Chapter Thirty: Frenzied Point Allocation!
Qin Feng’s brows furrowed. To become another’s servant was impossible for him, yet faced with the legendary Grandmaster, he felt immense pressure. Behind him stood the lives of a thousand members of the Qin family.
“Xiao Feng, you are the true dragon of the Qin family—how could you bow to another as a servant!”
“All members of the Qin family, help Xiao Feng break through!”
Qin Tianyun arrived, his gaze upon Qin Feng filled with pride. With a roar, he spurred his horse and charged straight toward Jiang Jinghong.
“Xiao Feng, escape quickly—the future of the Qin family rests on your shoulders!”
“Xiao Feng, avenge us one day!”
“Hahahaha, who would have thought that in this life I would have the chance to duel a Grandmaster!”
...
Qin Xingchao, Qin Zhongkai, Qin Fengling, Qin Yunling, and Zuo Daoguang all spurred their horses, rushing quickly toward Jiang Jinghong.
“If you refuse to submit, then you shall die!” Jiang Jinghong’s expression was grim. As a Grandmaster, to be rejected when recruiting someone was intolerable. Gripping his lance, he radiated a terrifying aura.
Wang Yongdong, Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian’s hearts trembled. The aura Jiang Jinghong unleashed made them feel as if facing a wild beast, filling them with despair and fear.
“No!” Qin Feng’s eyes widened, and he roared angrily, rushing forward.
He needed to block Jiang Jinghong’s attack, or else his grandfather, Qin Tianyun, would die.
Jiang Jinghong, a Grandmaster, possessed unfathomable strength—far beyond what Qin Tianyun could withstand.
Qin Feng had not yet broken through to the Transforming Force realm, but his arms already possessed a strength of 5,850 pounds. When he unleashed all his power, his speed far surpassed that of Transforming Force.
Swiftly, Qin Feng overtook Qin Tianyun. He channeled the full might of his arms into his spiked club, smashing it fiercely against the black lance Jiang Jinghong wielded.
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian watched the battlefield intently. This was a clash between Grandmasters.
Thunderous booms erupted as Qin Feng’s club struck the black lance. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes. Why did the Grandmaster seem less powerful than he had imagined? The force behind Jiang Jinghong’s lance felt far weaker than his own.
“You—are you a Grandmaster as well?”
Jiang Jinghong was forced back, his hands trembling as he gripped the lance, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
In that exchange, he was outmatched. The power from Qin Feng far exceeded his own, and his arms trembled under the force transmitted through the lance.
“A Grandmaster?”
“Qin Feng is a Grandmaster?”
“This youth is a Grandmaster?”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian heard Jiang Jinghong’s incredulous words, then saw him retreat, his arms shaking—clearly at a disadvantage.
Their gazes shifted to Qin Feng, equally filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Wang Yongdong, Jiang Wenhao, and Wang Weiwei’s expressions changed dramatically. They could not believe the scene before them.
Jiang, the guardian—his father—was retreating? Was he afraid?
A Grandmaster under twenty years old?
“A Grandmaster? Xiao Feng is a Grandmaster?”
Qin Tianyun saw Jiang Jinghong forced back by Qin Feng, heard his shocked exclamation, and looked at Qin Feng in disbelief.
Then, his heart surged with joy—the Qin family had produced a dragon, a divine dragon soaring the heavens!
“Retreat!”
“Quickly retreat, don’t hinder Xiao Feng!”
Qin Tianyun spurred his horse and retreated swiftly.
Qin Zhongkai, Qin Xingchao, Qin Baohai, Qin Fengling, and Qin Yunling heard Qin Tianyun’s low growl and snapped out of their daze, retreating quickly.
“If a Grandmaster possesses only this level of strength, then Grandmasters are nothing special!”
A faint smile appeared at Qin Feng’s lips. Unbeknownst to him, his strength had already reached the realm of Grandmasters.
“Kill!”
Qin Feng roared, his power surging within. Brandishing his spiked club, he charged at Jiang Jinghong.
“Kill!” Jiang Jinghong, unwilling to yield, gripped his black lance tightly, radiating a formidable aura as he attacked Qin Feng.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Qin Feng and Jiang Jinghong, both overwhelmingly powerful, battled fiercely like beasts colliding, reducing their surroundings to ruins.
Walls, stone carvings—anything standing between Qin Feng and Jiang Jinghong was smashed to dust.
“Retreat!”
“Quick, retreat!”
“Retreat!”
Lin Jiuyang, Chen Haitian, Feng Chengyun, and Hu Xiaotian, all Transforming Force martial artists, their pupils contracting fiercely, retreated swiftly.
Grandmasters were terrifyingly strong—their power and speed several times greater than theirs. One strike could kill them outright.
Wang Yongdong, Qin Tianyun, Qin Xingchao, Qin Baohai, and other martial artists had always heard that Grandmasters were formidable, not to be insulted, for those who did would surely die.
But they never truly understood how powerful a Grandmaster was.
Today, witnessing Qin Feng and Jiang Jinghong's battle, they realized Grandmasters had transcended ordinary humans, wielding powers no mortal could possess.
Jiang Jinghong endured Qin Feng’s full-force blow, blood spilling from his lips, his skin and muscles torn—yet it was only a minor injury.
Grandmasters’ bones were as hard as gold and iron.
Qin Feng’s full-force strike could kill a Transforming Force martial artist, but against a Grandmaster, it inflicted only light wounds.
Jiang Jinghong in turn dealt a ruthless blow to Qin Feng’s back, nearly knocking him to the ground.
Blood sprayed from Qin Feng’s mouth. Jiang Jinghong’s full-strength attack sent surging power through his body—his skin split, bones nearly fractured, internal organs shaken.
If not for Qin Feng’s extraordinary regenerative abilities, such grievous injuries would have left him crippled or dead, unable to fight further.
“Hahahaha!”
“A young prodigy—truly a prodigy!”
“But you’re no match for me. Your strength surpasses mine, but your speed is far inferior!”
“Continue fighting, and you will die beneath my lance!”
Jiang Jinghong laughed, wielding his lance. He had found his opponent’s weakness, and knew how to kill Qin Feng.
“This won’t do.”
“My strength exceeds his, but my speed is inferior. That means my chances to strike him are far fewer than his chances to strike me.”
“Most importantly, he is a true Grandmaster—his skin is tough as leather, his bones as hard as gold and iron. My blow can only wound him, not incapacitate him.”
“But I am only an Internal Force martial artist, not even at Transforming Force. My body is fragile, and suffering a single blow from Jiang Jinghong leaves me badly injured.”
“As Jiang Jinghong said, if this continues, I’ll be the one to die!”
Qin Feng’s eyes flashed. He analyzed the battle; if things continued as they were, he would truly die at Jiang Jinghong’s hands.
“Add points!”
“Keep adding points!”
“With greater strength comes greater speed!”
Qin Feng blocked another strike from Jiang Jinghong, again spitting blood. His eyes flashed fiercely, and his finger tapped furiously at the plus symbol in his right eye’s vision.
+1
+1
+1
+1
With each tap, Qin Feng’s power surged, rising from 5,850 to 6,000 pounds.
He didn’t stop for a moment, his finger continuing to tap—+1, +1, +1—his strength increasing ceaselessly.
Earlier, Qin Feng had increased his strength to 5,850 pounds, already reaching the limit of his body—his skin would tear during movement.
Now, as he kept adding points, even while standing still, his skin continued to split, blood spraying from his body.