High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 62 Encountering the Madman Again

[ID]: Madman Stick

[Rank]: First Rank

Points: 152
[Record]: 375 wins, 360 losses

[Self-introduction]: I can sweep away a whole area with my stick and cure all kinds of dissent.

[Enemy Evaluations (99+ excerpts)]: Hasn't won in eight hundred years?; The pressure is too intense, giving no chance to breathe; Extremely poor character, even after winning, they still want to desecrate the corpse, disgusting...; Is this guy only capable of this one move?

Qin Feng had a deep impression of this ID.

He had encountered this guy a month ago when he first entered the arena for placement matches.

At that time, he was completely overwhelmed by the opponent's unreasonable and mad dog-like suppressive stick techniques, and was beaten without any ability to fight back from beginning to end. In the end, his head was smashed by a stick, and the opponent even stood on his "corpse" and sent a mocking emoji.

"bring it on."

Qin Feng's eyes sharpened.

The scene shifts, and the two find themselves in an ancient gladiatorial arena filled with swirling yellow sand.

Opposite him stood a burly man, carrying a long metal rod.

Qin Feng raised his spear, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, assuming a standard "camping" stance.

The countdown to the start of the battle has just ended.

Madman Stick let out a furious roar and charged towards Qin Feng like a tiger descending a mountain.

He wielded the metal staff in his hand with great skill, transforming it into a dense, impenetrable array of staff shadows that descended upon Qin Feng.

It's the same familiar, unreasonable, and aggressive style of play.

From the outset, they launched a full-scale, relentless attack, giving their opponents no chance to breathe or create distance.

Last time, Qin Feng was forced into a panic and retreated step by step under this tactic, and was eventually crushed to death.

But this time, it's different.

Facing the barrage of clubs crashing down on him, Qin Feng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

His feet moved.

"Dragon Swimming" movement technique.

His figure left a faint afterimage in the same spot.

His true form, however, moved three steps to the left like a ghost.

In three steps, he moved precisely out of the range of the stick's shadow.

"Ok?"

The Madman's Staff missed its mark, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He immediately adjusted his posture, twisted his wrist, and swept his long staff horizontally, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it tore through the air, aiming to cut across Qin Feng's waist.

This blow was both swift and ruthless.

However, Qin Feng was faster than him.

Just as the long staff was about to reach him, Qin Feng's figure became elusive once again.

"call--"

The heavy wind from the stick whistled past, grazing his scalp.

Both attacks failed!
"interesting!"

Madman's gaze finally turned serious.

He no longer held back and unleashed his full potential with his staff skills.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with the flashing of clubs and the rolling waves of air.

Each strike was powerful and forceful, expansive and sweeping, full of wild and violent beauty.

However, no matter how violent or dense his attacks were.

Qin Feng's figure was like a rock in a raging torrent, always standing firm and unyielding.

After the epiphany he experienced in the battle with Zhou Yu, and the subsequent hundreds of matches of honing his skills, the "Dragon Soaring" movement technique has become increasingly fluid and effortless.

He always manages to find the slightest opening amidst a storm of attacks with minimal cost and the most precise footwork, allowing him to dodge with ease.

The more the Madman's Stick was struck, the more terrified he became.

He felt as if he were attacking a phantom that didn't even exist.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't even touch a corner of the other person's clothes.

On the other hand, the other side never even raised the spear in their hand from beginning to end.

This is a silent, ultimate form of contempt!

"Aaaaaah! Die!"

Mad Demon Staff went completely berserk. He let out a beast-like roar, abandoning all defense and pouring all his power into his staff, unleashing a suicidal, indiscriminate sweep that covered the entire area in front of him. "Killing Move—Mad Demon Staff!"

It's now!

Qin Feng, who had been passively dodging, suddenly had a glint in his eyes.

What he was waiting for was the fatal flaw that the other party would reveal due to impatience.

Facing the sweeping shadow of the staff, Qin Feng did not retreat but advanced, taking a sudden step forward.

At this moment, the spear in his hand finally moved.

There were no fancy moves, no dazzling gun flashes.

There was only one strike, incredibly fast, like a shadow chasing a beam of light.

Killer move—Light Chasing Shadow!
"puff!"

Just before the metal rod swept towards Qin Feng.

That cold, sharp spear tip, though fired later, arrived first, precisely piercing the skull of the Mad Demon Stick.

All of Madman Stick's movements came to an abrupt halt.

His body slowly transformed into countless points of light, dissipating into the air.

【victory! 】

A cold system notification sounded in Qin Feng's ears.

Qin Feng put away his gun and stood up, letting out a long breath.

His current level of killing technique far surpasses that of the Mad Demon Stick.

Without pausing, he clicked the "Continue Matching" button.

For the next few hours, Qin Feng was completely immersed in the intense battles in the Imperial Arena.

He has encountered all sorts of opponents with different styles.

Every battle, whether a victory or a defeat, became nourishment for his improvement in marksmanship.

"A thousand troops retreated," becoming increasingly fierce and unstoppable.

"Fleeting light and shadow" has become increasingly swift and unpredictable.

The "Dragon's Wandering" movement technique has become increasingly elusive and elusive.

[Proficiency in "Thousand Armies Spear" +3]

[Proficiency in "Thousand Armies Spear" +2]

【…】

The system panel notifications kept refreshing.

When the sky outside the window had completely darkened, Qin Feng finally left the Imperial Arena, ending his crazy ranking journey for the day.

He rubbed his throbbing temples and opened his arena data panel.

After an afternoon of intense ranking matches, nearly forty games were played.

His marksmanship proficiency increased by a full 112 points.

Qin Feng opened the ranking panel and found that his total number of matches had unknowingly approached 400.

[ID]: Qin

[Rank]: First Rank

Points: 173
[Ranking Record]: 205 wins, 168 losses

Win Rate: 55%
[Self-introduction]: None

[Enemy Evaluation (2 points)]: A respectable opponent; a dead mudfish.

Another comment appeared, which Qin Feng guessed was given by the Madman Stick; that person had very low moral character.

Qin Feng then looked at the proficiency panel.

Name: Qin Feng
Vitality Index: 10.059
[Martial Artist Level]: Level 2 Martial Artist

[Refining Technique]:
Basic Imperial Body Forging Technique (Perfected)

[Proficiency]: 10000 / 10000
[Effect]: At the current level, passively increases vitality index by 0.001 points per hour. Body recovery speed and energy absorption efficiency are slightly improved.

Emperor Meditation (Beginner)

[Proficiency]: 13 / 100
[Effect]: Nail of Favor x1: Your speed of practicing meditation is slightly increased.

[Method of Killing]:
Thousand-Army Spear (Mastery)

[Proficiency]: 112 / 10000
[Mastered the killer moves]: Thousands of troops flee in terror, swift and unpredictable attacks.

(End of this chapter)