High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 42 Mental collapse

[3, 2, 1…]

[Battle begins!]

"Oh? It's you?"

Before the countdown had even ended, Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow, her cool voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise.

She clearly recognized this "newcomer" who, a month ago, had been beheaded without any resistance under her full-force strike.

Qin Feng did not respond, but simply lowered the standard-issue spear in his hand slightly, with the spear tip pointing diagonally to the ground, and assumed the most standard and steady starting stance in "Thousand Army Spears" - "Panju".

At this moment, his heart was as still as an abyss.

His opponent was Zhou Yu, which surprised him slightly, but more than that, he felt a strong fighting spirit.

It’s been a month.

He looked at the opponent's information displayed on the screen, his gaze lingering for a moment on the words "heavy alloy armor" and "nine-fold lightning blade".

In an instant, the scenes of countless sparring sessions with Shi Potian in the public martial arts room over the past month flashed through his mind.

"This is the first time I've encountered an opponent wearing heavy armor in a formal duel. The armor's defensive capabilities are astonishing; ordinary attacks will likely be ineffective, and only a killer move can break through its defenses."

Qin Feng's mind raced.

"The Ninefold Thunder Blade... I'm intimately familiar with this sword technique. Shi Potian wielded this technique, its movements expansive and unstoppable. Its greatest characteristic is the accumulation of 'momentum.' Once it gains momentum, the power increases with each strike, continuous and relentless, culminating in the thunderous force of the ninth strike. Once that momentum is established, defeat is inevitable."

He knew very well that he absolutely could not let her unleash the full power of her swordsmanship so easily.

"Therefore, the strategy must be clear: from the very first second, we must suppress her from all sides. We must disrupt her rhythm, interrupt her power generation, and prevent her from stacking even one of her nine layers of lightning blades."

His gaze fell on Zhou Yu's heavy armor.

"Given my current level of mastery of 'A Thousand Armies Repel,' to break through this level of heavy armor, I would probably need to hit the same spot three times in a row, or hit different spots five times or more. That's unrealistic; the opponent won't just stand there and let me hit them. So, I can't be impatient and blindly pursue breaking through their defenses. I must have enough patience to create and find that one-hit kill opportunity by constantly applying pressure."

A clear, complete, and highly targeted battle plan took shape in Qin Feng's mind in just a few seconds.

Weapon selection: Standard long spear; Armor selection: Lightweight composite material armor

Weapon Selection: Standard Long Sword; Armor Selection: Heavy Alloy Armor

The difference in equipment between the two sides was clearly displayed on the light screen in the main hall.

Zhou Yu was clad in heavy armor and wielded a standard-issue longsword.

Qin Feng was dressed in light armor and held a standard-issue long spear.

One inch long, one inch strong.

With the vitality index locked at an absolutely fair level of 10.0, a pure skill competition officially begins.

"Go, Senior Sister Zhou Yu! Crush him!"

"Heavy armor against light armor, is there even a need to fight? Just tank it and get close for an instant kill!"

"It's hard to say. It's too difficult to get close to a marksman."

Discussions arose among the students in the spectator stands of the Thunder Martial Hall.

They had witnessed the domineering power of "Ninefold Thunder Blade" and trusted Zhou Yu's strength.

However, the martial arts instructors sitting in front all narrowed their eyes slightly, their expressions focused.

They could tell that the gunman with the ID "Qin," though standing still, had a certain flair in his initial stance, "coiling."

The moment the battle began, Zhou Yu moved.

Without any probing, she stomped her foot hard, her heavy body carrying astonishing explosive power, like a high-speed charging chariot, instantly closing the distance with Qin Feng.

The long sword in his hand, imbued with the power of the first layer of lightning, drew a sharp arc from top to bottom and cleaved down!
This strike was powerful and heavy, with unparalleled might!

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Qin Feng's figure swayed like a willow in the wind, shifting half a step to the left.

It was that half-step that allowed him to perfectly avoid the blade's direct attack.

Immediately afterwards, the spear in his hand moved.

"Ding!"

A faint, almost negligible, cracking sound.

The tip of the spear, like the most precise scalpel, struck a barely perceptible point of force below Zhou Yu's right elbow joint as he swung the sword.

