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

Qin Feng turned around and saw a thin man leap onto the arena.

This person was dressed in a very peculiar way, carrying a long sword on his back, and his head was bald except for a sparse tuft of hair on the top of his head, which swayed in the wind.

He had a pointed chin and an indescribable air of arrogance on his face.

"I am Ximen Chuixiao!"

When he spoke, his voice was high-pitched, which, combined with his appearance, made him seem somewhat comical.

Ximen playing the flute?

Qin Feng almost burst out laughing.

Why does this name sound so unserious?

Then Ximen Chuixiao continued, speaking arrogantly in his shrill voice, "This knife of mine is called 'Soul Chaser'!"

"My sword technique is called 'Thunderbolt Invincible Mad Overlord Sword'!"

"This was created by our sect's founder after observing heavenly lightning at night and comprehending the power of thunderbolts, taking thirty years to complete! The blade strikes like lightning, domineering and unparalleled, and has never been defeated to this day!"

His words were so forceful that many of the audience members believed them.

"Thunderbolt Invincible Mad Blade? What an imposing name!"

"Could this Ximen Chuixiao be a master from some reclusive sect?"

"This is going to be interesting!"

Qin Feng was also taken aback, but secretly delighted.

Thunderous Invincible Mad Blade?

It sounds like it's several levels above those Iron Sand Palm and Wind Chasing Step techniques!

Could it be that I've had incredible luck and encountered a truly unparalleled master?

If you could learn this sword technique, you'd really hit the jackpot!

Qin Feng felt a surge of excitement. He clasped his hands in a respectful greeting to Ximen Chuixiao, his face solemn: "Brother Ximen, please enlighten me!"

"No problem!"

Ximen Chuixiao smiled arrogantly, then suddenly drew his long sword from his waist, displaying an astonishing aura.

"Watch closely! I'll only make one strike!"

"First move, Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ximen Chuixiao rushed over, his blade flashing as he slashed straight at Qin Feng's face.

Qin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and his [Photographic Memory] talent was activated instantly.

In his view, Ximen Chuixiao's movements were slowed down again.

The trajectory of the blade, the force exerted by the wrist, the twisting of the waist and abdomen—every detail was vividly imprinted in my mind.

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

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the low-grade Yellow Rank martial skill – "Pig Slaughtering Knife Technique"!]

……

Qin Feng's expression froze instantly.

Killing... butchering knife technique?

He wondered if he had misheard.

What is "Thunderbolt Invincible Mad Overlord Blade"? What is "Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens"?

So after all that, he's just a pig butcher?

Depend on!

You got excited for nothing!

Qin Feng was speechless. This guy had just been bragging so much that he had fooled him. Turns out he was just a show-off!

In an instant, his opponent's swordsmanship became completely transparent to him.

The opening moves are flashy but useless.

The lower body is unstable, and the center is wide open!

He's full of flaws!

"this one?"

Without any hesitation, Qin Feng struck out with his palm.

Iron Palm!

He struck first, delivering a palm strike that landed squarely on Ximen Chuixiao's wrist.

"Clang!"

The long sword flew out of his hand.

"Ouch!"

Ximen Chuixiao let out a scream as his body was thrown backward by the immense force, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

"Didn't you say this swordsmanship was amazing?" Qin Feng retorted.

Ximen Chuixiao's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He had hoped to scare off his opponents with his ancestral pig-slaughtering technique and his boastful reputation, but he never expected to run into a tough nut to crack, Qin Feng.

He was disarmed in just one move!

"I...I give up!"

Ximen Chuixiao didn't even bother to pick up his knife; he scrambled off the stage and disappeared into the crowd.

The audience fell silent once again.

The crowd stared at the masked Qin Feng on the stage as if he were a monster.

Another instant kill?

Who exactly is Li Feiyu of the "Exploding Sky Gang"?

"Who else dares to come up and fight?"

Qin Feng stood in the center of the arena, his voice echoing throughout the entire training ground.

……

Next, several more martial artists stepped onto the stage to challenge.

Some of them were swordsmen wielding two swords, some were burly men wielding long staffs, and others were boxers fighting bare-handed.

Qin Feng accepted all challenges without hesitation.

"I am the 'Deadly Swordsman' Dugu Gousheng, take this 'Autumn Wind and Falling Leaves Sword'!"

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

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the Yellow Rank Low-Grade Martial Skill – Melon-Cutting Sword Technique!]

After a few moves, Dugu Gousheng's sword was knocked away, and he was kicked off the stage.

"Zhang Dazhuang, an eight-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect, is here! Taste my 'Subduing Demon Staff Technique'!"

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

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the low-grade Yellow Rank martial art – "Dog-Beating Stick Technique"!]

Qin Feng casually picked up a wooden stick and, with just one move, "Beating the Dog's Head with a Stick," he beat the beggar disciple to a pulp.

"Behold my Chaotic Cloak Fist Technique!"

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

[Congratulations, host! You have successfully mastered the low-grade Yellow Rank martial skill – "Turtle Fist"!]

boom!

The challenger was knocked unconscious with a single punch.

"..."

Qin Feng stood on the arena, completely numb.

These so-called martial arts masters boasted about their skills, but in reality, they only practiced low-grade, trashy martial arts techniques.

The pig butcher, the melon cutter, the dog catcher...

The audience below the stage had long since gone from initial shock to fervent admiration!

"Good heavens! Just who is this 'Li Feiyu' hero? How does he know all kinds of martial arts?"

"Incredible! Swordsmanship, saber techniques, fist techniques, staff techniques... he's proficient in everything! He's absolutely a grandmaster!"

"I'm betting! I'm putting all my savings on Master Li!"

The odds in the betting game have become completely one-sided.

Finally, no one dared to go on stage to challenge anymore.

Qin Feng was somewhat disheartened. He stepped off the stage and found the manager in charge of registration.

The steward was bowing and scraping as he handed over a large bag of copper coins and loose silver.

"Master Li, here's your prize money for today. Please count it!"

Qin Feng didn't even bother to look at them, and directly asked, "Isn't there a single person here who can fight? Why are they all practicing the lowest-grade martial arts?"

The manager's smile froze, and he then began to explain with a bitter expression.

"Oh dear, sir, aren't you putting me in a difficult position?"

"Do you think those profound martial arts techniques are like cabbages, everywhere you look?"

"The truly powerful martial arts techniques are either held by the imperial court or are closely guarded secrets of top sects and aristocratic families. They are treasured more than their own lives, so how could they possibly pass them on easily?"

"As for those true masters, aren't they all proud and arrogant? Who would come here and risk their life for a mere few dozen coins?"

The manager sighed and continued, "To put it bluntly, our martial arts arena is just a place for ordinary martial artists to make a living."

"A master like you coming here is just asking for trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng realized that it wasn't that he was strong, but rather that everyone else present was too weak.

Just like Commander Lü, who was by Young Master Xia's side before, he was definitely a master.

If I were to face him now, I'm afraid I wouldn't even last three moves.

Thinking you can learn some unparalleled martial arts by fighting in the arena is simply wishful thinking.

Qin Feng was somewhat disappointed and turned to leave.

There's no need to come to this training ground again!

"Look!"

"Commander Wei is here!"

"Jade-Faced Judge Wei Qing, she is a commander under General Ye Cunxin, a proper sixth-rank military officer!"

"Hurry, hurry, get out of the way!"