In an instant, all eyes were on Qin Feng.

Their gazes were a mixture of worship, curiosity, and anticipation.

The sounds of discussion and gasps merged into a wave of noise that washed clearly over the ring.

When the youth from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall, who had been so insufferably arrogant just moments before, heard the crowd shouting the names "Qin Feng" and "Qiming’s General Star," the color instantly drained from his haughty face. His pupils contracted violently to the size of pinpricks.

’Qiming’s General Star?!’

’What kind of cosmic joke is this?!’

’I just took some money from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall to fight a few "exhibition matches" here, intimidate these amateur Martial Artists, and help build up Hongchang’s reputation.’

’The coach from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall had assured me that in this rundown hall, the strongest student’s life force index would absolutely not exceed 20.0!’

’But now, how could "Qiming’s General Star"—the one who suppressed all the high school geniuses on the entire planet of Qiming—suddenly appear?!’

’Isn’t this just throwing me to the wolves?!’

In his heart, the youth instantly cursed the eighteen generations of the Hongchang Martial Arts Hall coach’s ancestors.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead. As he looked at the calm-faced boy before him, not a single trace of contempt remained in his heart—only endless fear.

He wanted to concede, to flee this place of trouble immediately.

But it was already too late.

In the instant his mind reeled and his fighting spirit vanished, Qin Feng moved.

There was no unnecessary banter, no opening stance.

Qin Feng simply took one step forward.

With that single step, his entire aura changed abruptly. If before he had seemed like a gentle, harmless boy next door, now he was like a primeval raptor awakened from a deep slumber, ready to devour its prey.

A ferocious, domineering aura that seemed capable of tearing everything apart instantly enveloped the entire ring!

Vicious Bird Fist!

Qin Feng’s right hand curved into a claw. The muscles in his arm pulsed in a subtle, profound rhythm as he shot a simple "jabbing fist" straight at the youth!

This claw-like strike seemed utterly unremarkable, but in the youth’s eyes, it instantly filled his entire field of vision!

To his horror, he discovered that all his escape routes, all his room to dodge, seemed to have been completely sealed off in that moment.

Qin Feng’s fist was like the talon of a Fierce Owl locking onto its prey; no matter how he struggled, he was doomed to fail.

He could only watch helplessly as that fist grew rapidly larger in his vision.

"BANG!"

A dull, heart-stopping thud echoed out.

There were no flashy Techniques, no earth-shattering bursts of energy.

Just one move.

The arrogant youth—the same one who had instantly defeated Zhou Heyuan and beaten Hou Yuwei in three moves—was sent flying through the air like a discarded rag doll. He traced a pathetic arc before slamming heavily into the hard wall of the Martial Arts Hall, then slid to the floor with a painful groan.

Defeated in a single move!

The entire Martial Arts Hall fell into a dead silence that lasted for three long seconds.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, their minds completely blank.

Then, a tsunami of cheers and jeers erupted with a deafening roar!

"YEAH!!!"

"Beautiful! A great hit!"

"Hahaha! Still trying to challenge our hall? With that kind of skill? You can’t even take one hit from our Qiming’s General Star! Pathetic!"

"Exactly! Go crawl back to your Hongchang Martial Arts Hall!"

All the frustration they had endured was paid back with interest in that single moment!

The members of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall felt an incredible sense of relief and vindication!

Qin Feng retracted his fist, his gaze falling upon the youth on the ground.

He shook his head, a faint note of melancholy in his tone.

"You’re a student from Golden Dragon Martial High School, aren’t you?"

He said this to the youth.

But his voice carried clearly to everyone’s ears.

"You don’t dare participate in the Qiming School-Level League, which is teeming with powerful opponents. Instead, you come here to take on this kind of low-class commercial gig, fighting shady matches for another Martial Arts Hall. You even deliberately imitate the military boxing Techniques of Star River Military High School to give another school a bad name. What’s the point?"

The moment he said this, another uproar swept through the crowd.

"What? He’s a student from Golden Dragon Martial High School?"

"Holy crap! So Hongchang Martial Arts Hall plays dirty like this? Hiring an outsider to challenge other halls? That’s disgusting!"

"Dodged a bullet there! Anyone who goes to Hongchang Martial Arts Hall from now on is a fool!"

In an instant, all blame was directed at the coach from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall.

Just then, the youth who had been sent flying by Qin Feng’s punch clutched his aching chest. Hearing Qin Feng’s words and the crowd’s chatter, he ignored his injuries, scrambled to his feet, pointed at the Hongchang Martial Arts Hall coach, and roared furiously:

"You son of a bitch! Didn’t you fucking tell me that the strongest person here wouldn’t be over 20.0?!"

"How the hell did Qiming’s General Star show up?! Pay my damn medical bills!"

After saying his piece, he shot the coach a vicious glare. Ignoring any contract he might have had, he turned and limped away, disappearing through the Martial Arts Hall’s entrance in a matter of breaths.

Just like that, he was gone. Qin Feng had been right on the money.

The youth wasn’t a student from Hongchang Martial Arts Hall at all, but a "shill" they had paid a hefty price to hire from Golden Dragon Martial High School!

As for how Qin Feng knew, he had recognized that the core of the Techniques the man used against the girl earlier were very similar to those of Golden Dragon Martial High School students.

He had just said it offhandedly, not expecting it to be true.