High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 403 Holy Realm Hounds? Nothing but chickens and dogs! The entire human race is strengthened!

The moment Qin Feng stepped through the portal, in the vast universe, whether it was the trillions of stars in the human realm or the dark depths of space occupied by distant alien races, all communication frequencies were instantly hijacked by some supreme rule force.

There were no warning signs, no static on the screen, and no signal delay.

A colossal screen of light, spanning the heavens, appeared out of thin air outside the atmospheres of every planet inhabited by intelligent life. Even on mining planets, space cities, and wandering starship fleets without atmospheres, incredibly clear holographic images were projected.

[The Chosen Battlefield is now open.]

This text is written in the form of divine runes of the Great Dao, and even primitive races that cannot read can understand its meaning in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the screen split.

Thousands upon thousands of split screens appeared on the light screen, each corresponding to a contestant of a different race. Some split screens were completely dark, indicating that the contestants were adept at concealment; others were ablaze with flames, showing that the contestants had begun a killing spree as soon as they landed.

However, within the human territory, all the light screens were automatically locked onto one image.

It was a desolate wasteland, a deathly purple.

Three eerie suns—pale white, scarlet, and dark purple—hanged in a triangle in the sky, emitting unsettling radiation.

There was no vegetation on the ground, only endless skeletons weathered over millions of years. Some of these skeletons were as huge as mountains, while others were as small as dust, forming a thick carpet of bone meal.

A figure dressed in black stood silently in the center of this "bone-burying wasteland".

"It's Venerable Qin Feng!"

"Canaan Star," Principal Guhe said, pointing to the light screen in the sky, his voice trembling.

Holy Terra, countless citizens paused their work and gazed upwards.

The soldiers of the frontier combat unit, having just finished their battle, wiped the blood from their faceplates and stared intently at the figure.

This is a war that concerns the lifespan, health, and even the survival of their descendants for each of them.

At this time, in the territory of a foreign race.

Zerg Hive. Countless cerebrates hissed in the mental network: "Human... Qin Feng... Venerable-level... Threat assessment: Extremely high."

The Divine Palace. Emperor Shitian is dead. The new generation of divine sons watch the scene and sneer: "The Divine Chosen Battlefield suppresses cultivation. Even if he was a Venerable, under the constraints of the rules, he's just a stronger mortal. The gravity of the Burial Ground is 100,000 times that of the standard universe. Let's see how long he can hold out."

Inside the Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng lifted his foot and stepped on the thick bone powder, making a soft "crunch" sound.

The gravity here is indeed terrifying, about ten thousand times that of Earth and a thousand times that of Terra. For an ordinary planetary-level martial artist, this gravity would be enough to crush their internal organs instantly, but for Qin Feng, who is already at the limit of the Primordial Chaos Dao Body and in the mid-stage of the Universe Venerable, it is no different from flat ground.

"The free energy in the air is extremely low, about one percent of that in the outside world."

"The spatial structure is extremely stable, and the energy required to tear through space is a thousand times that of the outside world."

As Qin Feng walked, he calmly analyzed the environmental data. The Eye of the Ruins scanned the surroundings, constructing a three-dimensional model of the terrain information.

“No signs of life… No, there’s something underground.”

Qin Feng stopped in his tracks.

Three kilometers ahead of him, beneath a natural arch formed by a massive vertebra, lay a relatively flat high ground. Backed by Bone Mountain, it offered a wide view and was a strategically important, easily defensible point.

"That's it."

Qin Feng flashed, without using spatial teleportation, relying purely on his physical explosive power to instantly cross a distance of three kilometers, creating a sonic boom that opened up a vacuum channel behind him.

He stood on the high ground and flipped his wrist.

A crystal emitting a soft white light appeared in his palm. This was the [Spark of Civilization] given as an initial gift at the start of the God's Chosen Battlefield.

"Establish a base."

Qin Feng silently recited in his heart.

The crystal in his hand flew out instantly, hovering in the center of the high ground, and then suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless white streams of light that spread wildly along the ground like 3D printing.

Outside, countless people held their breath.

Within the light screen, on that desolate and terrifying bone mountain, a silver-white architectural complex, full of science fiction and sacredness, was rising from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is not a pile of bricks and stones; this is the manifestation of rules.

The towering circular wall was rippled with energy shields; at its center stood a spire-like control center, its top gleaming with the blue beacon light unique to the human race.

【Ding--】

[Human race's initial outpost established.]

Current level: Level 1.

[Facilities: Defensive Force Field (Level E), Life Cultivation Chamber (Special), Resource Conversion Furnace (Level E).]

As the system notification faded, Qin Feng turned his gaze to the core area of ​​the stronghold—the Life Cultivation Room.

There, one hundred huge, transparent cylindrical containers were neatly arranged.

The container was filled with a pale golden nutrient solution, and floating in the solution were not just the data streams Qin Feng had imagined, but rather...

baby.

