Grinding to Become the Master of the Universe

Chapter 478: Chapter 189: The Terror of the Fourth-level Killing Technique! The Top-grade Primordial Acupoints’ Rapid Progress! The 30-Year Planetary-Level Ambition

Through one high-intensity, life-and-death battle after another, his spear technique visibly progressed from clumsy to fluid.

Just as the first light of dawn was about to pierce the clouds of Canaan Star, Qin Feng finally withdrew from the Imperial Arena.

In a single night, he had fought in a full 137 high-intensity matches.

And his gains were immense.

[Killing Technique: Heavy Spear (Uninitiated)]

[Proficiency: 5/10]

His proficiency had shot up by another 3 points!

He was only one step away from initiation!

At the same time, with each accumulated victory, his rank in the Imperial Arena had successfully advanced.

[Congratulations! Promotion successful!]

[Current Rank: Fourth Dan]

[Current Points: 10]

This rank met the minimum requirement to register for the Starry Sky Cup.

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As daylight streamed through the Energy Dome, bathing the Fearless Zone in the crisp light of dawn, Qin Feng ended his night-long frenzy of slaughter in the Imperial Arena.

Returning to reality from the virtual Subspace Network, he felt a stinging fatigue assail his mind, a result of the high-intensity, continuous combat.

This was a normal reaction to overexerting his Mental Power.

Without a shred of hesitation, he retrieved a Potion from his Subspace Bracelet. It was sealed inside a transparent crystal tube and possessed a dream-like azure hue.

[Special Grade Type-II Mental Power Recovery Potion]

He unscrewed the cap and downed the brilliant blue liquid, which shimmered like starlight, in a single gulp.

A cool, pure warmth slid down his throat and into his stomach, instantly transforming into streams of invisible, gentle energy that surged toward his sea of consciousness.

Under the nourishment of this energy, the fatigue and stinging pain from his depleted Mental Power were swiftly soothed and restored, like dry earth after a spring rain.

After just half an hour, his mind had returned to its peak state. In fact, thanks to the principle of extreme exertion followed by recovery, it had even grown a fraction stronger.

Without pausing for even a moment, Qin Feng immediately sat cross-legged again, immersing himself in his cultivation and beginning the morning’s session: raising his life force index.

His vast Mental Power once again stirred the brilliant, golden Top-grade Primordial Acupoint in his chest.

Tides of pure Spiritual Energy washed over his body in repeating cycles.

His life force index climbed slowly but steadily, at a rate unimaginable to any outsider.

...

From that day forward, Qin Feng’s life fell into a rigid, almost ascetic routine.

Day in and day out, the cycle repeated.

His time was meticulously divided into three parts, each with a clear and singular purpose.

In the mornings, he would stay in the absolute silence of the Void Stone Cultivation Quiet Chamber. There, with undivided focus, he would channel the power of his Primordial Acupoints to temper his body and increase the raw number of his life force index.

The number representing the very foundation of his power grew steadily at a terrifying rate of 10 points per day.

In the afternoons, he would appear punctually in the bustling combat training area.

He, Dragon Jade, Nissan, and Ning Jing formed a regular training squad. Like four tireless sponges, they frantically absorbed every bit of combat experience they could.

They sparred with one another, dissecting each other’s Killing Techniques and pointing out flaws without holding anything back.

They also took turns challenging a wide variety of opponents within the Warband, from senior students who practiced mainstream Killing Techniques to eccentric masters of bizarre, unorthodox weapons.

To Qin Feng, every single battle was an invaluable lesson.

He wasn’t just honing his increasingly masterful *Heavy Spear*; he was also building a massive "database of opponent archetypes" in his mind.

He silently committed to memory the characteristics of each Killing Technique, the attack patterns of every weapon, and the subtle nuances of each convergence of Mental Power and Spiritual Energy.

Nights, on the other hand, belonged entirely to the Imperial Arena.

In that virtual yet brutally realistic world of slaughter, he could apply everything he learned during the day to the most merciless life-and-death battles, holding nothing back.

He held nothing back. Every thrust of his spear was aimed with the sole purpose of killing his opponent.

In battle after battle that pushed him to his absolute limit, his will was forged, growing ever more resilient and pure.

For those immersed in such frenzied training, time always seems to fly.

Qin Feng’s life had no room for entertainment, socializing, or even excess sleep.

His only companions were the monotonous increase of his stats, the clash of weapons, and the deep, heartfelt satisfaction that came with each improvement in his strength.

Under this monstrously intense training regimen, his *Heavy Spear* improved at a terrifying pace.

From initial clumsiness to gradually grasping the knack.

From fumbling to channel his Mental Power to being able to consistently create a "Mental Power-Spiritual Energy convergence."

From only occasionally managing to integrate the convergence into his moves, to every thrust of his spear carrying the unique essence of a Fourth-level Killing Technique.

His proficiency stat skyrocketed, climbing at a terrifying rate of 5 to 10 points per day.

Initiation, Minor Accomplishment...

The thresholds that would take an ordinary Sixth-level Martial Artist years, or even decades, to overcome seemed to simply not exist for him.

And just like that, a month slipped away.

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An afternoon one month later, in the Fearless Zone’s combat training area.

It was the same familiar alloy platform, etched with the scars of countless battles.

After a month’s time, Qin Feng and Wan Kun once again stood facing each other.

Sunlight streamed through the dome, bathing the two of them in its glow.

Qin Feng still wielded a standard-issue Long Spear and wore light armor, his posture as ramrod straight as a pine tree.

However, compared to a month ago, his entire aura had undergone a world-altering transformation.

If before he had been a piece of uncut jade, brimming with potential but with its brilliance concealed...

Then now, he was a peerless Divine Weapon that had been unsheathed. Even standing perfectly still, he exuded an edge so sharp it seemed capable of piercing the heavens, daring anyone to meet his gaze.

Across from him, Wan Kun still held his heavy, jet-black staff, his aura as steady and immovable as a mountain.

But his expression no longer held the relaxed air he’d had when facing a newcomer. It had been replaced by a look of unprecedented gravity.

Over the past month, he had witnessed firsthand Qin Feng’s progress, which could only be described as "divine."

He had seen Qin Feng in the combat training area almost every single day.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how Qin Feng’s spear technique had evolved. In just thirty days, he had gone from a "novice" who couldn’t even consistently channel his Mental Power to his current, unfathomable state.

"Brother Qin Feng, please."

Holding his staff in both hands, Wan Kun gave Qin Feng a solemn Martial Artist’s salute.

"Senior Brother Wan, please."

Qin Feng returned the salute, spear in hand.

No more words were needed.

As countless spectators below the platform watched with bated breath, the second battle between the two was about to begin.

Everyone wanted to know just how monstrously powerful the "Qin Beast," that monster of a rookie, had become after a month of insane, ascetic training.