However, before Qin Feng’s Long Spear—seemingly plain and simple, yet heavy as a mountain and swift as lightning—all resistance was futile.
Qin Feng was like a cold, precise killing machine, efficiently and accurately reaping one victory after another.
His na 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" lay—this man who had not lost a single match since the tournant began and rarely ever used a second move.
Finally, the match information for the eighth round appeared on Qin Feng’s personal terminal.
Everyone knew this round was a watershed mont.
Winning this battle ant 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 tournant, 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 opponent’s na, his expression tightened slightly.
"Luo Cheng... from the Celestial Martial Warband. He’s been enrolled for twenty-three years. In the last Freshn Cup, he made it to the top two hundred thousand. His current life force index is 520, and he’s predicted to make the top ten thousand this ti."
"Boss, this ti, you’ve run into a tough one."
Lei ng’s expression also grew serious.
Finally, a truly formidable enemy had appeared.
An opponent capable of forcing Qin Feng to reveal so 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 Feng’s perception, his opponent’s life force index was about the sa as his own.
"Qin Feng?"
Luo Cheng looked at Qin Feng opposite him and gave an Imperial Army salute. "Please, enlighten ."
Before his words had faded, the ground beneath his feet exploded. He transford into a crimson afterimage, crossing the several-hundred-ter distance in an instant with an incomparably violent aura!
"Second-level Killing Technique—Blood 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 one’s soul apart washed over Qin Feng.
Finally, soone had forced Qin Feng to do more than a simple spear thrust.
Faced with this earth-shattering slash, a ripple finally appeared in Qin Feng’s eyes.
For the first ti, 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 opponent’s blade.
Then, the Long Spear in his hand moved.
It was no longer a simple, unremarkable thrust.
BUZZ—!
The spear’s shaft began to vibrate at a high frequency, like a dragon’s cry, as a vast and extrely 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 mont, just as Luo Cheng’s 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 power—both violent and condensed, and completely beyond his comprehension—surge madly up the blade and into his arm!
His Blood Slaughter Three Techniques, a move powerful enough to shatter mountains and split rock, seed 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 Cheng’s 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 referee’s 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 Cheng—a recognized master among the top 100,000—and a genuine Second-level Killing Technique, had still claid a clean and decisive victory in a near-crushing display!
Yet, no one could gauge Qin Feng’s 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 co 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.
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