The impending burst of thunderous power momentarily froze, as if a balloon had been punctured by a fine needle.

Zhou Yu felt a sudden tingling and numbness in his right arm, and the power he was about to unleash was interrupted, causing his sword strike to weaken by three points.

"Huh? Why does it feel like Senior Sister Zhou Yu didn't use much force in that strike?"

"You dodged it, so you've stopped."

"..."

Zhou Yufang's classmates were buzzing with discussion, unable to figure out what was going on. However, the powerful figures from the Martial Hall instantly became interested, sitting up straight with keenly interested expressions.

Zhou Yu missed her first strike but was not discouraged. She spun around and swept her long sword horizontally, instantly adding a second layer of force. The blade whistled as it aimed straight for Qin Feng's waist and abdomen.

"Ninefold Thunder Blade" grows stronger with each battle, its momentum unstoppable!
However, just as she twisted her waist and hips, about to unleash the second layer of force completely...

Qin Feng's spear reappeared.

"Ding!"

There was another crisp sound.

This time, the spear tip struck a gap in a piece of armor at the junction of her left hip and waist.

That place was the core hub where she unleashed her sweeping power.

Zhou Yu felt a numbness in his waist, and the strength he had just gathered was scattered again. His sweeping sword strike instantly became weak and powerless, and Qin Feng gently deflected it with the shaft of his spear, causing it to go astray.

"Missed again? What's going on?"

"This 'Qin' is so slippery, just like an eel!"

"..."

A powerful martial artist with keen eyes spoke softly, answering the question: "He's not slippery. He's not dodging; he's breaking through. This martial artist, 'Qin,' has fought the Nine-Fold Thunder Blade many times and is very experienced."

The ensuing battles completely confirmed the instructor's judgment.

The entire arena turned into a personal show that made Zhou Yu feel incredibly frustrated.

She wanted to build up momentum and launch a fierce, relentless attack using the power of her heavy armor, but Qin Feng's spear tip would appear like a shadow at her joints, at her points of exertion, and in the gaps between her breathing rhythms.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The crisp, rapid sounds of spear tips piercing the target became the only main melody on the arena.

Qin Feng's marksmanship is derived from the ever-changing battlefield, without a single superfluous or fancy move.

Every shot was concise, efficient, and aimed directly at the vital point.

He was like a master hunter, patiently and calmly wearing down his prey's strength and vigor bit by bit.

Instead of rushing into an attack, they perfectly executed the pre-battle strategy.

Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on Zhou Yu's forehead.

The more she fought, the more frustrated she became.

So frustrating!

The opponent's marksmanship was like an invisible net, trapping her inside.

No matter how she charged or roared, she could not break free from the seemingly effortless yet indestructible restraints.

Her swordsmanship was completely unusable.

Every time the force was about to rise but was not yet fully exerted, it would be precisely severed by the unpredictable tip of the spear.

This feeling is a hundred times worse than a crushing defeat in a head-on confrontation.

"what!"

Zhou Yu finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a roar, he abandoned all his skills and poured all his strength into his longsword, unleashing a chaotic and unpredictable slash at Qin Feng.

Faced with this flawed attack, Qin Feng still did not choose to launch a direct assault.

His figure darted backward like a ghost, easily dodging the attack. At the same time, his spear shot out like a dragon, striking Zhou Yu's wrist, which had been exposed due to excessive force.

"clang!"

Zhou Yu felt a violent jolt in his wrist, and the long sword almost slipped from his hand.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in my heart.

surrender?

The thought flashed through her mind uncontrollably.

Continuing to fight like this offers no chance of victory; it only results in being toyed with and adding to the humiliation.

"Senior Sister Zhou Yu has lost her composure..."

"This is such a frustrating game, I would have given up too."

"That guy named 'Qin' is disgusting! If he's so tough, let's fight him head-on!"

"You guys are really hopeless. If Zhou Yu hadn't been wearing heavy armor, he would have been torn to shreds long ago. Martial artist 'Qin' did a great job! Your strategy was spot on!"

"Zhou Yu's martial spirit is being tested. If she can pull through, it will be of great benefit to her future growth."

"..."

(End of this chapter)