One hundred newborn human babies.

They lay curled up in artificial amniotic fluid with their eyes closed, their umbilical cords connecting them to the energy core at their base. They looked so fragile, their skin so delicate, as if a gust of wind could extinguish the flame of their life.

Qin Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

This caused a huge uproar both outside and within the human race's territory.

"That's... a child?"

"My God! How can there be children in the outpost?"

"Is this the cruelty of the Chosen Battlefield? Has our destiny materialized into these newborn lives? What if our stronghold is breached..."

No one dared to think about it further.

If the stronghold is breached, these newborns, who represent the hope of humanity, will be torn to pieces by the monsters of the wasteland.

Qin Feng walked to a container and looked at the sleeping baby inside through special glass.

"No need to worry about feeding or excretion; energy is supplied directly from the base."

Qin Feng looked at the instructions on the control panel with a cold expression.

"But they are alive."

"They are hostages, and they are the future."

This game rule, which directly uses life as a bargaining chip, made Qin Feng feel even more disgusted with this so-called divine agreement, but the killing intent in his eyes also became purer.

at this time.

【warn!warn! 】

The first wave of attacks is about to arrive!

[Countdown: 10, 9, 8...]

The three suns in the sky simultaneously burst forth with blinding light, turning the originally purple wasteland a ghastly white.

"Ouch——!!!"

The mournful howls of wolves echoed from the crevices of the bone mountain from all directions.

The ground began to tremble.

On the endless gray-white horizon in the distance, a black tide surged forth. It was not water, but thousands upon thousands of monsters, densely packed together.

Wilderness hound.

They were no ordinary beasts. Each one was the size of a tank, covered in bone armor, with exposed fangs and eyes burning with green will-o'-the-wisps.

What's most disheartening is the aura emanating from them.

[Target Analysis: Wilderness Hound.]

[Level: Sainthood Realm (Early Stage)]

[Characteristics: Group Hunting, Lawful Bite, Undying Bone Body.]

When this line of data appeared in the sidebar of the live stream across the entire universe, all races were in an uproar.

"Saintly Realm?!"

"Are you kidding me! The first wave of beginner monsters is already at the Saintly Realm?"

"This is insane! This Chosen Battlefield is a meat grinder!"

In a typical level-two civilization, a Saintly Realm expert would be enough to become the ruler of a planet, enjoying the worship of billions. But here, they are merely packs of "wild dogs" used to drain the player's stamina.

In the alien race channel, countless comments were flooding the screen:

"Hahahaha! Dogs of the Saint Realm! Even a Venerable would perish under the suppression of the rules when faced with an attack from thousands of Saint Realm beasts!"

"Humans are finished! The first wave will wipe them out!"

"Bite him to death! Tear that human stronghold to smithereens!"

Within the human territory, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Countless mothers covered their children's eyes, and countless martial artists clenched their fists, their nails digging into their palms.

Thousands of monsters at the saint level... Is this the scale of a war of gods?

on the screen.

The black tide approached rapidly. They were incredibly fast, leaping thousands of meters with each bound, their claws carving deep gashes into the hard, bony ground.

They could smell the fresh, vibrant life emanating from the hundred newborns within the stronghold.

Greed, bloodlust, madness.

Distance from base: 10 kilometers. Distance from base: 5 kilometers.

Distance from base: 1 kilometer.

They had already rushed down to the foot of the high ground, and you could even see the rotting flesh left between their teeth.

however.

The gate to the outpost was open.

Qin Feng did not activate the defensive force field, nor did he hide behind the wall.

He moved a chair and sat down imposingly at the entrance of the stronghold, even holding a cup of hot tea that had just materialized.

The fragrance of tea lingers.

Faced with an overwhelming horde of beasts, powerful enough to destroy an entire galaxy.

Qin Feng simply blew on the floating leaves on the tea.

The first wildebeest charged up the hill.

It opened its gaping maw, its mouth gleaming with black light imbued with the laws of corrosion, and viciously bit down towards Qin Feng's head. The oppressive aura of a Saint Realm expert erupted in full force; an ordinary Venerable might have had to dodge under the suppression of these rules.

Qin Feng raised his eyelids.

"Too noisy."

He didn't get up, but simply extended the index finger of his left hand and gently tapped the air.

It wasn't aimed at the hunting dog, but at the entire fan-shaped void in front of it.

[Concept Modification: There is no life in the area ahead.]

Although the rules of the Chosen Battlefield suppressed most of his abilities, preventing him from arbitrarily modifying the underlying logic of the entire battlefield, he could still easily alter the local reality within the small area surrounding the stronghold under the terrifying divine sense of a mid-stage Venerable.

"Om-"

No energy beams were emitted.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The wild hound leaping through the air froze the moment it touched the area Qin Feng's fingertip was pointing at.

Immediately afterwards, the green will-o'-the-wisp in its eyes went out instantly.

