If I send you to join the army and marry a woman, will you conquer the Empress?

Qin Feng went out the door and headed straight towards the south of the city.

Even before you get close, the clamor of voices is already overwhelming.

Martial arts training ground.

Ten tall arenas were erected in the center, and several pairs of men were fighting each other on them.

The punches were so powerful and realistic that they drew cheers from the audience.

Countless spectators surrounded the arena, shouting and cheering for the contestants they had bet on.

Qin Feng thought to himself, "I've come to the right place!"

He pushed through the crowd and found the person in charge of registration: "I want to register for the competition."

The manager glanced at him, a hint of disdain on his face: "It's fifty coins for each duel. The arena takes thirty percent, and the rest goes to the winner."

Then, the manager pointed to several stalls nearby: "Also, there are peripheral betting booths. If you want to place a bet, go over there."

Qin Feng understood.

No wonder there are so many spectators here; it turns out most of them are here to watch the gambling.

But his purpose in coming here today is to learn kung fu, not to make money.

It's better to keep a low profile.

"I only compete, I don't place bets," Qin Feng shook his head.

"Fine, you're a penniless wretch!"

The manager curled his lip, took out a register, and asked, "Name, background?"

Qin Feng pondered for a moment.

It's best to avoid using the title of the Fifth Young Master of the Qin Family for now.

He pulled a piece of cloth from his pocket and covered his face, leaving only his eyes showing.

Then he picked up a brush and wrote several large characters in a flowing, elegant style on the register.

[Bombing Gang, Li Feiyu]!

Upon seeing the name, the manager scratched his head and said, "What kind of gang is this? I've never heard of it. But the name sounds pretty intimidating."

Qin Feng secretly rejoiced.

This is a classic title from a novel in my previous life.

Li Feiyu, a murderer and arsonist, is revered by thousands as the Heavenly Venerable Qin!

"Alright, go wait over there. Someone can choose you, or you can choose someone else, you can go on stage."

Qin Feng nodded, walked to the foot of a fighting platform, and waited quietly.

With his masked appearance and being a complete stranger, naturally no one was willing to place their bets on him.

Not long after.

Ding Ding Deng!

A burly man walked onto the ring from the other side.

He was shirtless, his bronze skin glistening in the sunlight, his entire body covered in bulging muscles, and his hands were a full size larger than normal, covered with thick calluses.

The atmosphere was instantly ignited the moment this person stepped on stage!

"It's Iron Palm Jia Erniu!"

"Jia Erniu! Jia Erniu!"

"Kill that masked coward over there!"

The cheers were deafening, almost lifting the entire training ground off its tracks.

The gamblers nearby were even more frantically betting their silver and copper coins on Jia Erniu's name.

"I'm betting on Jia Erniu to win! He's won ten straight games!"

"That's right! Jia Erniu's Iron Palm technique is enough to shatter stone tablets! It's said he's also practiced a 'Wind Chasing Step,' making him incredibly fast. That kid over there is doomed!"

"Hahaha, look at that skinny kid, he probably couldn't even take a single punch!"

Qin Feng stood on the stage, listening to the surrounding discussions, a playful smile curving his lips.

Ten consecutive wins?

Iron Palm? Wind Chasing Step?

interesting.

Perfect, I'll use you to test the quality of my photographic memory!

In the center of the ring, the referee announced loudly.

"In this match, Iron Palm Jia Erniu will face... Blast Sky Gang's Li Feiyu!"

"The duel begins!"

……

"Thump!"

The gong beside the arena was struck, and the martial arts competition officially began.

Erniu stretched his muscles and bones, making a series of crackling sounds.

He looked down at the masked Qin Feng with disdain.

"Kid, judging by your build, you're not cut out for martial arts."

"Kneel down now, admit defeat, and kowtow three times, and I might spare you this time. Otherwise, I'll beat you mercilessly and break your bones, so don't come crying to me!"

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience.

"Hahaha, Jia Erniu is still as arrogant as ever!"

"That kid was probably scared to death; he's covering his face because he's afraid of being embarrassed!"

Qin Feng ignored the jeers around him and gently shook a finger at Jia Erniu.

"Enough with the nonsense!"

"Use all your hidden skills, don't hold back, or... you'll regret it!"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

mad!

That's insane!

An unknown masked kid dared to utter arrogant words and provoke Iron Palm Jia Erniu, who had won ten consecutive games.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Enraged, Jia Erniu laughed coldly, his muscular face trembling: "Kid, you asked for this! If I don't beat the shit out of you today, I'll change my name!"

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot hard, and the entire arena seemed to shake three times.

Whoosh!

Jia Erniu's burly body transformed into a blur, rushing towards Qin Feng at a speed completely disproportionate to his size!

Wind Chaser Step!

His footwork was ethereal and swift as the wind!

A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience.

"Such fast movement!"

"Jia Erniu has mastered the 'Chasing Wind Step' to a level of unparalleled skill!"

"That kid's dead meat. He won't even be able to touch Jia Erniu's clothes!"

However, Qin Feng remained standing still, motionless.

What others see as a ghostly speed, his Wind Chasing Steps seem to be slowed down in his eyes.

