory in a near-crushing display!
Yet, no one could gauge Qin Fengâs true strength.
To him, defeating Luo Cheng was no different from defeating the freshman in the first round.
"Whoa, a life force index of 520, seven Perfection Level 1 Killing Techniques, and one minor-mastery Second-level Killing Technique, and he still got insta-killed?"
"Holy shit, that Qin Feng has only been enrolled for ten years?"
"Where did this monster come from? Enrolled for only ten years?"
When Qin Feng used a single move, [Flowing Light Chasing Shadow], to cleanly end the battle with Luo Cheng, the uproar that instantly detonated throughout the arena echoed far beyond the stands holding tens of millions of spectators.