Its bony armor, tough muscles, and bones imbued with the power of laws were instantly decomposed into the most primitive atomic dust, just like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser.

There was no blood, no flesh.

It is utter "nothingness".

But this is just the beginning.

The power of this finger strike spreads outward in a fan shape.

"Puff, puff, puff -"

One hundred, one thousand, three thousand wildebeest charging at the forefront...

They were still running, still roaring, but the next second, their bodies disintegrated as they ran. The black tide seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall of annihilation.

In an instant.

The area within a fan-shaped region three kilometers in front of the outpost has become a vacuum zone.

The three thousand monsters at the Saintly Realm didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were all reduced to bone dust that filled the sky and fell in abundance.

It was like a gray snowfall.

Qin Feng withdrew his finger, picked up the teacup, and took a small sip.

"Lord chicken and dog."

The entire universe was deathly silent.

Those alien races that were just shouting were now like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to make a sound.

The high-ranking members of the Protoss, Zerg, and Mech races stared intently at the screen, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What kind of method is this?"

"No spiritual energy fluctuations, no collisions of laws... directly erased?"

"This is the Human Race Venerable? This is Qin Feng?!"

And within the territory of the human race.

After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted!

"Long live! Long live Venerable Qin Feng!"

"Well done! What kind of holy hounds are they? They're nothing but a pile of shit in front of a Venerable One!"

"That was amazing! That was so satisfying!"

Inside the Terra Palace, the Emperor watched this scene, and even the corners of his parched lips seemed to turn up slightly.

The last Wilderness Hound that tried to flank and ambush was disintegrated by a single glare from Qin Feng.

The system notification sounded again in the sky.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations to Qin Feng, the human agent, for successfully repelling the first wave of attacks.]

[Mission Rating: SSS (No damage taken, instant kill, stronghold intact).]

[Rewards are being distributed...]

[Reward 1: Food production across all human territories increased by 5% (already in effect).]

[Reward 2: Basic Defense Tower Blueprint x2 (already stored in the Outpost Warehouse).]

[Reward 3 (SSS-level bonus): A random resource point coordinate map.]

at the same time.

The real universe, the territory of humanity.

Farmers on countless agricultural planets were astonished to find that the wheat in the fields seemed to become fuller in an instant, the fruit on the trees swelled up at a visible speed, and even the crops on barren lands came back to life.

This is not an illusion.

This is a rule-based change. This single wave of rewards has magically increased the human race's food reserves by trillions of tons, enough to feed countless people.

"It really...it really has increased!"

"Thank you, Venerable Qin Feng! Thank you, Emperor!"

Inside the Chosen Battlefield.

Qin Feng put down his teacup. He wasn't complacent about the reward. For the vast human race, it was just a drop in the ocean, but he knew it was a good start.

He opened the [Random Resource Point Coordinates Map].

A semi-transparent map unfolded before them; except for the area around the stronghold, which was brightly lit, the rest of the map was shrouded in fog of war. But deep within the fog, a red dot was flashing.

Distance: 300 kilometers.

Note: [Chiyan Copper Vein (Medium-sized)]

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow. A medium-sized mine? In the early stages of the God-Chosen Battlefield, this was definitely a must-contest area. With a mine, they could upgrade their stronghold and create a stronger defensive force.

Just then, a new main quest appeared.

【Ding--】

[Main Quest 2 Released: Plunder and Expansion.]

[Mission Description: Simple defense will not win the war for the clan's destiny. Within 48 hours, capture a resource point and establish an outpost.]

[Mission Notification: The nearest resource point, "Crimson Copper Mine," has been captured by a "Lizard Tribe" advance team.]

[Rewards for successful mission: Increase the physical fitness of all citizens across the entire human territory by 1%, and upgrade the stronghold level to level 2.]

[Mission Failure Penalty: A random F-level epidemic will break out across the entire human territory, and 50% of the energy reserves at each stronghold will be deducted.]

Qin Feng looked at the mission panel, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"The Lizard Clan?"

He remembered this race; it was a medium-sized race that was affiliated with the demon alliance. They were inherently cruel and liked to plunder weaker races for food.

"Physical fitness +1%..." Qin Feng muttered to himself.

This reward is far more enticing than grain production. Improved physical fitness means a more solid foundation in martial arts, which means more people can pass the martial arts assessment.

"Since you've taken over my mine."

Qin Feng stood up, his black clothes fluttering even without wind.

"Then leave your lives behind."

He glanced back at the sleeping infants in the life incubation room, then waved his hand, and two basic defense towers instantly materialized on either side of the stronghold, activating the automatic target acquisition system.

"Take good care of your home."

Qin Feng left a command for the base's intelligent core, then transformed into a streak of light and sped toward the red dot on the map.

This time, he was no longer on the defensive.

He is a hunter.

The lizardmen will become the first sacrifice to be trampled by humans on the battlefield of the chosen ones.

(End of this chapter)