Every step Jia Erniu took, every muscle exertion, and every turn of his body was vividly presented in his mind.

Every detail is meticulously rendered, as if a snail were crawling along.

[Ding! Detected that the host is observing martial arts techniques.]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the Yellow Rank Low-Grade Martial Skill – "Wind Chasing Step"!]

In an instant, Qin Feng's legs seemed to gain their own consciousness and began to move uncontrollably.

It's also called "Chasing the Wind"!

Faced with Jia Erniu's fierce and relentless attacks, he simply touched the ground with his toes and slightly turned his body, easily dodging the attacks.

Strolling leisurely, carefree and unrestrained.

Jia Erniu's series of attacks failed to even touch the hem of his clothes.

"This...how is this possible?"

Jia Erniu was shocked and stopped abruptly, staring at Qin Feng in disbelief.

"You...you can also use the Wind Chaser Step?!"

This footwork technique was a unique skill he learned from a wandering master when he was young.

Who exactly is this masked kid in front of me?

The audience members were all dumbfounded.

"Holy crap! What's going on? That kid can actually use the Wind Chaser Step?"

"And judging from his relaxed demeanor, he seems even more skilled than Jia Erniu!"

"Damn it! Just who is this kid?"

Jia Erniu abandoned all his contempt and for the first time showed a serious expression, realizing that he had met his match!

"Kid, I underestimated you!"

Jia Erniu let out a low roar and rubbed his hands together at his waist. His originally bronze hands suddenly gleamed with a black sheen.

"You've earned your pride by forcing me to use my Iron Palm technique!"

"Take this move, I'll shatter stone tablets and split rocks!"

Before he finished speaking, he pounced again, striking out with a palm straight at Qin Feng's chest!

If this palm strike lands squarely, it will either kill or severely injure the person!

However, Qin Feng remained standing still.

Those iron-like hands were once again slowed down infinitely in his vision, as if he had entered "bullet time" from a movie in his previous life.

Countless insights into Iron Palm techniques, including methods of circulating energy, power generation, and variations in moves, flooded his mind.

[Ding! Host is detected observing martial arts moves...]

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the Yellow Rank Low-Grade Martial Skill – Iron Sand Palm!]

Just as the black, gleaming iron hand was about to press against his chest.

At the critical moment, Qin Feng made a move.

[Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might], activate!

boom!

A tremendous force instantly spread throughout his limbs and bones!

He also raised his hand and met the attack with a palm strike!

"Bang--!"

A deep, muffled bang exploded in the air above the training ground!

The two palms collided solidly.

Jia Erniu has been practicing Iron Palm for twenty years, without interruption through hot and cold weather, and his hands have long been as hard as steel.

Even though it was only a low-grade Yellow Rank martial skill, in his hands it displayed power far exceeding its grade.

Unfortunately, he encountered Qin Feng, an unreasonable and overpowered guy, today!

The ability to remember everything he saw allowed Qin Feng to instantly grasp the essence of Iron Palm.

The "Dragon Spirit and Tiger Ferocity" technique allowed Qin Feng's power to reach an unbelievable level!

"Snap!"

The next moment, a sickening cracking sound of bones breaking rang out.

"Aaaaaah!"

Jia Erniu let out a miserable scream, stumbled back seven or eight steps, and finally fell face-first into the dirt.

He struggled to get up, but his right hand, which had been in a palm strike with Qin Feng, had already fallen limply, its bones broken and bleeding profusely!

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

We lost?

Iron Palm Jia Erniu, who had won ten consecutive matches, was actually defeated in one move?

Moreover, he was defeated head-on by Iron Palm, which he was most skilled at!

Qin Feng himself was somewhat surprised. He looked down at his unharmed palm and didn't expect his opponent to be so "vulnerable".

But then I thought, it's not that Jia Erniu is too weak.

But the purple talent [Photographic Memory] is just too overpowered!

With the added power of [Dragon Spirit and Tiger Might], it's practically a game-changer!

He wants to learn a few more tricks!

How did it end so quickly?

Qin Feng frowned as he looked at Jia Erniu, who was slumped on the ground, looking completely bewildered.

"Brother Erniu, are you deliberately hiding your strength?"

"Quickly unleash all your other trump cards!"

He wanted to learn a few more tricks from them!

"Hide? Hide your ass!"

Upon hearing this, Jia Erniu, who had just struggled to his feet, was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

I've even used my most secret and best-kept tricks!

As a result, Qin Feng's posture was as if he hadn't even warmed up, which was even more painful than killing him!

"I give up!"

Jia Erniu's face flushed red, and he squeezed out three words through gritted teeth. Then he scrambled off the stage and ran away in a sorry state amidst countless astonished gazes.

……

"Damn it! Give me my money back!"

"Jia Erniu, you piece of trash! My money!"

"It's a fixed match! It's absolutely a fixed match!"

Only then did the gamblers below the stage realize what was happening, and a cacophony of shouts and curses erupted.

Qin Feng stood on the arena, still feeling somewhat unsatisfied.

That's it?

It's too fast!

Suddenly, a sharp voice came from behind:

"Kid, let me take you on!"