Lu Yuan pushed his Rock Fist to its limits, his fists a blur, forming an impenetrable defense around himself.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The dense series of clashes echoed through the arena like a frantic drumroll.

Everyone held their breath.

Lu Yuan had actually... blocked it!

Relying on his Perfection Realm Panshou Fist, he had weathered Qin Feng’s relentless, tide-like assault.

Although he was forced back step by step, looking battered and overwhelmed, he was indeed the first opponent since the tournament began to withstand more than ten of Qin Feng’s techniques!

"This Lu Yuan is really something!"

"His Perfection Rock Fist is no joke!"

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the stands.

On the stage, however, only Lu Yuan knew the bitter truth.

His defense seemed impenetrable, but in reality, it was already on the verge of collapse.

Each of Qin Feng’s spear thrusts struck with pinpoint accuracy at the weakest links in his defensive system. They weren’t powerful, but they made him incredibly uncomfortable.

He felt less like he was facing an opponent and more like a seasoned demolition expert, methodically dismantling the fortress he took so much pride in.

At this rate, defeat was only a matter of time.

’I have to counterattack!’

A look of determination flashed in Lu Yuan’s eyes.

In the split-second interval after blocking another of Qin Feng’s attacks, he seized an opportunity. His left hand, which he had kept hidden behind him, suddenly shot out. His five fingers were pressed together like a blade, and a glint of cold light flashed from between them—it was an alloy short blade, as thin as a cicada’s wing, concealed in his bracer!

Shadow Bee Blade!

This was his true killing move!

The short blade was silent, like a Poisonous Bee lying in wait, striking toward Qin Feng’s ribs.

The angle was devious, the timing perfect. It was the culmination of his life’s work in martial arts.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Qin Feng’s left hand instantly released the spear shaft. Spreading his fingers, he didn’t retreat but advanced, reaching out to grab the deadly short blade.

’He dares to catch my Shadow Bee Blade with his bare hand?’ A flash of joy went through Lu Yuan’s mind.

But in the next second, the smile froze on his face.

He saw Qin Feng’s left fingers curve into a claw, radiating a fierce and domineering aura.

Ferocious Bird Fist—Fierce Owl Technique!

CRACK!

A sharp snap rang out.

Qin Feng’s left hand struck Lu Yuan’s wrist with unerring precision.

Lu Yuan heard the sound of his own wrist bone shattering. A sharp pain shot through him, and he could no longer hold onto the short blade.

At the same time, Qin Feng, still holding the spear in his right hand, thrust it forward.

The spear shaft slammed heavily into Lu Yuan’s chest.

PFFT!

As if struck by lightning, Lu Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground below the stage.

Immediately, thunderous applause and cheers erupted!

Qin Feng, in a display of near-total domination, had won again, powerfully advancing to the finals!

He retracted his Long Spear.

Glancing at Lu Yuan below the stage, Qin Feng gave a slight nod as a gesture of respect, then turned and walked off.

Back in the stands, he didn’t rest immediately. Instead, his gaze fell upon the other stage where a semi-final match was underway.

There, two contestants were locked in a fierce clash.

One was the prominent figure, Liu Feixu, known for her speed and Body Technique.

The other was this year’s other dark horse, Zhou Qi from Qiming Second Martial High School.

...

On the stage, Liu Feixu’s figure moved like a phantom.

Her Alloy Longsword carved splendid silver arcs through the air, creating layer upon layer of a sword-net that completely enveloped her opponent.

Her Liuyun Swordsmanship and Phantom Steps were both at the Grandmastery level. Combined, her assault was agile and deadly.

Her opponent, Zhou Qi, however, was like a reef standing firm against a raging storm.

Zhou Qi was not tall, but he was exceptionally stocky.

He was bare-handed, save for a pair of heavy Alloy Finger Tigers on his arms. Facing Liu Feixu’s lightning-fast attacks, he neither dodged nor evaded, simply countering each move as it came.

His movements weren’t fast; they even seemed a bit clumsy.

But each of his punches was powerful and heavy, accurately smashing into the weak points of Liu Feixu’s Swordsmanship and forcing her to pull her sword back to defend.

"This Zhou Qi’s defense is so strong!"

Qian Duoduo marveled from the side, "Liu Feixu’s speed is already at its peak, yet she still can’t find a weakness or break through his defense."

Shi Potian’s gaze was serious. "It’s not that his defense is strong," he said in a low voice, "it’s that he knows too many fist techniques."

Just as Shi Potian said, the situation on the stage was taking a strange turn.

At first, Zhou Qi used a grand, sweeping, and ferociously powerful fist style to firmly hold his ground.

But as Liu Feixu’s assault grew more frantic, Zhou Qi’s fist technique suddenly changed!

His style shifted from ferocious power to something insidious and tricky, his techniques specifically targeting the gaps in Liu Feixu’s Body Technique, forcing her to slow down and struggle to cope.

"That’s Twining Silk Hand! Perfection Realm Twining Silk Hand!"

A student cried out in alarm.

Before his voice had even faded, Zhou Qi’s fist technique changed once more.

This time, his fists moved like raindrops, creating an impenetrable net of punches in front of him.

"Thousand Leaves Fist! Also at the Perfection Realm!"

"And his footwork! That’s Rock Steps, also at the Perfection Realm!"

"Heavens! Just how many Perfect Killing Skills has this Zhou Qi mastered?"

Cries of astonishment rose one after another.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Zhou Qi was like a walking treasury of martial arts. In just a few minutes of battle, he had switched between five completely different fist techniques—all of which had reached the Perfection Realm—and one Perfection Realm footwork technique!